Qin Xiaoman frowned feebly. After being deprived of his virginity, he did not plead grievances for himself, but instead worried about the happy marriage of the culprit. A woman with such an out-of-line mind. Apart from herself, there is probably no other woman on this earth.
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"Then you can't do this!" Even if it's a one-night stand, you should at least seek the other person's sober consent first.
"You said you missed me last night," the man blinked his revealing eyes innocently, radiating infinite tenderness, "and you called me by my name when you were having sex."
After hearing this, Qin Xiaoman really regretted why he didn't just roll off the bed. He said it so confidently and openly that it made people feel uncomfortable believing it. But the sad woman thought about it again and recalled countless midnight dreams.
, when I wake up crying, all I can think about is him. This has indeed happened too many times.
However, he couldn't tell what was wrong. After a thousand twists and turns, he just felt that he was aggrieved. Even if it was like this, he shouldn't be. He and she were not able to be together as long as they were in love!
"You...we...we can't do it, don't you know?" The question was full of pain, and his eyes were about to drop helplessly.
"I know," Yan Zisong said calmly, looking at her with a slightly raised eyebrow, "you were born to my father..."
His frank answer, which was more sharp than any other, was like carrying an ammunition depot and constantly challenging Qin Xiaoman's fragile willpower.
The secret that he had worked so hard for four years came out of his mouth, but it was as easy as saying that the weather was nice. Knowing that, he still did such a thing despite the sin of incest. This person, he is crazy.
Already?
"You know?" Qin Xiaoman's eyes widened in disbelief, "You know you still do this?"
However, Yan Zisong put away the relief on his face, came to the bedside, put his hands on her shoulders holding the silk quilt tightly on her chest, and stared at hers with his smiling eyes, word by word.
Dun, "You broke up with me four years ago because of this, right?"
Qin Xiaoman didn't know why, but a pang of apology welled up in her heart. Fate is so ruthless, we can't resist it.
"Yes," she said weakly, lowering her head slightly, "I'm sorry, I... really can't tell you."
Unexpectedly, the seriousness on the man's face disappeared without a trace in an instant. He almost raised the corners of his mouth, suppressed a smile, and said domineeringly: "You didn't tell me because you knew that I was afraid of someone.
Come and share Lao Daizi's property with me, are you worried that I will find someone to kill you?"
This sentence was like an extremely powerful vacuum bomb that could not even be imagined, destroying this woman completely from the inside out and making her heartache numb. She had always loved him wholeheartedly, even after the breakup.
I have been thinking about him stupidly for four years, but... I am only regarded as a stumbling block by him on the road to inheriting his property.
The raging grievance instantly swallowed up every thought in the woman's mind, and tears burst out. Almost without thinking, she lowered her head and said loudly, "Don't worry..."
As soon as he raised his almost desperate eyes, he saw the man's face with an extremely bright evil smile. He grinned, trying not to laugh out loud, his peach blossom eyes were trembling, and his sly smile was so abominable.
God's law, the more you look at it, the more hateful it becomes and simply unforgivable...
Only then did Qin Xiaoman realize that this was an inhumane tease. No matter how docile his temper was, he couldn't hold back from breaking out. In an instant, his grievances turned into endless hatred.
At this time, everything about virginity, blood relations, and girlfriends were all gone. The woman who was gnashing her teeth didn't even care about the silk quilt covering her chest. She pushed the hateful man away, raised the pillow beside her and pounced on him, indiscriminately.
He patted him on the head violently.
"You bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard..." He vented his anger on the pillow without any rules, his eyes were like faucets that couldn't be tightened, and tears were pouring down from his eyes. How could this man be so hateful?