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

In the taxi, Lin Qinghuan raised her head and tried her best to stop her tears from flowing.

Without evidence, she could do nothing and could only swallow all her grievances.

It turns out that rich people really can do whatever they want, money is omnipotent!

She went to the hotel and booked a room. Only after she entered the room did she dare to cry.

The cell phone screen lit up and Wen Yijing called. Lin Qinghuan hesitated, staring at the screen in a daze, then wiped her tears and pressed the answer button.

"Huanhuan, are you going back to the dormitory tonight?"

She tried her best to maintain her dignity and said in a relaxed tone, "No, I'm already in the hotel with my parents."

"Give our regards to uncle and auntie?"

"Ok!"

"It's alright, I'll hang up first. The main thing is that we need to make sure you're safe!"

Jian Yan beside him also spoke, "Huanhuan, please report your situation on your own initiative. Don't take a long time to reply to a message. I don't need to ask Luo Zhouran about your situation."

Yan Xia should be yelling at Jian Yan, "You're just talking nonsense, just shut up!"

Lin Qinghuan pretended to be carefree and said loudly into the phone, "Got it, Miss Jian."

The phone hangs up.

She was the only one left in the room.

After washing up, I couldn't feel sleepy, so I sat down at the table, picked up a piece of paper and a pen, and started drawing.

I had no ideas in my mind and didn't know what to draw, but my pen had already started moving.

Under the warm yellow light, her thin and slender back was hunched, the pen in her hand rubbed against the paper, she walked, and sketched.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qinghuan stopped writing and stared blankly at the figure on the paper, which had already been two-thirds completed.

She painted He Yanlang.

She is crazy.

Even someone who is extremely annoying can be created in her writing.

And I can't help it.

She was so angry that her tears fell on the paper. She picked up the drawing paper angrily and crumpled it into a ball in her hands.

The paper was crumpled into a ball. She picked it up and wanted to throw it into the trash can, but her movements froze.

Finally, he slowly unfolded the paper.

He is really handsome, as thin as a paper man. The word "stunning" is not enough to describe the beauty of his face. He is a monster, and only a monster can have a face like that.

Lin Qinghuan finished the drawing. Based on her memory alone, she could sketch out He Yanlang's appearance. She even knew that there was a small black mole under his left ear, which she had kissed.

She finally wrote a line of words on the back of the painting.

“He’s passionate about his body, I’m passionate about my heart.

He just flirted with me, and my world was turned upside down after that.”

Lin Qinghuan didn't dare to write anymore, for fear that the more he wrote, the sadder he would feel.

The phone on the table showed that it was already past 2 o'clock. I had been drawing for more than an hour without realizing it.

Lin Qinghuan got up and climbed onto the bed. People always need to sleep.

Although I'm used to it, I still have to struggle for an hour or two before I can fall asleep.

But you still have to sleep, just like eating.

...

He Yanlang got off the plane on time at four in the morning. Lin Shen picked him up and took him to the hotel where Lin Qinghuan was staying.

He was very tired and sat in the back seat rubbing his temples.

"Master, you didn't get beaten this time when you went back, did you? You didn't kneel in the ancestral hall, did you?"

Lin Shen could never understand why, among the three young masters, the second young master was the most outstanding, the best at making money, and the best looking, but the eldest young master never got beaten or knelt in the ancestral hall, while his young master and the incompetent youngest young master got beaten and knelt in the ancestral hall every day.

Could it be that the best and the most stupid are essentially the same and both deserve to be beaten?

Not only did He Yanlang not get beaten, he also saw that the money tree in the old man's study had died.

When they arrived at the hotel, Lin Shen stepped forward and gave a few brief instructions, and He Yanlang got the room card for Lin Qinghuan's room.

He went upstairs, swiped his card and walked in quietly.

The lamp on the desk was still emitting a faint light. She actually slept with the light on. He Yanlang walked closer to the desk and saw the crumpled painting at a glance.

The person in the painting was him, and He Yanlang's mouth corners unconsciously rose.

He stared at the painting for a long time before walking towards the bed with satisfaction.

He raised his hand, took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and hugged Lin Qinghuan.

Lin Qinghuan finally woke up, but felt like she was dreaming again. He Yanlang's deep voice rang in her ears again, "Huanhuan."

How affectionate.

What a irony.

She pinched the back of He Yanlang's hand hard.

The person behind him groaned in pain, "Baby, what are you doing? It hurts."

Wasn’t this a dream? It was really He Yanlang, and all sleepiness disappeared instantly.

Lin Qinghuan pushed He Yanlang away, sat up, and stared at the person who appeared on the bed at some point. "Why are you here? How did you get in?"

He Yanlang took her hand and hugged her waist. Lin Qinghuan fell down again and landed steadily in his arms. "Is it difficult?"

is it hard?

He is conceited and confident.

Just like cracking the password to her phone, it was the same tone.

is it hard?

How could it be difficult? Controlling her is like controlling an ant.

His palm touched her lower abdomen, and he asked with concern, his eyes affectionate, "Have you eaten enough? If you can't help it, you will faint in bed."

He didn't mention a word about her being kidnapped and almost sexually assaulted, as if as long as he didn't mention it, it would be as if nothing had happened.

"If I was really violated by those three people, oh, no, it was four people, and there was one, your brother, who just didn't show up, if I was violated by the four of them, would you still be able to hug me and flirt with me like you do now?"