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

"Give it to me, please, Lin Qinghuan..." Luo Zhouran knew clearly that guilt could crush Lin Qinghuan.

His fingertips stroked Lin Qinghuan's tear-stained cheeks, from her neck to her collarbone. Her chest rose and fell, and it was unclear whether it was because of her body's instinctive reaction or unwillingness.

Lin Qinghuan cried harder and harder, her body almost convulsing.

silence.

Silence is the best answer.

His lips had reached that fair neck and he was fiddling with it gently and clumsily.

The pleasure he felt when drunk was nothing like the one Lin Qinghuan brought him when he was sober.

"Zhou...Ran, calm down..." Lin Qinghuan still cried and begged, trying to make him have a change of heart and stop forcing her.

Ah.

Why? He should be rational.

"I have never! Never! Never! Thought of breaking up with you, Lin Qinghuan. It was you who was unfaithful to me..." He used three "never", each one stronger and more powerful than the last.

Luo Zhouran's tears also rolled down.

Lin Qinghuan saw it and closed her eyes powerlessly. She couldn't understand it. It seemed that everyone had a great desire for her body. It seemed that occupying her body also occupied all her thoughts and actions.

In other words, between men and women, it is just a matter between men and women.

She opened her eyes again and stared at Luo Zhouran in the mirror, who was also in tears.

Morally she has been sentenced to death.

"If this can make you happier," she began to unbutton her shirt with both hands, "and can make up for the moral mistakes I made, then..." She could hardly say the rest of the words, "then...we..." Every word she said was a long cry, "just do it."

Just do it.

She said just do it.

Luo Zhouran straightened her, held her in his arms, lowered his head to kiss her, but she dodged. He then angrily kissed Lin Qinghuan's earlobes and neck.

She didn't resist.

The crying grew louder and louder, echoing in the large, empty bathroom.

He pulled off the half-undone shirt.

This is a girl's body, warm and beautiful, youthful and lively.

But the most annoying thing is that there are traces of other men on some places on it, which is enough to drive people crazy and lose their minds.

Lin Qinghuan was twitching and crying, her hands half-supported on the washbasin behind her, neither resisting nor cooperating.

She looked like she was letting him do whatever he wanted.

She cried in annoyance, as if Luo Zhouran had forced her to do so.

Luo Zhouran didn't want to listen. He told himself that he must not be soft-hearted and must have her as long as he was determined. Just having her would be enough.

No matter how she cries, you must never be soft-hearted.

He roughly took off his home sweater and then began to take off the last bit of Lin Qinghuan's dignity.

Lin Qinghuan was trembling, her whole body was shaking.

She suddenly grabbed his hand, knelt down like a beggar without dignity, raised her head, and cried and begged, "Luo Zhouran, I beg you, please, please don't retaliate against me like this, okay?"

revenge?

Can't it just be love?

His touch felt like something dirty, making Lin Qinghuan feel sick.

There was another heartbreaking silence.

Only the sound of Lin Qinghuan's sobbing and choking echoed between them.

Luo Zhouran squatted down, picked up Lin Qinghuan's shirt on the ground, put it on her, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

The moment he turned and walked out of the bathroom, Lin Qinghuan fell down weakly, hugged his legs with both hands, and buried his head between his legs.

Lin Qinghuan cried very loudly. She had tried to suppress her tears but they were still very loud. She was so sad that she couldn't control herself.

Half an hour later, the crying stopped.

The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom again. Ten minutes later, Lin Qinghuan walked out of the bathroom.

"I'm going back to school!" Lin Qinghuan had already packed up. The ambiguous red marks on her neck were covered with foundation, leaving only her eyes very red and swollen.

No emotion could be heard.

"I'll take you there." Luo Zhouran stood up, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

"No thanks!" Lin Qinghuan refused and walked towards the entrance.

How is it possible? It's like nothing happened.

Luo Zhouran strode forward and blocked Lin Qinghuan's way before she opened the door. In his scarlet eyes, there was grievance and ruthlessness. "What do you want to do with me next? Break off completely, stop trying to persuade each other, and live in peace?"

Lin Qinghuan was stunned.

She hadn't thought about this question and shook her head, "I don't know?"

"Give me an answer, and think about it right now!" Luo Zhouran pressed.

Lin Qinghuan didn't have any thoughts. She just felt very tired and exhausted and wanted to escape.

Simply, I threw the question to Luo Zhouran and let him figure it out for himself. "Then what do you want me to do?"

"complex!"

He still wants to get back together.

Lin Qinghuan felt puzzled and looked at him in confusion.

"I want you to get back together with me. From now on, you can only be single-minded and focus on me. You can't be fickle and think about this and that anymore."

Luo Zhouran felt like he had been a bootlicker for too long and couldn't even stand up anymore.

Love is such a torture, constantly refreshing his bottom line and his principles.

Lin Qinghuan was silent for a short time again, and then raised his head again.

"I refuse!" She said, and sighed. She had thought it through now. It was the right thing to do. "Zhou Ran, you deserve better. Don't waste your time on me."

She couldn't keep getting entangled with Luo Zhouran out of guilt, as the relationship between the two would only become more and more chaotic and confusing.

Indecision and hesitation are the greatest harm to you.

Short-term pain will not go away, but long-term pain. The depression will only last for a few days, and time will eventually heal everything.

Lin Qinghuan reached out to open the door.

Luo Zhouran put his hand on hers, and noticing Lin Qinghuan's determination, he asked again in a low voice, his tone softening, "What about being friends?"

“No!” Lin Qinghuan pushed Luo Zhouran’s hand away, turned the door, and walked out. “When the day comes that you no longer like me in your heart, we can become friends again.”

She turned into the elevator and transferred the 10 yuan to Luo Zhouran's Alipay account. She also sent a message to Teacher Wei, saying that she wanted to withdraw from the project.

Teacher Wei replied quickly and asked her why she quit. Lin Qinghuan made up a random excuse.

[Teacher Wei: Qinghuan, I understand, but the project is basically on track, and I have many clients. I am confident that the dividends in the future will definitely exceed 10,000 yuan. It is not cost-effective for you to withdraw now. ]

[Lin Qinghuan: Teacher Wei, I have thought it through very clearly, and I still think the matter at hand is more important! Smile.jpg]

[Teacher Wei: Okay, but you need to wait for a day or two. When new students join the project, you can hand over your current tasks and then officially withdraw.]

【Lin Qinghuan: Yes, okay.】

She wanted to gradually reduce her interactions with Luo Zhouran.