Along the way, the soldiers on patrol saw their posture, and their eyes widened in surprise. They hurriedly turned around, lowered their heads, and turned their backs to them. No one dared to take another look.
Xiao Lingyue became more and more confused because she found Zhan Beihan carrying her to the top floor.
There is only one stateroom on the top floor of this ship.
That was a rest room prepared for Zhan Beihan, and no one else was allowed to approach it.
He wants to take her back to the room?
When he was so angry, he didn't even want to kill her, but instead carried her back to the room himself?
Xiao Lingyue was confused by the man's actions and couldn't figure it out for a moment.
In a time of confusion and astonishment.
Zhan Beihan had already carried her straight to the top floor.
The top floor is extremely quiet, and the ground is covered with thick blankets, which are as silent as clouds.
At the end of the corridor is the wing, with the door ajar.
Zhan Beihan kicked the door open.
The door panel hit the wall with a loud bang, bounced back after he strode past, and closed with a loud bang again. The copper lock shook violently and fell down, just in time to lock the door.
Zhan Beihan didn't care at all, strode all the way into the master bedroom, and threw the dazed woman in his arms on the big bed.
The bed is huge.
It is more than two meters wide, and the bedding is complete, soft and thick.
Xiao Lingyue fell on it and almost fell into it.
She subconsciously held the bed board with her hands, straightened up slightly, and said in surprise: "You brought me here?"
Before she finished speaking, she saw Zhan Beihan locking the door behind his back and walking towards her expressionlessly.
The doors and windows in the bedroom are closed.
In order to isolate the wind and waves, a layer of wooden partitions was installed outside all the windows on the ship. Once lowered, most of the light was cut off, making the house look particularly dark.
Zhan Beihan walked towards her step by step, with a dangerous and oppressive aura, his handsome features were sunk in the shadows, his narrow eyes were glowing, and with every step he took closer, the invisible aggression in the air condensed.
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Xiao Lingyue suddenly realized something, her eyes widened suddenly, she held on to the bed board, jumped up and ran towards the door!
It's already too late!
Zhan Beihan sneered with thin lips, stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, and pulled her close to his arms.
Xiao Lingyue bumped into his chest and raised her head in panic: "Zhan Beihan, don't you?"
The man leaned over, blocked her mouth without mercy, pulled off the tie around her waist, and pushed her onto the bed.
"Well" Xiao Lingyue pushed him angrily, but his wrist was clamped in an instant and he was pushed back hard.
She fell back uncontrollably and fell onto the soft bed again.
But this time, the man's tall figure pressed directly up, his long legs firmly pressed against her struggling knees, one hand clasped her wrists, forcing them above her head, and the other hand threw back the torn belt.
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Xiao Lingyue was shocked to find that she couldn't move!
With her skills, she could have fought with Zhan Beihan in a few moves, but the man's strength in his anger was surprisingly strong. She missed the opportunity and was restrained. It was impossible to break free with just strength.
The physiques of men and women are not naturally of the same level.
Absolute power to suppress!
Xiao Lingyue struggled hard, her cheeks turned red, and she was breathless from the forced kiss, and she suddenly felt a sense of fear in her heart.
It's not that she can't accept being intimate with Zhan Beihan.
But her pride and self-esteem cannot accept being so intimate under forced circumstances!
So humiliating!
Xiao Lingyue's struggling wrist was red, and there were blue and white marks from the man's hard and strong finger bones. The clothes on her body were loose and torn apart one by one, and were casually thrown to the floor by Zhan Beihan.
The rolled up hair was also loosened, and the long black hair spread all over the bed. Tears from the corners of the eyes slipped into the hair.