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

Lin Qinghuan couldn't understand how such filthy and obscene language could come out of the mouth of a man who looked so enchanting.

Everyone talks about He Yanlang, the most handsome boy in Peking University.

Abstinence.

cool.

It is the flower of Gaoling.

When he crushed her again and again, it had nothing to do with these holy and beautiful words, but was quite the opposite.

A scum of the world, or more precisely, a beast in human clothing.

Lin Qinghuan suddenly found it funny.

She laughed out loud, mixed with tears, with a hint of sarcasm and indifference. It was unclear whether she hated herself or the person who oppressed him.

"Do you work this hard with every girl?"

Lin Qinghuan really wanted to say it in a nonchalant tone, a light and indifferent one.

It's better to go with your body than with your heart.

People who have sex don't feel sad.

No one wants to admit that he or she is the loser in this love game.

We are all proud people, so what's wrong with being a little decent?

But as I said these words tremblingly, my tears couldn't stop flowing.

To satirize He Yanlang is to cut out one's own heart at the same time.

She hoped that He Yanlang would only have each other like her.

He Yanlang was stunned. He clearly cared about the other person to death, but his tone of voice was extremely cold and distant. "Don't make yourself unhappy!"

He knew what answer Lin Qinghuan wanted.

But she is not obedient.

He also has a temper.

He hated and was afraid of Lin Qinghuan's cold eyes. Whenever she looked at him, she would give him that damned look.

As if he was some unforgivable bastard.

His pride and possessiveness did not allow hatred to appear in Lin Qinghuan's eyes.

It was obvious that he liked Lin Qinghuan, loved her to death, but her eyes were not only devoid of love, but full of disgust and disdain.

When did they become so unequal?

"Please take away that look!" He Yanlang said gritting his teeth.

Not only did Lin Qinghuan not restrain himself, his gaze became even more naked, with a fearless provocation and a stubborn face.

"Very good! You'd better not hold back!" Otherwise, he was afraid that he would be soft-hearted.

He had to cure Lin Qinghuan's stubborn temper.

She neither resists nor cooperates, but her body will undergo a subtle chemical reaction.

When it comes to lust, humans are animals after all.

Lin Qinghuan had already unconsciously put her arms around the man's neck, bared her teeth and bit his left shoulder hard, restraining herself. There was already a row of her bite marks there, left from the past few days.

Sinking...

Standing and sinking...

Although he hated it to the core, he was completely immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Perhaps He Yanlang's skills are so superb that they seem to be natural.

She was greedy and enjoying it.

But deep down I was filled with hatred and was extremely conflicted.

He Yanlang's delicate and smooth back was scratched by her, leaving marks all over it.

Tears began to flow unconsciously, falling drop by drop on He Yanlang's delicate and broad back.

Boiling hot and fiery.

Full of lust.

He Yanlang held Lin Qinghuan's face in his hands. Sweat mixed with tears made her look pitiful and particularly lovable.

His voice was mixed with emotions, low and charming, "Is crying useful? Don't you want it anymore?" He paused deliberately, his voice was long and lazy, "Beg me!"

She'd better not beg for mercy, otherwise he would have no reason to continue.

As expected, there was still only coldness and disgust in Lin Qinghuan's eyes, and she couldn't hide her emotions. She was still stubborn, gritting her teeth and enduring it, and never begging for mercy.

stubborn.

Stubborn.

She'd better continue looking at him like that.

"Alright? If you're capable, Lin Qinghuan, you better not beg for mercy! Whoever bows his head is a bastard!"

He took her down from the storage cabinet, turned her over, and pressed her down.

...

It was another exhilarating exercise.

After taking a shower.

He Yanlang picked up Lin Qinghuan and walked to the master bedroom. He put her gently on the bed, then lay down beside Lin Qinghuan and pulled a thin quilt to cover them.

Lin Qinghuan struggled to break free from He Yanlang's arms, turned sideways and faced away from him.

Hug it back.

Struggle again.

"Want to do it again?" he asked.

Maybe I'm tired.

Lin Qinghuan stopped struggling and snuggled obediently in He Yanlang's arms.

Her long eyelashes were wet, perhaps with tears or cold water. The redness and swelling on her cheeks during the day had completely disappeared, and the blush from lust made her look pure and sexy.

He Yanlang's bony hands stroked Lin Qinghuan's cheek. If she opened her eyes, she could see the deep affection in the man's eyes that could not be hidden.

He Yanlang murmured.

"Lin Qinghuan, let's get married after graduation!"

Although she has not reached the legal marriage age in China after graduation, he can take her abroad to get the marriage certificate.

Lin Qinghuan had no reaction.

