"Brother, I won't run away..."
"Stop being like this..."
"I'm going to be tortured to death."
"Can you please let me take a breath."
Just when He Qingyu was about to bully her again, Su Mingxue showed weakness with red circles and tugged on his sleeves to beg.
Her lips were like crushed petals, and tears were falling on her porcelain face.
He Qingyu paused and lowered his eyes.
A few days ago, Su Mingxue had begged for mercy, crying and cursing, with tears in the corners of her eyes, but she bit his neck to pieces.
"Okay. Not doing it today."
He Qingyu gathered her clothes, his light blue eyes were filled with emotion, he held her in his arms and sniffed her neck gently.
The warm breath sprayed on the side of her neck, a smell that was already familiar and couldn't be more familiar. She couldn't help but want to escape.
She grasped the corner of her skirt and said:
"I want to sleep alone today."
"You really know how to push the envelope."
He Qingyu sneered, his eyes were cold, and he hugged her forcefully, wanting to sleep with her face to face.
The breaths of the two were intertwined. When Su Mingxue smelled his breath, she thought of the entanglement of the past few days. Her heart palpitated and she could not sleep.
About to turn around.
He Qingyu opened his eyes, his eyes were dark and his voice was as cold as ice.
"Sleep or not?"
"If you don't want to sleep, do something else."
With that said, He Qingyu was about to put his hand into her skirt.
Su Mingxue's chest heaved with anger, and her beautiful eyes were full of anger and disgust.
"Do you have to push me so hard?!"
"You will only make me hate you more!"
He Qingyu was stung by the disgust in her eyes, and there seemed to be a crack in his heart. Every word Su Mingxue said was like a cold wind pouring into it. It gave him chills all over.
But Su Mingxue didn't think she was hurt enough.
She said coldly:
"Forcing me like this will only make me farther and farther away from my brother."
"I used to have a brother-sister relationship with my brother, but now I hate him even more."
"Don't make me hate you."
He Qingyu's pupils shrank, pain flashed through his blue eyes, but a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He tightened his arms around her waist, forcing her to be so close to him that her eyelashes almost touched her. His breath hit her face, and she thought He Qingyu was going to kiss her.
However, He Qingyu tilted his head and caught her earlobe in his mouth, rubbing it slowly. The moist and hot temperature in his mouth made her want to curl up. But with him holding her shoulders, she had nowhere to retreat.
He Qingyu's hot breath hit her earlobes, his voice was cold,
"You don't love me now anyway."
"Might as well hate me."
"It's best to hate for the rest of your life."
Even hatred is better than her just treating him as her brother.
As an elder brother, he could not watch Su Mingxue get married and have children.
And he could only send blessings.
What he wants must be firmly in his hands.
"That's not what I want tonight."
"You forced me."
Only with this close fit of their bodies could he feel like he was still loved.
Su Mingxue was pinched by the neck, met He Qingyu's cold lips, and her skirt was slowly removed.
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Damn beast.
When Su Mingxue woke up dizzy, she couldn't help but curse softly.
She looked at the clock on the wall. It was two o'clock in the afternoon.
After she regains some energy, He Qingyu will come back at three o'clock to wash her and feed her.
Then do the unspeakable.
When she woke up again, it was two o'clock the next day.
She sighed.
This cannot go on.
As long as He Qingyu likes her.
She's just not afraid.
He Qingyu will definitely lose.
Su Mingxue held on to the wall and walked out. There was no one else here except them.
No wonder the food she ate two days ago was so terrible. It turned out to be cooked by He Qingyu himself.
She didn't want to eat, and He Qingyu was still angry.
It's obvious that my craftsmanship is too poor.
Far worse than Mo Yuan.
Naturally, the doors are all locked.
She touched the kitchen and saw four apples on the chopping board.
All cut in half.
Su Mingxue picked it up a little strangely, why should she cut four apples...
She looked at it carefully and then guessed that He Qingyu wanted to cut the apple into two identical sizes.
…………
Damn OCD.
No wonder He Qingyu is so paranoid.
She picked up the fruit knife next to her and returned to the bedroom.
When it was almost three o'clock, she pretended to cut her wrists to scare He Qingyu.
