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

He Yanlang knew that Lin Qinghuan was just trying to provoke him, but he still wanted to slap her to death after hearing her nonsense.

"Do you like to punish yourself with other people's mistakes?" He asked gloomily, straightening Lin Qinghuan's whole body and trapping her between him and the door.

Lin Qinghuan raised her head. The little white rabbit would bite people when it got angry.

"He Yanlang, are you kidding me? What right do you have to control me? Who I date and who I sleep with is my business." What right does he have to control her?

"If you dare to let Luo Zhouran touch you, I will cripple him!" he said.

"Huh?" Lin Qinghuan made a mocking sound. She felt that the man in front of her was unreasonable, arrogant, conceited, and fickle. His thoughts were even more unpredictable. Then she smiled slyly and asked for a beating. "Why, do you mind me sleeping with someone else?"

What a joke, she would do anything to get rid of him.

Rather than being clearly and explicitly toyed with by He Yanlang, she prefers to have a relationship with Luo Zhouran, over whom she has the dominant power. He Yanlang's actions really disgust her.

"Oh? I'm the school hunk who changes every day. I'm going to sleep with my boyfriend. What can you do to me? Bite me, bite me, bite me..."

When she gets naughty, she really owes the sun.

Without giving her a chance to speak, He Yanlang raised her hands above her head and lowered his head to kiss her fiercely.

"Nerve...let go...mmmm..."

Lin Qinghuan's feet were still kicking randomly.

She can still move her feet, right?

He Yanlang put one leg between Lin Qinghuan's legs and used his abdominal strength to hold Lin Qinghuan's legs back. She couldn't move at all, her lips became red and swollen, and her initial arrogance turned into tears.

"Are you still being naughty?" he asked with a smile.

She turned her head away, said nothing, and was angry.

He smiled softly, his eyes fell on Lin Qinghuan's open chest. He lowered his head again, and Lin Qinghuan did not struggle anymore, her heart was dead, and she let him abuse her.

The back of her head was held up again, and He Yanlang teased her. At that moment when their eyes met, her heart tightened and Lin Qinghuan started crying again.

She always cries like this, not breaking down and crying, but just with a dead heart, staring at you silently and fearfully.

He Yanlang sighed and gently stroked Lin Qinghuan's cheek, "Be good, don't mess around. Is it worth it for you to humiliate yourself for a bastard like me?"

"If you don't bother me, I won't be a slut." She answered quickly, "I really don't want to play this emotional drama with you. Go find someone else, Xue Jianing or Jiang Wanying, but don't let it be me!"

She felt aggrieved, and her tears fell like free pearls.

"Lin Qinghuan, do you know how to appreciate the taste of the marrow?" He rubbed her lips, which were full and sexy, and particularly attractive. "You are like a poppy, making me addicted."

"You're like a dung beetle. You make me sick!"

Her words shattered his newly arisen desire, like a basin of cold water being poured over him.

very good!

very good!

With this face, there is a chance that he will be described as a dung beetle in his life.

He was angry and wanted to laugh, and he sighed again, "Okay, I won't bother you, but you better be good and stop messing with Luo Zhouran."

He half-coaxed and let go of Lin Qinghuan. Lin Qinghuan crawled out from under his armpit and kept a certain distance from him before she began to wipe her tears and tidy up her slightly messy clothes.

There was an ambiguous dark red color on her neck, which Lin Qinghuan did not notice.

He Yanlang turned the door handle and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Luo Zhouran's voice came from the empty corridor, "Senior, why are you here?"

He Yanlang didn't seem to say anything.

Lin Qinghuan quickly took out a wet tissue to wipe her tears, gathered her emotions, and sat in front of the drawing board, pretending to paint seriously.

The door was ajar, and Luo Zhouran knocked on it.

"Come in!" she answered.

With a creaky sound, the door was pushed open, and Luo Zhouran walked in. He picked up a paintbrush on the ground and placed it next to Lin Qinghuan. "Lin Qinghuan, guess who I bumped into?"

"Who is it?" She asked casually, casually touching the dragonfly in the early lotus painting.

Luo Zhouran stared at the painting she was drawing and didn't notice that Lin Qinghuan was different. "You girls' idol, He Yanlang!"

When Lin Qinghuan heard He Yanlang's name, his pen paused.

"Oh, why is he here?" Lin Qinghuan pretended to be ignorant and asked casually.

Luo Zhouran withdrew his gaze from the painting, but his eyes inadvertently fell on Lin Qinghuan's white neck, where there was an ambiguous mark, which was bright red, as if someone had just left it.

His heart suddenly turned cold to the extreme, his fists clenched involuntarily, his eyes dark and terrifying, and he said, "Don't you know why he is here?"

Lin Qinghuan turned around and didn't notice the difference in Luo Zhouran's tone. She asked innocently, "What's wrong?"

Ah.

Luo Zhouran's eyes softened and he pretended to be calm, "It's okay."

Still feeling unwilling, "Do you like He Yanlang?"

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Lin Qinghuan was puzzled. Luo Zhouran seemed to be suspicious, but he did not point it out.

"You girls should all like him! You would still flock to him even if you know he's just playing around." Luo Zhouran thought he was good-looking and had a good family background, but compared to a top-notch rich man like He Yanlang, he was nothing.

Lin Qinghuan put down her paintbrush, feeling very angry. "I thought you would respect girls, but it turns out you are just like most boys."

"Huh? Isn't it? Lin Qinghuan!" He moved closer, his eyes darkened again, staring at Lin Qinghuan with horror, his eyes once again fell on Lin Qinghuan's fair neck, "You really don't like him?"

Luo Zhouran bit the ambiguous mark again, he wanted to cover it with his own mark.

Lin Qinghuan pushed Luo Zhouran away in pain, "What a psycho, Luo Zhouran!"

She stood up, picked up the phone on her desk, and slammed the door and left angrily.

With a bang, the door was closed.

Ah...

Luo Zhouran stared at the departing figure in a daze, filled with anger but unable to vent it.

He kissed Lin Qinghuan and she reacted horribly. It was unknown what she and He Yanlang had done in this studio.

Lin Qinghuan went to the bathroom. There was a half-length mirror in the bathroom. She looked at her neck and saw a bite mark on her neck.

Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she felt cold all over. She raised her fingers and touched the mark. He Yanlang seemed to have bitten it here as well. So, Luo Zhouran must have seen it, which was why he was so angry.

She staggered, somewhat unsteadily.

It took a while to calm down.