"I won't drink...I won't...drink..." The woman's voice came one after another, struggling and resisting.
"Don't you like drinking, but you can't stand it at this point?" The man held the wine glass in one hand and pinched the woman's chin hard with the other hand. The woman's face was almost deformed because it was pinched too hard. The man poured the wine into the woman hard.
After pouring it into her mouth, the woman resisted and swallowed, grabbing randomly with her hands, trying to push away the man's hand that was squeezing her.
Miao Jian sat not far away and watched, and the people around him also saw it. They all just looked at it from a distance, and looked at it in shock. Then they turned their faces away and slowly moved away from the corner. The crowd was already sparse.
It became even more desolate. Miao Jian was sitting alone in the corner on this side, watching this shocking scene calmly.
The woman was still struggling hard, with wine pouring into her mouth, and her words were unclear. All she could hear was whimpering intermittently.
The man drank one glass after another. The bottle of wine placed on the table next to the sofa had been poured out. After the man finished drinking the bottle of wine, he loosened his grip on the woman's hand with some satisfaction, put down the wine glass, and prepared to open it.
Second bottle of wine.
As soon as the woman let go of the man's restraints, her body trembled and she huddled up. With tears on her face, she watched the man open the second bottle of wine, slowly fill up another glass, pick it up leisurely, and then stretched out his hand towards her to grab it.
her chin.
"No... don't." The woman dodged, turned her face away, covered her face with her hands, and curled up in the corner of the sofa. Tears flowed down her face and onto her neck, and the wine she missed spilled on her face.
Her neck was soaked in the skirt of her clothes. She looked in a miserable state, but she looked particularly satisfied in the man's eyes.
The man curled his lips, stood up straight, and prepared for the second round of attack.
"Aze...please don't do this, please..." the woman begged, her voice trembling, but she didn't dare to resist too much, she just begged in a low voice.
The man is like a devil. The more the woman begs him, the more satisfied she becomes. He chuckles softly and looks very happy, but there is a bottomless coldness in his eyes.
"No? Don't you like this? You like it when I force you to do all kinds of things, don't you?" The man bent down and leaned close to the woman's ear, whispering in a low voice like a lover grinding together, which made the woman's heart tremble.
"I... don't like..." the woman said with difficulty, and shrank her body to the corner of the sofa. Her eyes kept dodging, not even daring to look into the man's eyes.
"Ah, it turns out you don't like it. I thought... you liked it..." The man seemed to have heard bad news. He put down his wine glass in frustration, took a step back and sat down on the stool with a decadent look in his eyes.
He looked at the woman with a look of tenderness and disappointment in his eyes, which made her heart feel like needles pricking her heart.
The woman carefully looked at the person in front of her. The pitiful and decadent appearance of the other person made her heartache. She wriggled her lower lip, silently clenched her fists, and her tears flowed out as if she couldn't stop them. Her heart was like a knife:
"No, I don't like it."
"Then you like it, let me tell you, how could you not like it?" Excitement appeared in the man's eyes, a smile appeared on his cold and handsome face, and his hand slowly reached for the wine glass filled with wine. Devil
Smiling normally.
The woman's heart trembled and she closed her eyes tightly. There was no way, she couldn't bear it. She felt sad when she saw that he was unhappy. She would rather feel sad than see him sad.
What can I do, I love him, but what can I do, he doesn't love her.
Miao Jian was watching the man's movements not far away. From a distance, she couldn't hear clearly what they said. She could only vaguely hear the man say, "That means you like it. I'm just saying, how could you not like it?"
Miao Jian was confused when she heard this, but she felt inexplicably that the woman seemed to be enduring something.
She watched the man pick up the wine glass on the table and face the woman, as if he was going to do something. Miao Jian couldn't see it. She turned her head and saw the man stretching out his other hand and slowly pinching the woman's chin.
The woman dodged a little, but her resistance was not obvious, and the man successfully held the woman's chin.
"Hiss..." The man was so strong that it hurt.
The wine glass slowly came to the woman's lips. The woman opened her mouth tremblingly, and the cold water poured into her throat. She swallowed hard, and her body was hot due to the effect of the alcohol, but also became cold due to the pouring of the wine.
Miao Jian's frown deepened. She put down her wine glass and walked straight towards the man.
"Sir, please respect women." Miao Jian said coldly, standing behind the man with straight legs, looking at the man's curved back from top to bottom.
The man's hand that was drinking wine stopped. He listened to the voice behind him, slowly took away the wine glass from the woman's lips, and then stood up.
Without the restraint of the man, the woman curled up again. She had been drunk with too much wine. Most of her consciousness had been swallowed up by the alcohol. She was about to fall asleep. She was awake again and heard the voice of another woman.
.My heart is too heavy and I can no longer make any waves.
The man was very tall. Miao Jian was 165cm tall and was wearing a pair of high heels. Her height of more than 1.7 meters made her look petite in front of this man. She looked up at the man. His eyes were cold and he was handsome. He looked down.
Looking at Miao Jian, his eyes first fell on her face, and then on her proud breasts. In just a moment, he looked away.
"Minding other people's business?" the man said in a low voice. His inner unhappiness could be imagined as his business was interrupted by others.
"Well, please respect women." Miao Jian did not give in at all, staring straight at him and enunciating each word clearly.
"What about me?" The man lowered his eyebrows and looked at Miao Jian from top to bottom. His tone was indifferent and extremely unflattering.
"I will expose you for violating others, and then someone will naturally come to deal with you."
"Ha," the man snorted and laughed, as if he had heard something extremely funny, "This is my fiancée."
"Do I need others to take care of my own household affairs?" The man raised his eyebrows and said again, then turned away coldly, no longer looking at Miao Jian.
"What about family matters? This is domestic violence. Even if she is your fiancée, you have no right to do this!" Miao Jian loudly condemned him, and the anger in her eyes was about to burn him.
The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled again. He ignored Miao Jian, but lowered his head, leaned close to the woman's ear, and whispered: "Look, someone is speaking for you."
"No...I don't need...anyone else to speak for me." The woman squinted her eyes slightly and spoke with great effort, her voice was so low that Miao Jian couldn't hear her.
"I don't know if you need it or not. Since someone is willing to take care of you, let her take care of it." The man said with a low smile, straightened up and straightened his collar, pulled a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and turned around to look.
Miao Jian glanced at him, chuckled, and left directly.