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

Lin Qinghuan's cold and hateful eyes made He Yanlang angry and sad.

"That look in your eyes? What does it mean?" He pinched Lin Qinghuan's chin and asked.

Lin Qinghuan is stubborn.

The more forceful she is, the more stubborn she becomes and the more unwilling she is to give in. If the other person does not have good emotional control, he or she will often be driven into a rage by her cold violence.

"Speak!" He Yanlang increased the strength of his slender hands. Lin Qinghuan's tender skin turned a little red, and she shed a few tears because of the pain.

Even though it hurts, he doesn't say a word.

I never learn to give in.

"Just say it if you have the mouth!" He Yanlang suppressed his emotions and began to coax her patiently.

Lin Qinghuan still gave him a cold look.

Their eyes met.

Her eyes were still cold.

I can't find any love or liking, only disgust, deep disgust.

For the first time, the man who was high and mighty, the chosen one of heaven, spoke in a hoarse voice, with red eyes, and lowered his head to beg her, "I beg you, Lin Qinghuan, speak."

As if giving a reward, she said viciously, "Stay away from me in the future and don't bother me!"

He stared at her, feeling distressed and depressed.

I really want to clear the air.

He Yanlang let go of her, turned his back, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and slid the lighter several times without lighting it. His hands were shaking slightly.

Lin Qinghuan just couldn't see it.

"Impossible!" he chuckled.

Lin Qinghuan sounded so frivolous and dissolute.

Lin Qinghuan's crying voice was heard again from behind.

Last night, he said it for the last time, and we are clear from now on. The next morning, he showed up again, and just now he was trying to force himself on her.

Stinky pervert!

Lin Qinghuan slid down the corner of the wall and sat on the ground without caring about her image. She covered her mouth with her hands and cried. She was still trying her best to suppress her pitiful voice, "What do you want? Are you not tired of playing yet? If you are tired of playing, can you just go away?"

He Yanlang was silent.

Lin Qinghuan herself thought that he was playing with her feelings.

"Huanhuan," he stretched out his hand to touch Lin Qinghuan's face, but was slapped away.

The disgust in Lin Qinghuan's eyes stung him again and again, "Don't touch me!"

She felt impatient and unwilling even to be touched by him.

He Yanlang withdrew his hand and stood up. Lin Qinghuan was right at her feet, and he looked down at her.

He put out the cigarette and ground the butt into dust under his feet.

Lin Qinghuan didn't care about him patiently coaxing her.

silence.

There was a long silence, and He Yanlang just kept staring at her.

By the time she stopped crying, he had already finished smoking five or six cigarettes.

Lin Qinghuan stood up, brushed off the dust on her body, her eyes were swollen, and her gaze fell back on He Yanlang's enchanting face.

Crying and keeping silent won't solve any problems!

Anyone looking at that face would feel their heart beating fast and their face would turn red. He Yanlang's appearance was too superior, so superior that people would often ignore his mistakes.

"What do you want? Haven't slept enough?" She smiled, tears about to fall unconsciously, crying and laughing while wiping her tears, "Do you know? After finishing with you last night, I turned around and slept with Luo Zhouran again."

Lin Qinghuan wanted to mock He Yanlang's skills, but then she remembered that a man would never admit that he had poor skills, and the more he mocked him, the better he would become.

"You two are both pretty good!"

Almost instantly, He Yanlang's face darkened, and he pushed her against the wall again, with a warm breath carrying a warning, "Lin Qinghuan, do you believe I can kill you?"

Lin Qinghuan cried and laughed at the same time, looking up to challenge him, "He Yanlang, what you taught me is true, people should be more philanthropic, have more boyfriends, more homes, and more different experiences."

How could she compare to his fraternity?

He didn't know how Lin Qinghuan, with such a well-behaved and innocent face, could say such vulgar words.

He Yanlang's emotions were controlled by Lin Qinghuan, veins on his hands were throbbing, and he watched her mouth open and close, uttering extremely unpleasant and vulgar words.

"You bitch!" he cursed.

She was startled.

Another laugh that was uglier than crying, "Yeah, I'm just a slut, hahaha..."

Lin Qinghuan took the initiative to hook his neck and moved closer. "I just finished with Luo Zhouran this morning. Now I see your face. I'm 456 now. Do you want to give it to me?"

She disgusted him.

It's so disgusting!

"Hmm? Here..." He Yanlang forced a smile, but it was unclear what the meaning was.

Lin Qinghuan's hands froze on his neck.

She just wanted to disgust him.

Regardless of whether Lin Qinghuan's words were true or false, she had to bear it now. As if speaking in anger, He Yanlang leaned close to Lin Qinghuan's ear and said, "You are dead today."

The earlobe was bitten and the words were icy cold.

Lin Qinghuan pushed the man away in disgust.

He Yanlang took a few steps back and wiped his lips with his hand. He stared at her like a tiger staring at a little white rabbit. She was its prey.

She said sarcastically, "Read less domineering Mary Sue novels. Your brain is full of shit, right?"

He Yanlang was not angry. His smile made Lin Qinghuan shudder. "Two choices, either to get you or to get Luo Zhouran."

He Yanlang's eyes suddenly turned cold, making Lin Qinghuan feel very cold.

Lin Qinghuan pretended to be calm and cursed, "Psycho!"

Seeing her unbelieving and confident look, he really wanted to make her cry.

He Yanlang walked over and put his hand on Lin Qinghuan's shoulder consciously. His strength was so great that Lin Qinghuan couldn't break free.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Lin Shen, then looked down at Lin Qinghuan's tear-stained face and patted her gently, "Forty minutes!"

Not forty minutes, maybe even just twenty minutes.

Jianyan sent a private message to Lin Qinghuan.

[Brief: Huanhuan, s---, my junior schoolmate said Luo Zhouran was taken away by the uncle in the hat this morning, do you know what happened? ]

Lin Qinghuan did not reply to Jian Yan's message, staring at He Yanlang in front of him.

I just feel so strange, so strange...

He Yanlang grabbed Lin Qinghuan's hands and trapped her between the man and the wall again. He lowered his head, with no emotion in his eyes.

He repeated the question.

"Should I mess with you or Luo Zhouran?"

silence.

"I'll count to three, one, two..."

She bit her lip and trembled as she spoke, "Me."

"good!"