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

We should not continue this ridiculous physical relationship.

Lin Qinghuan pushed He Yanlang away and raised her head: "Alang, don't be like this."

He Yanlang's lips curled up, and she became reserved again.

In this matter, he has never been willing to go along with Lin Qinghuan. If he goes along with Lin Qinghuan's pretentious character, he will suffocate sooner or later.

Sometimes Lin Qinghuan’s “don’t want to think about it” doesn’t really mean “don’t want to think about it”, and He Yanlang understands that.

"What's wrong with me?" He Yanlang pretended to be innocent. "I didn't do anything. Honey, did you misunderstand something? Or do you really want to..."

Lin Qinghuan was pushed against the wall, and her ears turned red from being teased by He Yan.

They looked into each other's eyes, and there was only each other in their eyes.

Lin Qinghuan sighed.

He Yanlang is like a demon. His appearance, voice and even the figure hidden under his clothes are all too seductive. It is impossible to control yourself, absolutely impossible to control yourself, and you will naturally be led into the vortex of desire by him.

And he also has a certain compulsive sense of madness that makes people unable to stop.

Lin Qinghuan lowered his head: "Sperm on my brain."

He Yanlang continued, "Then can you teach me how to change it?"

Once you get enough of her, you'll become addicted to her.

"Become a monk."

"How can I be so lustful for you? My six senses are not yet pure. Which temple will accept me?" In a blink of an eye, he lifted Lin Qinghuan's hips and placed her on the bar, supporting her sides with his hands.

Very oppressive.

"What if I just don't want to do it with you?" Lin Qinghuan leaned back slightly and raised his head to look at the person whose face was almost touching hers.

"Are you feeling unwell?" He Yanlang's emotions were relatively stable.

"No."

He Yanlang stood up straight and put his hands in his trouser pockets, "Reason."

"I hope you respect me and listen to my opinions instead of just going your own way and thinking about yourself."

"So, is this a test for me?" At this critical juncture, testing his control, it's really amazing that Lin Qinghuan is so mean to think of this.

But He Yanlang was indeed afraid. He was afraid that Lin Qinghuan would be angry and that Lin Qinghuan would think that he did not respect her again.

What else can I do but pamper her and wait for my wife to feed me willingly.

"Okay, it's up to you."

He Yanlang compromised.

He was indeed trying hard to become a better person, becoming what Lin Qinghuan hoped for.

If she didn't let him touch her, he really wouldn't touch her.

"What if I want to leave you?" Lin Qinghuan asked tentatively.

Lin Qinghuan only asked tentatively, but He Yanlang's face turned ugly. Almost instantly, he pressed on her again, forcing Lin Qinghuan's body to lean back and lift her chin.

He even minded when Lin Qinghuan mentioned the word "leave".

He was too perceptive, so perceptive that Lin Qinghuan felt insecure.

"Huanhuan, are you testing me step by step?"

"No." Lin Qinghuan replied.

He Yanlang's eyes were sharp, like a hunter's. Lin Qinghuan had a stubborn look on his face, but a guilty look was revealed in his eyes.

She was testing.

He Yanlang saw through it at a glance.

Lin Qinghuan regretted this damn temptation.

"What did I do wrong?" He Yanlang's tone softened, without the oppressive and suffocating feeling that Lin Qinghuan had imagined. "You're still thinking about leaving me, right?"

He hugged Lin Qinghuan tightly, like a helpless child.

But in the corner that Lin Qinghuan couldn't see, there was a kind of madness hidden.

There was no way she could really get away.

If you really dare to leave and escape without permission, he will turn evil and go crazy. He will stop at nothing and use all means to force you to stay by his side.

"No, Alang." Lin Qinghuan held He Yanlang's hand.

He gasped in pain, flinched his hand, and frowned.

Lin Qinghuan noticed something was wrong, "What happened to your hand?"

She grabbed He Yanlang's hand and wanted to see.

He Yanlang withdrew his hand and said casually, "It's nothing serious. Someone stabbed me with a dagger, and I took it with my bare hands."

He didn't want Lin Qinghuan to know it at first, but now he deliberately let her know it.

How can I describe the pain?

He Yanlang knew that Lin Qinghuan was soft-hearted, and once she felt sorry for him, she would let him control her.

There was a five or six centimeter long cut on his broad palm. The wound was still very fresh and the scabby flesh was still bright red.

It must hurt.

Lin Qinghuan felt heartbroken when she looked at the wound.

"How could someone commit murder in broad daylight?" Lin Qinghuan found it incomprehensible and unbelievable.

But then I thought, didn't someone kidnap her in broad daylight?

In this world, things that don’t happen to you do not mean they don’t exist.

"It was intentional, right? Someone did it on purpose, right?" Lin Qinghuan suddenly realized that someone wanted to harm He Yanlang, it was revenge.

Otherwise, who would have the time to attack someone like He Yanlang? He can fight, and so can Lin Shen, and there are other bodyguards around.

So, someone wanted to harm him.

"It's just a minor fight, don't worry." He Yanlang didn't want to see Lin Qinghuan's hurt and sad expression.

The bony hands traced Lin Qinghuan's face, gently and dotingly, "Wang Mingfa has fallen, Huanhuan, I'm fine, no one can threaten me."

It's because of her.

To help her take revenge on those people.

That's why I provoked revenge from those people.

Lin Qinghuan regretted so much. Why did she have to let He Yanlang stand up and help her do these things and let him face these unwarranted injuries?

She took the initiative to hug He Yanlang, buried her head in his chest, and greedily breathed in the familiar and soothing scent that filled the air.

"Alang, I don't want you to be in danger."

"I'm not worth the risk of you doing that."

She left his arms and raised her head to look at the handsome face so close to her.

He Yanlang will always be like this, like a deity who has fallen into the mortal world, noble and pure and cannot be desecrated.

"Promise me." Lin Qinghuan insisted.

He Yanlang leaned in closer, their lips almost touching, confident and arrogant.

"Huanhuan, I will never do anything I'm not sure of."

"This kind of accident will not happen a second time."

The chin was slightly lifted, and He Yanlang placed a kiss on her, his hand slid into the hem of Lin Qinghuan's clothes.

Lin Qinghuan did not refuse, but naturally moved closer to him.

She is taking the initiative.

He Yanlang was so happy that he would occasionally act pitiful and show weakness to his wife, and Lin Qinghuan was won over.

"Huanhuan, I love you, love you..."

Saying it eight hundred times a day is not enough.

"I love you too."

...

Pull the light.

...

Turn on the lights.

Lin Qinghuan lay on the edge of the bathtub.

I have no strength left. I can’t even lift my whole body. I want to sleep.

The doorbell rings.

Her strength returned instantly.

He Yanlang behind him teased, "Are you so energetic now?"

Who keeps yelling that he has no strength and can't take it anymore.

A doorbell startled her and she perked up immediately.

He Yanlang joked, wrapping his arms around Lin Qinghuan's waist, scaring her so much that she turned around and backed away. "Someone rang the doorbell, maybe your parents."

"It's possible." He Yanlang raised his eyebrows, "Let's do it again."

"Stop it, Alang." Lin Qinghuan pushed him away and tried to get up. "Your parents, this is not good."

The person was fished out again.

"Alang!"

"Call me husband, I'll go open the door."

"Husband!" Lin Qinghuan called out quite quickly this time.

He Yanlang pursed his lips, let go of Lin Qinghuan, stood up, got out of the bathtub, picked up the bathrobe and wiped his body.

"I'll have someone bring your clothes in later. Don't be nervous, Huanhuan. They don't eat people."