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

With an indescribable ambiguity and lust, He Yanlang stared at Lin Qinghuan without blinking.

She just painted on the surface, not daring to touch herself deeply.

He Yanlang's deep and pleasant voice sounded like a nightmare to her, "What are you applying? A little deeper."

With just these words, Lin Qinghuan's whole body began to burn again. She had clearly turned sideways, but He Yanlang could still see her.

Lin Qinghuan decided to go all out and turned her back to He Yanlang.

In He Yanlang's opinion, Lin Qinghuan didn't dare to touch him there at all.

"Do you understand your own body? What are you ashamed of? Aren't your parents teachers? Didn't they teach you the basic physiological structure? You don't even dare to apply medicine?"

He was the first to blame her.

Lin Qinghuan was angry, turned around and yelled, "How can I wipe it if you are here?"

Is it because he is here that Lin Qinghuan can't let go?

"I already wiped you once when you were unconscious, and I have seen and kissed every part of your body..."

"Shut up!" Lin Qinghuan grabbed a pillow and threw it at the man.

He Yanlang grabbed the pillow with one hand and threw it at the end of the bed. He walked to the bedside and hugged Lin Qinghuan from behind. He said in a gentle and doting tone, "Huanhuan, I want to apply medicine to you. I hurt you this time. I'm sorry. Can you let me apply it for you? This way I will feel better."

Good? Why should he feel good or bad? She was the one who was suffering.

When she was in so much pain that she was dying, and begged He Yanlang to let her go, he didn't.

Even when she had lost all her strength in the bathtub and couldn't even straighten her back due to pain and fatigue, He Yanlang still had no mercy on her and grabbed her arm as if he wanted to kill her.

The sink felt icy cold, freezing her to death, and her skin rubbed against the sink again and again, hurting her to death. She cried and begged, but He Yanlang still didn't let her go.

...

That was not joy, but more like an outlet for primitive animal instincts.

There is no respect at all. It is absolute oppression and control of the superior over the inferior. As long as he feels happy and comfortable, he doesn't care whether she lives or dies.

Lin Qinghuan finally understood that in He Yanlang's eyes, she was not even considered a human being.

He Yanlang's warm breath lingered around Lin Qinghuan. Unconsciously, his hand had covered Lin Qinghuan's hand holding the ointment, and he whispered in her ear, "Huanhuan, please don't be angry. I'll apply the medicine to you, okay?"

Lin Qinghuan held on to the medicine without letting go.

In no mood.

Seeing that she still didn't give in, He Yanlang continued to coax her in a gentle voice, "I was wrong this afternoon, I will make it up to you, I will give you whatever you want? Money, bags, houses, sports cars, diamonds and gold, I can give you everything."

Lin Qinghuan's tears flowed again. She couldn't bear him humiliating her like this.

"I want you, stay away from me!" She spoke every word with tears in her eyes.

He Yanlang felt his mind go blank. He increased the strength of the hand that grabbed Lin Qinghuan's arm and mechanically repeated, "Say it again!"

"I want you to stay away from me!"

She repeated it again, her tone distant and her attitude firm.

He Yanlang forced himself to calm down and didn't dare to force Lin Qinghuan anymore?

It took him a long time to calm down. He hugged Lin Qinghuan and greedily enjoyed the fragrance on her body. He felt safe only when he was holding her, and his mood finally calmed down slowly.

"Okay, give me the medicine, and I'll send you away after you're done!"

Lin Qinghuan loosened her hand, and the ointment fell into He Yanlang's hand.

Her tone was extremely calm, but it contained a threat of death, "If you dare to lie to me, I will never let you go."

"Do not lie to you."

He Yanlang helped Lin Qinghuan lie down and half-knelt on the floor to apply medicine on her.

The wound inside was really serious. He Yanlang put the ointment on his hand and spread it evenly, then touched it carefully. Every time he touched it, Lin Qinghuan trembled.

But she refused to cry out in pain, her whole body tensed and her hands tightly grasped the bed sheets.

"Just tell me if it hurts!"

No one answered him.

Ten minutes later, the medicine had been applied, He Yanlang stood up, and Lin Qinghuan also sat up.

The weather was obviously cold at night, and she was only wearing a piece of underwear on her upper body, but cold sweat broke out on her forehead and collarbone, and the wounds were painful even to the touch.

I looked carefully and saw that the bed sheet was soaked where I had just lain. No wonder I didn't say anything just now, it turned out I had been crying.

Is it made of water? You cry so much.

He Yanlang stood there blankly looking at Lin Qinghuan, at a loss for what to do.

Lin Qinghuan stopped looking at him, got off the bed, walked barefoot on the floor, and went straight to his cloakroom. There were a lot of clothes in the closet, so it seemed that he lived here often.

He casually picked up a sweatshirt and a pair of casual pants, which were big and long. Fortunately, Lin Qinghuan was not short, so he could barely support them.

He Yanlang stood at the door of the cloakroom and said, "I'll take you away after dinner."

"No." I didn't want to stay with him any longer.

He Yanlang sighed, "Then I'll take you there."

Lin Qinghuan didn't say anything else. She knew that even if she refused, He Yanlang would not agree.

She walked into the living room with a pair of red and swollen eyes from crying. Lin Shen looked at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Lin Qinghuan seemed to remember something. She took out a book and notebook she always carried with her from her pocket and walked in front of Lin Shen. Her voice was a little hoarse, but very gentle. "Brother Shen, can you sign three autographs for me? My roommate likes you very much."

He Yanlang frowned.

Lin Qinghuan called Lin Shen, "Brother Shen"? Then should he also call him brother from now on?

He stared at Lin Shen, secretly unhappy because Lin Qinghuan had never called him brother.

Lin Shen was stunned and looked at He Yanlang without daring to answer.

He Yanlang gestured and took over Lin Qinghuan's book and pen, then signed his name smoothly.

Lin Qinghuan probably knew that he was the former world Sanda champion.

One signature on the book, two on the notebook. The book is given to Wen Yijing, and the two pages on the notebook are given to Jian Yan and Yan Xia. Is this the last gift before leaving?

Lin Qinghuan knew that Wen Yijing would be very happy, but since Jian Yan and Yan Xia were not really pursuing Lin Shen, she could just give each of them a set of famous brand lipstick.

"Thank you." Lin Qinghuan bowed slightly and walked towards the entrance door.

He Yanlang gave him a meaningful look and followed him.

Lin Shen always had a feeling that the two of them seemed to have reached the end.

During the joyful afternoon, Lin Qinghuan was shouting for help on the phone. When others came, they could clearly hear the cries in the bedroom, sometimes loud and sometimes soft.

The young master's physique is different from that of ordinary men. In Sanda and fighting, He Yanlang can definitely be called the king among amateur players.

Lin Qinghuan is tall but thin, and looks frail. If He Yanlang really wants to torture someone, it must be very uncomfortable.

Estimating the time, Lin Shen went to see a doctor, and what he saw was such a bleak sign.

A young master who is so happy without caring about people's life and death is really scary.

The young master deserved it. Lin Qinghuan didn't give him a good look.