Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Ling Yuan tilted his head slightly, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

His palms were burning, like a ball of fire burning through the skin into Ling Zhen's heart, burning him painfully.

The small fruit rolled around in the man's palm, gradually becoming mature and hard, and transformed into a deep red fruit.

Ling Yuan clenched his teeth, his body stiff as a rock.

Tang Shuya lowered his eyebrows slightly and chuckled.

"What do you think?"

The clear voice was mixed with a hint of teasing, which made Ling Yuan feel shy and irritated. She replied stubbornly: "I don't have any feelings for you!"

"is it?"

He exhaled, and the hot air fell on the side of her face.

My heartbeat accelerated violently at this moment.

Ling Zhen lowered his voice and said, "Stop it!"

The voice trembled slightly.

Tang Shuya stared at her blushing face and smiled meaningfully.

Ling Zhen couldn't bear it anymore.

It hurts, it really hurts, like being eaten by a wild beast.

It goes without saying that her neck is covered with marks left by him.

Tang Shuya stared at her, the corners of his eyes gradually turning crimson with desire, the veins on his arms bulged, and he suddenly picked her up.

Ling Zhen screamed in fright, and the next second, her lips were blocked by the man's hot lips.

She suppressed the nausea in her heart and the discomfort in her stomach, and found the right moment to bite Tang Shuya's lips hard. Tang Shuya felt pain and then let go of his mouth.

Tang Shuya wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smiled lightly, "You've learned bad habits and are now biting people. Who taught you that? Fang Xi?"

The tone of his voice was gentle and affectionate, but his eyes were filled with a sinister ferocity.

Then, the metal buckle of the belt opened with a "click" sound.

The crisp sound was infinitely amplified in the quiet air.

The man pulled out a belt from his waist and waved it. The belt drew a cold arc in the air.

Ling Zhen could hear his own increasingly frantic heartbeat, like a war drum beating violently in his chest, and his whole body was trembling.

She recalled Tang Shuya's crazy and excited look on many nights in the past, and she still felt scared when she thought about it.

Tang Shuya stared at her with his eyes, and smiled with his lips curled up. His usually gentle and elegant face revealed an indescribable evil and wantonness.

Ling Zhen raised her leg to kick the man in the chest to stop him from getting closer, but Tang Shuya anticipated her prediction and moved faster than her.

Before Ling Zhen could come to her senses, Tang Shuya pressed down on her, pinching her delicate wrist with both hands. The veins on the back of her hand were clearly visible, making her unable to move.

Ling Yuan glared at the man fiercely, his throat moved, and he spat in the man's face.

The lens on one side of the man became blurry, and water droplets slid down the frame, with a few drops falling on his chin.

Tang Shuya's expression changed for a moment, but he quickly raised the corners of his lips again.

The slender fingertips wiped away the water marks, and said pervertedly: "I just like you like this, come on, continue."

After saying that, he took off his glasses and threw them on the ground.

Without the obstruction of lenses, the pair of peach-shaped eyes appeared even deeper, and his handsome face was cold and emotionless, with a faintly dangerous aura.

But the next second, he felt a strong force on his wrist, and Ling Zhen realized belatedly that he had lost the belt on his wrist.

Her hands were tied, and her straight, white legs were spread out on the bed. Feelings of grievance, fear, and terror alternated on her pale face.

"Pervert! You're a beast in human clothing!"

As Ling Zhen spoke, Tang Shuya's hands clasped tightly around her waist.

Then he turned her over and leaned over her.

I heard his low laugh: "Aren't you well aware of my being a beast?"

His big hand pressed hard on the back of Ling Yuan's neck.

The pain came instantly.

There is no trace of pity or pity.

Ling Zhen clutched the bed sheet, buried her head in the pillow, closed her eyes in pain, bit her lower lip until it turned red, and tried not to make any sound. Tears kept falling, wetting the bed sheet.

Ling Zhen suffered both physical and mental torture.

Compared with the pain of women, primitive instincts have controlled men's brain nerves and bodies.

He half-closed his eyes and sighed, looking up without mercy...

He didn't care about Ling Zhen's reaction, the feeling of having complete control over her and manipulating her at will already pleased him to a great extent.

Ling Yuan felt that Tang Shuya was a beast that ate people without leaving any bones, and he directly tore his body and heart into two halves.

Her consciousness was floating in and out, and every time she was about to faint, the pain in her flesh would pull her soul back. Every moment seemed like torture, as if time was stretched and became extremely slow.