Wen Nian was speechless for a while.
My jaw hurt instantly.
The man is the king of hell who wants to crush her jaw, and his fingers will be embedded in her flesh.
Cheng Yansheng's cold voice came to my ears: "Do you enjoy playing outside with others? Is it more enjoyable than when I was with you? No wonder you always resist, I really thought you were feeling unwell."
Immediately afterwards, she felt a cold sensation on her back, and her clothes were torn to pieces.
There was a piece of cloth hanging on Cheng Yansheng's finger.
He playfully picked it up and pulled it in front of her.
"Cheng...Yansheng, let go...well..."
Cheng Yansheng bit her hard, and regardless of resistance, his teeth lifted up her mouth.
In front of him is a man, behind him is the sky.
Wen Nian has no way forward and no way back.
Cheng Yansheng's punishment was far more than that. He picked her up by the waist, turned around and threw her into the sofa. It didn't hurt, but the heavy impact knocked her head out.
"Where can you run to?"
He was like an evil spirit from hell, with blood oozing from his eyes.
Every breath was hot, like a branding iron spraying on her face.
Wen Nian shivered in fear, and the muscles on his face trembled.
Cheng Yansheng stared at her closely.
Those sharp-jointed fingers could be seen pushing up the shirt, undoing the buttons one by one...
The shirt fell on the top of his head, covering the male body in front of Wen Nian.
She imagined the next scene in her mind, and his roughness.
The tears flowed unexpectedly, and the hot liquid vaporized her senses. Wen Nian turned over and slapped Cheng Yansheng on the left side of his face.
This slap made him stunned.
There was a "pop" sound.
It disrupted each other's breathing and even more interrupted the atmosphere.
"Wen Nian, do you want to die?"
Cheng Yansheng grabbed her neck with one hand and pulled her up, causing blue veins to appear on his wrist.
Wen Nian was in pain, and his beautiful and charming facial features were wrinkled together.
His neck and face quickly turned red from being pinched by him.
Wen Nian didn't know whether it was in pain or because he was frightened, but he honestly showed no sign of struggling or resisting.
Until he realized she was about to expire.
The fingers suddenly became loose, and the woman in front of her fell down in vain. Wen Nian's arms and legs fell heavily to the floor. She was in pain, and she burst into tears from the pain.
It took half a minute to go from pain to relief.
Cheng Yansheng said condescendingly: "Tell me, who did you sleep with?"
"Huhu..."
Wen Nian just panted without making any sound, and his face turned blue-grey.
"Don't pretend to be dead with me, I have a way to get you to talk."
Raising her head slightly, she pretended to be calm and asked: "I slept with someone, will you kill me?"
Cheng Yansheng squatted down.
His face was so gloomy that he couldn't speak, and he said with a strong and suppressed expression: "Killing you is too easy for you, I will make your life worse than death."
Wen Nian knew very well that this man never lied.
She lay on her stomach, her palms trembling from the coldness of the ground. She tried to use her waist to get up, but the pain in her legs made her unable to move.
"Say or not?"
Cheng Yansheng looked at her, sarcastically and harshly.
Wen Nian seemed to have been touched on a sensitive spot, his teeth clenched tightly, and his gaze never gave way.
He had never seen her like this.
Cheng Yansheng only gave her five seconds to think, and then he took out his mobile phone and made a call.
Instantly, she panicked.
"What are you going to do?"
"Since you refuse to tell me, I can only negotiate with the people at the casino about the debt your mother just owed..."
"Yansheng doesn't want it, I beg you."
There were an extra pair of hands on his waist, the woman's soft body was pressed against his chest, and his breath was the fragrance of her hair.
Wen Nian hugged him tightly.
Almost pleading: "I haven't slept with anyone else, really."
Her voice was pitifully soft.
But Cheng Yansheng would not cherish her at all.
He stretched out his hand and opened her fingers one by one: "It would have been better if it had been like this."
