"We really didn't happen to nothing just now," she explained with all her might.
"Since there is no, let me check it... see if there are any traces of him on you?"
He tore her shoulders, and a piece of clothing on her neck suddenly lost, revealing her smooth skin.
She shouted in fear, "Don't..."
"No? In two days, I will be your husband. You even said no?...How can we have a baby?"
Without saying anything, he tore off another piece of her clothes, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.
Wang Aoshuang struggled in panic, dancing desperately, "You said you wouldn't force me..."
However, the strength of men and women was very different. Lan Yuchi pressed her hands and feet in two strokes and started eating on her neck.
"No...please...I beg you..." Wang Aoshuang's face turned red, and tears fell down.
But Lan Yuchi had no reason for her, and she was still tossing and turning around her neck frantically.
Suddenly his hand reached into her underwear, trying to pull it off.
Her dark eyes suddenly shrank, and she shouted heart-wrenchingly: "No...want..."
Her painful voice drifted into his ears, and his heart suddenly tightened, and a trace of indescribable feeling surged.
All his movements stopped, he raised his head and looked straight at her.
Under his shadow, her face was sad, and her hair was stained with majestic tears, stuck to her face in a mess, feeling embarrassed.
Her tears seemed to be like a knife, slashing through his heart, causing a burst of pain.
Wang Aoshuang's tears were still there, her shoulders were trembling, and her face was pale like a piece of white paper.
Looking at her like this, he quickly got up from her and took the quilt to cover her.
Then he hugged her and hugged her in his arms, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
He hugged her tightly, stroked her hair, as if comforting a child.
After a long time, Wang Aoshuang's crying slowly stopped.
He took a tissue to help her wipe the tears from her face and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now."
Wang Aoshuang turned her head, but thinking that she could not turn against him, she said lightly, "I'm fine."
Seeing that there was still a trace of fear in her eyes, Lan Yuchi stood up and said, "You go and take a shower first, I'll ask the butler to prepare the meal for you." He turned around and walked out.
Wang Aoshuang sat there in a daze for a while and walked into the bathroom.
The same psychedelic lights, the same ambiguous atmosphere... the same drunken man.
Jiang Li and Zheng Yan shook their heads helplessly.
Ling Ang sat in the corner, his figure as confusing and seductive as black fog, but his expression was so haggard.
The only difference is that his expression was more indifferent than last time, a kind of ruthless, cold indifference.
It seems to be an ancient building that has been invaded by thousands of years of wind and rain, has experienced the vicissitudes of the world, has experienced the sufferings of the world, and has lost all interest in all prosperity.
He was so tired, exhausted, exhausted, and in the end he was still endless sadness.
Sometimes he feels that even he himself is moved, why isn't she still moved?
He had been waiting for her to open her heart, but he had to close his heart.
He felt that he was a gorgeous puppet, who had devoted all the prosperity of the world to her, but he ended in a sad way.