He Yanlang lowered his head and looked at her lovingly. Lin Qinghuan had already been exhausted by his squeeze and had fallen asleep peacefully in his arms.

Like a docile ragdoll cat.

If only she would always be as obedient as she is now, he would ask her very gently and coax her well, and would not be so fierce and uncontrollably ask for her again and again.

He gently scratched Lin Qinghuan's nose, thinking about his beastly behavior more than ten minutes ago. His eyes were red and he felt heartbroken for the girl in his arms. He muttered cautiously.

"I'm sorry, Lin Qinghuan."

He couldn't help but kiss Lin Qinghuan on the forehead.

Lin Qinghuan didn't react at all and continued to sleep obediently, with even breathing and a beautiful face as she slept.

He just stared at Lin Qinghuan's sleepy eyes, unable to hold back his joy, and chuckled, muttering to himself, "Look at you, you're already exhausted after such a short career."

Actually it’s not too early, it’s already three in the morning.

*

The next day, Lin Qinghuan woke up.

She half sat up and her eyes met He Yanlang who was sitting in the rest area at the end of the bed.

He Yanlang was already dressed, wearing a soft, white beige sweater, looking clean and fresh. He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, holding a computer in his hands.

With a smile on his face, He Yanlang seemed to be in a good mood. He stood up and put the computer on the table. "Are you awake? I'll get you breakfast."

Seeing him leave the bedroom, Lin Qinghuan got up wrapped in the bed sheet and looked for clothes.

There were no clothes for her in the bedroom, so she ran to the bathroom with her long naked legs. When she didn't find any clothes, she ran back to the bedroom. He Yanlang just came in with breakfast.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked coldly.

"Throw it away!" the man said casually.

"Are you crazy? What should I wear?" she demanded.

"It's torn. I can't wear it even if I don't throw it away." He didn't look at Lin Qinghuan.

He Yanlang put breakfast on the table: a cup of hot coffee, a salmon and soft-boiled egg sandwich, and a few sausages on the side.

"Have breakfast!" he said.

Lin Qinghuan was angry. She stood there without moving, gritting her teeth and shouting, "Clothes!"

"In the cloakroom, I can wear whatever I want."

He definitely did it on purpose. Last time, the bastard even prepared a set of clothes for her. But this time, he only let Lin Qinghuan find his clothes to wear.

Lin Qinghuan glanced at him, then got up and went to his cloakroom, where he found a grey sweatshirt and casual pants.

He is too tall.

Lin Qinghuan still wore the hoodie loosely on her body, but her pants were dragging on the ground, which looked very funny.

He Yanlang couldn't help but stare at Lin Qinghuan and smile.

Lin Qinghuan impatiently took off his pants, revealing his fair and slender legs, and said to the person opposite him with a cold face, "Send me some clothes!"

He Yanlang touched his nose, raised his eyes and stared at Lin Qinghuan. He looked very handsome when he smiled, and everything around him was eclipsed. "Come here and have breakfast first."

Lin Qinghuan didn't move and looked at him coldly.

He stood up and pulled.

Lin Qinghuan struggled.

He held her in his arms, carried her to the sofa, picked up the knife and fork, cut a sandwich and fed it to Lin Qinghuan.

"Ding..." The sound of the knife and fork falling to the ground is crisp and pleasant.

Lin Qinghuan impatiently knocked away the food that He Yanlang fed her.

The air fell into silence for a short while.

He Yanlang patiently coaxed her, "Baby, stop making trouble and eat well!"

He picked up the spare knife and fork beside him, cut a small piece of sausage and fed it to Lin Qinghuan's mouth.

Lin Qinghuan still knocked it away impatiently.

Perhaps feeling that it was not enough, Lin Qinghuan struggled to get up from He Yanlang's arms.

Immediately afterwards, the hot coffee on the table and all the food on the plate were overturned by Lin Qinghuan and spilled onto the spotless floor.

There were some coffee stains on the corners of his beige sweater, and Lin Qinghuan, who looked unhappy, felt very refreshed.

"I said I don't want to eat." Although she had gone crazy and overturned the breakfast he had prepared, and made a mess of his floor, Lin Qinghuan was in good spirits and very stable.

She stared at him, waiting for him to lose his temper.

Why was He Yanlang smiling so flamboyantly like a peacock in the early morning? She was an eyesore. He was in a good mood, so she wanted to ruin it all for him.

He Yanlang stood up casually, took off his beige sweater in front of Lin Qinghuan, and threw it casually on the carpet.

He smiled, hugged Lin Qinghuan and dragged her back to the bed, "Your strength has recovered so quickly, shall we continue to have a deeper discussion?"