She didn't sleep, and kept sitting in the room, waiting for him in a daze.
In the middle of the night, she finally heard footsteps behind her.
The footsteps were very heavy, and every step they took was like a hammer hitting her heart.
The footsteps stopped behind her, and she felt a strong sense of oppression.
She knew that Ling Ang was standing behind her, but she didn't have the courage to turn around.
A dull and angry voice came, "I have the courage to climb down the wall, but I don't have the courage to turn around to see me. Should I praise you or mock you."
Ling Ang's voice was not only angry, but also a tone that was suppressed and suffocating.
Wang Aoshuang took a deep breath and turned around quietly.
The light in the room was very dark, and Ling Ang’s perfect outline was immersed in the shadows, ethereal and gloomy.
Her eyes only dared to fall under his eyes, and she quietly said: "If you want to kill and chop, you will follow your wishes."
His resolute lips closed in a line, and his two sharp eyes as sharp as blades were like sharp arrows that could destroy people in an instant.
He suddenly grabbed her arms, and his fingers were so strong that it seemed to crush her hand bones, "Tell me, what do you think I should deal with you?"
She closed her eyes and her voice was as light as a petal, "Whatever, even if you torture me to death, I have no objection."
"It seems that there is nothing you can torment me except a body." His voice was deep and cold, and it echoed in the dark room. The chill doubled.
She was stiff and moved the corners of her mouth, but she didn't say anything.
Ling Ang gritted his teeth, with hatred in his eyes, "Why are you only Lan Yuchi in your eyes, why don't you think about me? Do you know how much preparation I have made for this plan? Now you say it
All the words were destroyed.”
She still didn't say anything because she really had nothing to say.
"You talk!" Ling Ang shook her excitedly.
"I have nothing to say." She was as empty as an empty shell.
He stared at her with blood-red eyes and stared at her angrily, "Nothing to say? Why do you have nothing to say every time you hurt me?"
Her face was as quiet as death, "Because a person as damn like me really cannot use any words to excuse herself."
"You are so self-aware, knowing that you deserve to die."
"Yes, it's really damn." Her voice was approaching silently.
She felt that she had made Lan Yuchi's life and death unknown, and made Ling Ang so painful. She was really guilty.
"You open your eyes and look at me." Ling Ang's deep eyes were filled with endless hatred and sadness.
She opened the corners of her eyes and stared at him weakly.
"Why do you always use my heart to hurt me?" He shook her shoulder excitedly.
She looked at his eyes with a tough heart, "I didn't take advantage of your unbearableness. I had already made the worst plan."
His dark pupils were shrinking rapidly, and finally gritted their teeth, "Since you are ready, then accept the punishment."
He pressed her onto the bed, and pressed her down on her body.
His lips pressed hard against her lips like a stone, as if he wanted to crush her lips.
And it is fierce and violent, like waves, desperately entangled with the reef, with the smell of conquest.
A pair of angry hands roughly kneaded her delicate skin through the clothes.