Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

Perhaps she was really tired, Lin Qinghuan didn't wake up the whole time. Even when He Yanlang was applying medicine to her private parts, she was drowsy with her eyes closed. If she really felt something was wrong, she just frowned slightly.

He was really ruthless this time. He didn't treat Lin Qinghuan as a human being. He only cared about his own comfort and happiness.

Kill me...

Lin Qinghuan's words were like a spell that imprisoned He Yanlang, allowing his inner demons to devour his heart and turn into evil thoughts.

He lost control, which led to Lin Qinghuan's current situation. She collapsed on the bed like a broken doll, limp and drowsy.

"Huan Huan..."

A slender hand touched Lin Qinghuan's forehead, and the cut on her forehead, the size of half a fingernail, had been disinfected.

He Yanlang remembered that he had clearly supported Lin Qinghuan and protected her forehead with his hand, but she still bumped into the headboard and got scratched.

In fact, there were bruises not only on the forehead, but also on Lin Qinghuan's knees, chest, and many other parts of the body.

A love that is both hearty and passionate.

He Yanlang sat silently by the bed for more than two hours. During this time, the doctor came to take the temperature and found that Lin Qinghuan still had a low-grade fever. He still said that it was not a big deal and that it was normal.

But He Yanlang was puzzled. It was just a low fever, so why did he sleep for so long and didn't show any sign of waking up?

He asked coldly, "It's been more than two hours, why haven't you woken up yet?"

The doctor was stunned holding the thermometer, not knowing how to answer, "Too, too tired!"

tired?

Why is she tired? It's obviously him who is moving.

The cold gaze was cast on the doctor again, making him shudder and feel uncomfortable all over. The doctor just wanted to sigh: Money is hard to earn, but shit is hard to eat.

"She probably subconsciously doesn't want to wake up yet. It would be good for her to get some more sleep, which would help her recover her strength. If she doesn't have enough strength, she will have a recurring fever."

"Subconscious doesn't want to wake up?" He Yanlang repeated this sentence, then looked down at Lin Qinghuan on the bed and smiled bitterly, "Spineless, you don't want to face this?"

As soon as the doctor left, Lin Shen came in and asked him if he wanted to cancel the meeting with He Yanyu tonight.

Lin Shen even came to ask.

What this meant was that He Yanlang should temporarily put down what he was doing and accompany Lin Qinghuan first.

After all, it was a sex incident that had caused the woman to need help, and Lin Shen didn't think that He Yanlang could calm her down with just a few words.

If things go wrong, the two of them might end up having a complete falling out, with no room for maneuver.

He Yanlang stood up, not intending to put down what he was doing, "Arrange someone to take care of her. Leave my number, and ask the doctor to call me when she wakes up."

Lin Shen didn't say anything else and had to follow the orders.

Heaven on earth.

He Yanyu had already booked a luxurious box and ordered tens of thousands of bottles of wine.

The box was very noisy. The colorful lights were very ambiguous, shining on the young men and women. They were shouting, laughing, twisting their waists and buttocks, touching each other, and having fun.

He Yanyu rarely participated in the games played by men and women today. He just sat in the corner drinking alone.

Someone was curious and asked He Yanyu, "Brother Yu, why don't you play with me today?"

"It feels a little less fun without someone as perverted as you playing with us, hahaha..."

He Yanyu put down his wine glass and looked at the man. His eyes were very dark and gloomy. If it weren't for his handsome face, no one would think he was perverted. "What? You want me to play with you."

The man felt his buttocks tighten. There had been rumors that He Yanyu was bisexual, so he quickly said, "No, no...Brother Yu, I'm straight..."

Straight guy?

He Yanyu just smiled, but everyone present felt creepy.

He Yanyu stood up, he was very tall, picked up a bottle of wine that cost tens of thousands of yuan on the table, unscrewed it, and poured it on the boy.

"Whoever cleans the alcohol off him will get 100,000 yuan, only for boys!"

There were excited screams in the box.

"Oh!"

Someone was whistling.

"Shh!"

Laughter came and went.

Suddenly, several boys pounced on the boy, scaring him into panic. However, he could not struggle free and was surrounded by several boys of the same sex.

All the onlookers gathered around, screaming and yelling, it was like a riot of demons.

The atmosphere reached a climax in an instant.

He Yanyu returned to the sofa, crossed his legs, and leaned his back against the sofa. He had no intention of playing. The only thing in his mind was: Second brother, why hasn't he come yet?

As I was thinking, the door of the box was opened.

He Yanyu sat up straight, and the group of people who were partying stopped what they were doing, and everyone looked towards the door.

It's He Yanlang.

Time seemed to stand still, and everyone's breath missed a beat.

He Yanlang is so handsome that he looks like a god descended to the earth. He Yanyu is obviously similar to him in terms of his features, but He Yanlang's temperament looks noble and cold, which is natural.

He Yanlang rarely wore a black shirt, which made him look both abstinent and wild. The black color contrasted with the white color, and the two unbuttoned buttons revealed a bit of his collarbone, which made He Yanyu's throat roll unconsciously.

There were several dark red marks on the exposed skin.

Although the second brother came, he was late.

He Yanyu thought that his second brother probably came here because he had sex with the woman in the cafe. For no reason, he was in a good mood because of his second brother's visit, but he became a little irritated when he thought of that scene.

He should be happy that his second brother, the most beautiful girl in the world, has fallen into the mortal world, watching him cry for love and be covered with scars.

"Second brother!" He Yanyu stood up and still forced out a humble and cowardly smile.

He Yanlang glanced indifferently at a man who was knocked to the ground by several men, his clothes torn to shreds and covered with various teeth marks.

Who else could have created this masterpiece except that pervert He Yanyu.

Of course, he didn't like to meddle in other people's business. He just took a glance, stretched out his long legs and sat down on the sofa.

The box was very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was the sound of He Yanlang's footsteps.

The boys looked at He Yanyu and didn't dare to speak. After all, even their leader He Yanyu was afraid of people like He Yanlang.

Everyone in the circle knew about the last time He Yanyu was shot in the head.

He Yanyu smiled ambiguously at those people, meaning to continue!

Someone took the lead, and others followed.

In an instant, the whole box became lively again, but no one dared to disturb the two people sitting on the sofa.

He Yanlang sat opposite He Yanyu, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and started biting it.

He Yanyu naturally came over, lit up his lighter, and lit a cigarette for He Yanlang. He was like a pug, trembling and calling out, "Second brother."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, mixed with the smell of his second brother's plum wine, giving him an indescribable wonderful feeling.

He Yanyu sat back in his seat, well behaved, as if he was simply afraid of his brother, "Second brother, what do you want from me?"