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

Lin Qinghuan knew who called. She guessed it the moment He Yanlang spoke.

"Stay away from Luo Zhouran!"

She was angry at first, angry at where He Yanlang got the confidence to interfere with her emotions again and again; then her scalp went numb, he had agreed to settle the matter, but he was still staring at her.

Luo Zhouran asked her, was it He Yanlang who called?

Lin Qinghuan nodded, "Yeah."

Then there was silence again.

He was not sure whether he should ask more questions or whether he was qualified to ask more questions.

The wind passed by quickly, but the city of Beijing was still bustling late at night, and the food stalls were full of people.

It is the breath of everyday life that can most soothe people's hearts.

"Would you like to have a couple of skewers?" Luo Zhouran asked as he slowed down the car.

If I leave Lin Qinghuan alone in a lonely room, she might start to have wild thoughts and feel sad, so it would be better to accompany her to eat a few skewers on the roadside.

Lin Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, but still responded, "Yeah!"

Luo Zhouran parked the motorcycle on the side of the road. The tears on Lin Qinghuan's face had dried. Her long hair was a little messy due to the wind, making her look half charming and half pure.

It's easy to be moved in the middle of the night like this.

They found a corner and sat down.

Lin Qinghuan ordered a lot of beer.

Luo Zhouran could see that Lin Qinghuan was actually not good at drinking and he choked after taking the first sip.

"cough cough..."

He stood up and stroked her back, patting her gently.

Lin Qinghuan quickly waved her hand, motioning for him to sit back.

She took another sip and didn't choke, then looked up and said, "Luo Zhouran, I feel cheap."

Maybe the wine really gave people courage, Lin Qinghuan's cheeks were flushed, and her doe eyes looked innocent and pure.

Luo Zhouran picked up a free peanut and put it into his mouth, looking at Lin Qinghuan. He didn't know what was going on in his mind. He didn't want to talk, he just wanted to listen to Lin Qinghuan's chatter.

She still had some sense and lowered her head and spoke again.

"You have to take the money I give you."

Out of guilt, Lin Qinghuan didn't dare to look him in the eyes.

He smiled. It was really nice to be in a relationship with Lin Qinghuan. As for compensation for mental damage or something, she, a college student, directly transferred 10 yuan to him.

The man who stole someone else’s wife in the factory only had to pay 30,000 to 40,000 yuan in compensation.

Instead, she gave him 10 yuan. She had saved more than yuan during her three years in college, and she intended to give most of it back to him.

Luo Zhouran was not short of money. He had saved millions of New Year's money since he was a child. Before he went to college, he could collect hundreds of thousands of New Year's money every year.

"Did your money come from the wind?" He asked Lin Qinghuan pretending to be indifferent.

She glanced at him like a child who had done something wrong. Lin Qinghuan couldn't hide her feelings, her emotions were all on her face, her guilt came from the fact that she had just slept with another man more than an hour ago, doing intimate things, and an hour later, she was sitting here with him again.

But they all kept it to themselves and didn't mention it again.

Perhaps to make Luo Zhouran happier, Lin Qinghuan said in a flattering tone, "From now on, he and I are even, completely done."

After Lin Qinghuan finished speaking, she felt something was wrong, as if she had just been dumped by a man and was now in a hurry to please another man.

"I mean either... or..." She couldn't make it clear.

But Luo Zhouran knew that she felt guilty and hoped that he could be happier. But even so, Lin Qinghuan would never be surprised by his sincerity.

She just wanted to express that she would not persist in her delusion any longer.

"Lin Qinghuan, do you know where He Yanlang came from?"

Everyone knows that He Yanlang is a rich second-generation, but no one knows how rich he is or where he comes from.

Lin Qinghuan's hand holding the chopsticks was stunned.

"He is rich. He is not just an ordinary wealthy family. He is a top-level person. My father said that he might be the grandson of He Yanhe of Sanshun Group."

Sanshun Group, the number one group in China.

Lin Qinghuan said nothing.

Everyone thought that she was the one who was in a hurry to go to the hall.

"Is it really that easy to enter a wealthy family?" Luo Zhouran just wanted to persuade her, but ended up making her feel more and more uncomfortable.

Lin Qinghuan's tears flowed down and fell on the greasy little table.

She suddenly felt wronged, wronged by being misunderstood, and bit her lip and whispered, "I didn't."

So, does Luo Zhouran think that she wants to marry into a wealthy family?

No, as long as she is next to He Yanlang, everyone thinks she wants to marry into a wealthy family.

Luo Zhouran handed her a tissue and said, "Don't cry."

Lin Qinghuan took it, nodded, and still tried hard to suppress his emotions.

"Do you think he would have a relationship with you? It's just for fun, don't make yourself look so cheap."

Lin Qinghuan said nothing. Even the explanation seemed pale. To be more precise, there was nothing to explain.

After tonight, it's all over.

She started drinking, hoping the alcohol would numb her nerves.

Luo Zhouran wanted to stop her, but she raised her eyes and stared at Luo Zhouran. Her heart softened again and she said, "Luo Zhouran, I feel bad!"

"It hurts so much! It hurts so much!" She cried and drank at the same time. Only when alcohol numb her nerves would she feel better.

Luo Zhouran just watched her drink one cup after another until she fell down.

A long sigh.

"Let's go back." He helped Lin Qinghuan up and took a taxi.

Lin Qinghuan was very well-behaved when she was drunk. She didn't cry or make a fuss. She just lay on his shoulder obediently.

She nudged her way into his neck and sniffed him again, "Luo Zhouran, you smell so good!"

Like a gangster.

Then there was no more sound, and she fell asleep obediently on his shoulder.

About twenty minutes later, the taxi arrived at his community. He helped Lin Qinghuan into the community, entered the apartment building, got on the elevator, and entered his home.

Almost instinctively, he helped Lin Qinghuan into his room.

Lin Qinghuan still fell asleep.

"Shen is dead!"

He complained to Lin Qinghuan, who was already half drunk on the bed. Under the warm light, her thin lips were tightly closed and her long hair was scattered on his white sheets.

He took off his coat for Lin Qinghuan.

The ambiguous mark on her fair neck immediately appeared again, reminding Luo Zhouran that Lin Qinghuan had just experienced a love affair about two or three hours ago.

In the dead of night, darkness always tends to grow in deserted corners.

He stared at Lin Qinghuan fiercely, his heart pounding, his tongue licked his lips unconsciously, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

Lin Qinghuan is so beautiful.

But also cheap.

He Yanlang was just playing with her, but she could sleep with him casually. He treated her so sincerely, so what was wrong with sleeping with her?

Luo Zhouran pressed down, perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable, Lin Qinghuan frowned.

He Yanlang unbuttoned her clothes.

Every inch of her skin had been touched by another man just hours ago.

Ah...

Almost roughly and irrationally, with her clothes half undressed, he kissed her neck.