Nan Qing thought her words would have some initial effect, but she didn't know that An Moci had selectively listened to her words now, only listening to the first half of her words!
An Moci's breathing became rapid and his eyes were scarlet. He grabbed Nan Qing's hands with his backhand and stood up: "Why can't you just talk to me? Do you know how much I hate seeing you communicating with others? Why do you just
You can’t just ignore me!”
Nan Qing's eyes flashed suddenly, something was not good, her face was serious: "An Moci, calm down."
"Tell me, why can't you just pay attention to me? Are there other people distracting your attention, so you can't just pay attention to me? Then no one will distract you from now on.
If you can see me and can only stay with me, then you will only care about me, hahahaha..." An Moci was completely out of control, he smiled miserably and maniacally.
His hand was extremely strong, and Nan Qing felt a dull pain in his wrist.
"An Moci! Let go!"
"I don't want to let go, I just like to touch you like this. Does Qingqing hate it? It's useless to hate it. You can't resist me." An Moci's eyes were a little scary, and there was still a hint of smile on his face.
He was proud, as if he felt that he was very powerful.
Nan Qing really wanted to laugh at him, feeling sorry for him to be like this and angry at him for being like this.
Nan Qing felt the pain in his wrist getting worse and worse: "An Moci, would you please let go? You really grabbed me and it hurts..."
I can only give in.
Her tone of voice trembled slightly, as if she was in unbearable pain, and her face turned red.
An Moci's smile froze for a moment, and the next second An Moci hugged Nan Qing and pushed her directly onto the bed.
Nan Qing fell heavily on the bed. The bed was a bit hard and her back felt numb.
Before she could call out, An Moci bullied her and pressed her up.
"Qingqing...could you please cry...I want to see you cry..." His hoarse voice came to my ears.
"!"
Er Er's eyes widened! Then he turned off the light screen and said, "I'm going to the dark room, you continue."
Nan Qing was pressed hard by An Moci. She was stunned. What was An Moci thinking in her mind?
An Moci leaned on her and reached out to play with her hair: "Qingqing, do you know what I think about every time I hear your voice?"
"I would think, what would such a voice look like when crying? What would your eyes look like when crying, what would your face look like when crying..."
An Moci's eyes were full of madness. He wanted to see her cry, and he wanted to see her weak. He was obsessed with being as fragile as a doll.
Crazy, crazy.
Nan Qing couldn't hold back and bit him on the shoulder: "It's too much!"
"Well..."
An Moci snorted, and then the smile on his face grew bigger: "Qingqing, do you think there will be teeth marks on my shoulders in the future? You can bite harder, it will bleed best, this way
You left a mark on me."
Nan Qing caused his hard meat to vomit, neither did he continue to bite it.
She was unwilling to spit it out. Nan Qing really wanted to teach him a lesson, and if she continued to bite it, it would really leave traces.
Nan Qing bit her heart so hard that it bled: "An Moci, I don't blame you for your behavior today, but I will be angry if you go too far. Are you still the An Moci I know? Do you know
I know that if I continue my behavior today, it will be irreversible..."