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

Lin Qinghuan was very sleepy, so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes. She half-heartedly said, "I'm so sleepy."

He Yanlang said, I miss you so much, baby.

She just had to bear it.

The dream was disturbed after all. Lin Qinghuan opened her eyes and met He Yanlang's eyes as deep as the starry sky. There was mist in his eyes and his face looked pale and embarrassed under the moonlight.

Instantly his mouth was blocked again.

"Huanhuan, I miss you so much." The clear voice is so alluring in the night that one would think he had a bad soul.

Lin Qinghuan remained indifferent.

Even with all her clothes off, she remained indifferent.

He Yanlang would not respect her.

What's the point of refusing or catering to it?

Just like a dead fish.

As long as she gets through the remaining days and leaves here on Monday, she will never have anything to do with He Yanlang in her life.

She will stay away.

Noticing that something was wrong with her, He Yanlang slowed down his movements and asked softly, "Don't you want it?"

When do you want to come?

Lin Qinghuan's face was straightened and they looked at each other again. She felt very useless. Whenever she looked at He Yanlang's overly superior face, her heart would beat faster.

It starts with the appearance, and it will start with the appearance again and again. My heart beats uncontrollably for this enchanting face.

She cursed herself inwardly, saying that she was so useless!

He Yanlang's gaze at this moment seemed overly affectionate. Lin Qinghuan really admired him. His acting skills were so outstanding that he could even act out deep affection, and so realistically.

People are always good at making themselves unhappy. Maybe she still likes the man in front of her deep down. "Do you think every one of my bed partners is so affectionate?"

She defines herself as a bed partner.

"What are you crazy about again?" He Yanlang asked with half-squinted eyes.

"You are really amazing. You pretend to be so affectionate. How many girls have you experienced to be able to act so affectionately to perfection?"

The mouth is really powerful.

Wouldn't it be better to use it for something else?

When had he ever pretended to be affectionate? He always had only her in his eyes.

"Are you unhappy because I disturbed your dream?" He Yanlang still had a trace of rationality and asked softly.

Lin Qinghuan turned her head away, no longer looking at him, and said impatiently, full of disgust, "If you want to do it, do it quickly, and get out when you're done!"

He is already very annoyed.

But Lin Qinghuan just didn't give him a good look.

Lin Qinghuan's face was straightened again, and the two looked at each other again. Her hands were raised above her head by him, with a dangerous aura, "Speak properly!"

She could always easily irritate him and kill him without him even realizing it.

Tears welled up in Xiaolu's eyes. She was a soft and cute girl like a ragdoll cat, but Lin Qinghuan was like a hedgehog, covered with thorns. "Will you talk to a rapist properly?"

He Yanlang felt his whole body cold.

The heart aches, the pain makes it hard to breathe, like drowning, he feels like he is suffocating.

Eight whips on the back had never been so painful, but Lin Qinghuan's words were like a knife, torturing him and cutting his heart.

Ah...

"I make you sick, don't I? Lin Qinghuan, there are even more disgusting things, do you want to try them?" He threatened, and his handsome features became ferocious.

Lin Qinghuan knew that there were some things he would do as he said.

I don’t know if I was frightened by He Yanlang’s eyes or disappointed by being treated like this by him, but tears dripped from the corners of my eyes.

He Yanlang stood up, jealous, and couldn't help but say, "Luo makes you happy, right?"

He didn't finish his words, but Lin Qinghuan was afraid that he would take revenge on Luo Zhouran.

She sat up and grabbed He Yanlang's hand, "What are you going to do?"

Lin Qinghuan had to face the fact that the handsome man in front of him did have great abilities, and Luo Zhouran could get in with just one phone call from him.

He is the supreme rule maker, possesses absolute financial resources and power, and enjoys various privileges.

He Yanlang turned his head back. He knew that the following conversation would make him even more disappointed and heartbroken.

"Deal with him." He bent down, moved closer to Lin Qinghuan, and smiled evilly and lazily. His character was so bad that even he felt disgusted.

Just smiling to hide the inner loss.

After all, not showing emotions on one’s face is the first rule of survival for the rich.

"If you don't want it, I'll do it with you."

He Yanlang's heart finally died. For the sake of a man, Lin Qinghuan could abandon the morality she always talked about and commit herself to doing what she hated the most.

He touched Lin Qinghuan's face with his fingertips, wet, extremely gentle and extremely ruffian, pressing her step by step, "You forgot, I have a fiancée."

She gritted her teeth and shed tears.

He could finally break her pride, laugh at her and despise her as he wished.

"Please don't involve anyone else in what's happening between us."

"I can do it until you get tired of it."

...

Her fearless look hurt He Yanlang deeply.

"Are you really willing to do this for him? Lin Qinghuan, I was just saying it casually, are you really willing to do this? Is he really that important?"

He stared, afraid to miss any expression on her face.

Had he become so terrible in Lin Qinghuan's heart?

"important!"

At the very least, within her ability, she would not let anyone around her get hurt because of her.

Luo Zhouran, Wen Yijing, Yan Xia, Jian Yan, she will protect them and love them.

Important? He Yanlang angrily shook her hand away.

Lin Qinghuan panicked. She staggered off the bed with bare feet and hugged He Yanlang from behind.

He frowned.

"He Yanlang, just vent your anger on me. Luo Zhouran is innocent!"

Lin Qinghuan didn't know that He Yanlang cared about her, and what she said was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

He Yanlang took a deep breath and spoke slowly, coldly and ruthlessly, "Are you begging me to have sex with you?"

The man behind him froze, his shirt wet with tears.

Lin Qinghuan opened his mouth slowly.

"Yes."

He turned his head, his heart broken into pieces. He lifted Lin Qinghuan's chin and pinched it, looking down at her with absolute oppression. "It's only the first day of the bet, and you've already admitted defeat, Lin Qinghuan? Where are your self-righteous morals? Where are your principles?"

He was just saying it casually.

In Lin Qinghuan's eyes, these words were a threat to her.

For a man, he could still do so much. How could he be inferior to that pretty boy? Wasn't his face better than that guy's? Why? Why did Lin Qinghuan care about him so much?

"No, I'm just a rotten person!" she replied.

hehe...

He pressed Lin Qinghuan's head down, his anger filled his chest, but he had nowhere to vent it. "Get down there, and do it until I'm satisfied."

interesting.

hehe...

What should he do with Lin Qinghuan?

Lin Qinghuan hugged He Yanlang's neck, and was shocked to find that he had injuries on his back. There were several scars on his hideous back that were at least five or six centimeters long, covered with black scabs. They were recent injuries and there were bruises.

It was so shocking that her heart skipped a beat. It must have been so painful.

"You...are in pain..." She didn't finish her words.

The man held the back of her head and kissed her again, full of lust.

"I need you. I have plenty of strength."