Ye Hen seemed to be extremely busy these days, and Qiu Mo had already gone to bed when he came back in the evening.
He pushed open the door smelling of alcohol and saw her curled up in a milky white quilt, her black hair spread out in the moonlight, her little face sunk comfortably into the soft pillow.
She always wore long-sleeved pajamas, covering herself tightly, and it was the same today, with only one small hand exposed that was resting weakly on her chest.
His Adam's apple rolled, and the alcohol made his body extremely hot.
He walked over, sat beside her bed, and gently slid his cool fingers from the center of her eyebrows to the corners of her lips, tracing the perfect shape of her lips.
She felt uncomfortable in her sleep, so she groaned twice and hid her entire face in the pillow.
A smile couldn't help but appear on Ye Hen's hard-lined face. She was most beautiful when she was sleeping. She would not argue with him, would not disobey his opinions, and would not look at him with eyes that made him heartache.
He sat for a while and his eyes fell on the small cabinet beside the bed inadvertently.
This small cabinet was locked, and she didn't know what her beloved things were. He suddenly became curious and wanted to see what was inside.
She had no other place to put her keys but a pocket on her body. He put his hand under the quilt, found her pajama pocket, and took out the key from it.
His voice was very soft, for fear of disturbing her, and the feeling of being a thief made him feel very exciting.
The moonlight poured in from the window, as if a silver veil was covering her body, like a dream.
Ye Hen carefully opened the drawer, and the first thing he saw was a booklet. He opened it and saw a withered white flower inside, which had been made into a specimen.
Magnolia? Was it sent by Leng Xiao a few days ago?
His eyes became dark, and the hand holding the photo album was unconsciously tightening.
Closing the photo album, he saw that there were still a lot of draft papers under the drawer. He picked them up and looked through them page by page, his brows frowning more and more.
This turned out to be the design plan of TP5. She only read it once, but she could remember it almost exactly, and the traces of modified calculations showed that she had been thinking of ways to solve the defects of this phone. If it were her,
It's only a matter of time before the puzzle is solved.
Ye Hen felt extremely depressed. At this time, she was still thinking about Leng Xiao and helping him resolve the crisis and make him safe and sound.
He looked at the little man who was sleeping more soundly on the bed with cold eyes, and then tore up the drafts bit by bit with his hands.
The crisp sound made Qiu Mo's eyelashes flutter twice, and she opened her eyes in a haze.
Standing in front of the bed was a tall figure with unclear features.
She was a little confused in her sleep and shouted in a daze: "Leng Xiao."
There was the sound of something being thrown to the ground. She rubbed her eyes, but before she could see clearly, a smell of alcohol rushed towards her.
Immediately afterwards, his strong body pressed on her. The sudden weight made Qiu Mo almost unable to breathe. She clearly saw Ye Hen's angry face in her pupils.
Zoom in.
He drank and seemed very angry.
She glanced at the ground. Her drawer was open, the photo album was smashed to pieces, and the straw paper she had worked hard for several days to get out was torn to pieces by him.
"You..." Qiu Mo was so angry that she couldn't speak and stared at him with a pair of sullen eyes.
He suddenly grabbed her pointed chin, and half of her face was almost embedded in his hand. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "You are still thinking about him. When are you going to think about him?"
It was like a fire was lit in her chest, and the heat made her suffocate. She looked directly into his angry eyes and said unceremoniously: "Until I die."
"Okay, okay." He said okay twice, "Then you go die now."
As he said that, his strong hands pinched Qiu Mo's neck hard.
Reflexively, she stretched out her hands and grabbed his wrists. He tightened his grip harder and harder, his eyes full of scarlet rage, as if he really wanted to strangle her to death.
Finally, she weakly gave up her resistance. Her little face had turned purple, like an eggplant, but there was still no sign of surrender or mercy in her eyes. On the contrary, there was an unprecedented sense of relief.
He suddenly growled, let go of his hand, and lay limply on her body.
She coughed loudly, and every time she coughed, the wound hurt.
He couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't do it after all. He strangled her neck as if strangling his body. He felt waves of suffocating fear. If she died...if she died, he wouldn't.
Just survive.
"Momo, my Momo, why are you torturing me like this?" He hugged her into his arms, and the smell of alcohol and his delicious manly scent surrounded her.
He kept kissing her wildly and passionately.
Her struggles turned into hopelessness. He easily took off her clothes and pressed her underneath him.
On the big white bed, the man's back has strong texture and strong lines, while the girl under him has skin as white as snow and long hair like satin, one strong and one soft, forming a sharp contrast.
Two hands with sharp joints grasped her inner thighs and forcefully spread her legs. His desire was against her private parts, surging and jumping, and he was about to enter before he could see it.
She suddenly laughed above him, and that smile actually sounded coquettish and weird on a night like this.
She giggled and giggled. Although she was smiling, there was a kind of despair that would hurt both sides.
He stopped his movements and looked at her blankly.
There was still a bright red color on her face, and there was a cold sneer on the corners of her lips, and she said almost cruelly: "I used Huazandang, you can go in and try it now."
His head suddenly buzzed, and the hand holding her leg suddenly tightened, and several bruises suddenly appeared on the white skin.
She seemed to feel no pain and stared at him coldly.
Time stood still for a long time, and even the moon outside the window hid in fear.
His face was gloomy and uncertain, and his eyes gave off a terrifying and ferocious light like a beast.
He let go of her and slapped her with his hand.
The slap was fast and hard, until Qiu Mo's mouth oozed blood.
Her face was tilted into the pillow, and her black hair obscured her expression at this time. There was no pleasure of revenge in her heart, only boundless pain.
She didn't want to hurt the man who had given her everything, but fate was so cruel. Whatever was given to you, it would be taken away from you.
She would rather have been strangled to death by him just now, instead of having to suffer the pain of being homeless again.
Ye Hen was so angry that he jumped out of bed, put on clothes hastily, stopped looking at the person on the bed, and walked away slamming the door.
Qiu Mo retracted herself into the quilt, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were not dry.