She didn't speak, he held her chin and looked at him, "Aman, kiss me."
Shen Manman frowned, her chaotic eyes widened, "Do you have to force me to do this? Even if I will hate you forever."
The man's heart skipped a beat, but he soon recovered, "Aman, I would rather you hate me for the rest of your life than leave no trace in your heart."
After saying that, his nimble fingers pulled open her buttons, exposing her snow-white skin to his eyes. At the same time, there were mottled kiss marks.
Pieces one by one, some are new and some are old.
Needless to say, I know whose masterpiece it is.
This undoubtedly stimulated his eyes severely. Zheng Ziye suddenly became ferocious, and his eyes were scarlet.
"Aman, when you have sex every night, have you ever thought about me? Think about every bit of our time together."
Her consciousness is getting weaker and weaker, and certain perceptions are infinitely magnified. Her mouth is dry, and she really wants a cool feeling, or...
"Aman, hate me, remember me forever."
He covered those dazzling marks with his own marks, which were deeper and heavier.
Shen Manman was unable to resist, and tears fell down like broken beads. She clenched her fists and frowned, "...Zheng Ziye, I will hate you forever, forever."
It's not that she has never had skin-to-skin contact, it's just that in such a humiliating situation, Shen Manman feels disgusted.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated desperately on the ground, her gaze traced back to the past, and Zheng Ziye looked in that direction at the same time.
He reached out to pick up her purse, shook it gently, and the phone fell out.
A person's name jumped on the screen. Zheng Ziye's pupils flashed with fire. He picked it up casually. Shen Manman was so scared that she almost lost her soul.
"don't want."
Zheng Ziye put his hand on the phone screen for a moment and stared at her with burning eyes, "What don't you want?"
The phone keeps ringing and rings again after hanging up. It seems that it won't stop until it achieves its purpose.
Shen Manman was nervous and in pain, her voice was getting louder, "Zheng Ziye, there is no need to kill everyone..."
"So, you feel sorry for him?" Zheng Ziye's heart was crazily filled with jealousy, "Aman, you don't plan to continue living with Mo Shaocheng after sleeping with me for real."
She shook her head desperately, "No, I didn't, no..."
"Then why don't you dare to let me answer the phone? This will make him give up, don't you think?"
How could a person suddenly change his appearance, as if she had never known him before? It was obvious that the person who betrayed him first was the other person.
Shen Manman couldn't figure out where she went wrong and where she went wrong.
As he spoke, he swiped his phone.
Her eyes widened, and Zheng Ziye sneered, "Hang up, but I suddenly thought of another good way to notify him, Aman, please cooperate."
Picking up the phone, Zheng Ziye found the video recording function and focused the camera on Shen Manman.
She tried her best to dodge, and the more she did, the more beautiful the picture became. The bruises were all just filled in by him, which was shocking.
Zheng Ziye pressed her hands and pressed her legs with his knees. In the video, you could only hear her helplessly shouting "no", and the scene ended there.
He leisurely sent it to Mo Shaocheng, and then turned off the phone.
Shen Manman cried until her voice became hoarse. In the end, she failed to resist. She slumped there helplessly, motionless and lifeless.
Zheng Ziye didn't want things to come to this point, but he could no longer look back.
He moved her face and wiped the tears on her cheeks with his palms, "Aman, we are going to end up in some way after all."
Her hands extended from her calves to her knees and up to her upper body. Her eyes widened like bells, and suddenly, she bit her tongue resolutely.
Zheng Ziye reacted quickly and pinched her mouth, "You want to die? Shen Manman, you would rather die than let me touch you, right?"
Her heart is filled with despair, this is what she is talking about.
She looked at him coldly, pointed at his face and spit out a mouthful of blood, "You make me sick."
Zheng Ziye was spat out with blood on his face, his face was ashen with a gloomy expression, and he threw her away, "Shen Manman, you are really good."
Come on, he started to pick up the clothes on the floor and put them on. He didn't bother to button his shirt, and lit a cigarette in front of her.
Smoke filled the room, and he looked at her through the fog, "Are you fair to me? Shen Manman, have you ever been so considerate to me?"
There was a bit of coolness and anger in his light words. Zheng Ziye didn't understand how he was inferior to Mo Shaocheng. Why did she refuse to take a good look at him?
"It's meaningless to say so much. Zheng Ziye, now I don't even have the remaining gratitude to you. You will only make me feel sick."
Shen Manman stared at him fiercely, her eyes showing sternness.
He always said it was unfair to him, but when he was with her, Shen Manman had been running for life.
That's a lifetime.
It's a pity that he is simply not worthy of her wholeheartedness.
For a long time, Zheng Ziye didn't speak. At this moment, the door of the room was kicked open from the outside. At the same time, Zheng Ziye was punched hard in the face.
Shen Manman's pupils were dilated and she looked at the crazy Mo Shaocheng in shock, punching him in the face one after another.
Mo Shaocheng grabbed his collar and roared, "What did you do to her? Say, Zheng Ziye, what the hell are you talking about."
Zheng Ziye was hit in the face by his sudden attack. His cheeks were swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bruised and stained with blood.
He didn't seem to be afraid at all. He tilted his head and sneered, "You're still a step too late."
Mo Shaocheng was angered by how easily he could ignite his anger. His murderous eyes were like sharp knives. He pushed Zheng Ziye hard and forced him to the window sill.
"I'm going to kill you."
It wasn't just talk, Mo Shaocheng really wanted to kill him.
Due to an inertial force, Zheng Ziye's body was half hanging on the window sill. As long as he let go, Zheng Ziye would inevitably fall from the window sill.
He was still laughing, laughing arrogantly, "If you have the ability, kill me."
It was windy outside, the night was as dark as ink, and the neon stars in the distance were like stars.
Mo Shaocheng could feel the biting cold wind blowing on his face, like a whip beating his skin, and his gloomy eyes were cold, "You think I don't dare?"
Suddenly, Shen Manman stumbled over and said, "Shaocheng, no."
The man frowned, his expression a bit cold, "Are you begging for mercy on his behalf?"
"Shaocheng, I don't want you to make irreparable mistakes because of me. We still have Zeqian. Don't you even think about our children?"
Shen Manman cried, tears flowing down her cheeks to her chin, forming a stream of tears, so pitiful that anyone who saw it would feel soft-hearted.
