. It was as if an evil spirit had possessed her. Even more terrifying was that she made such a strange appearance but didn't make a single sound, it was even more frightening than the most wicked witc..."
Mmm... Mmm...
"
She mumbled and hummed under her breath, her expression so intense that he finally loosened his grip on her lips. She gasped deeply, a choked sob escaping her.
"Hurry…let me…down…my hand…it's broken…it's broken…"
"Not so fragile, are you" he sneered coldly. As if deliberately provoking her, he propped his hands on either side of her head against the wall, his lower body slamming against hers repeatedly. He wouldn't even bother to support her with his own hands!
She was so angry her heart ached!
The pain in my wrist was getting worse. He kept hitting it and pressing against it, and all his weight was being supported by my hands that were hanging up. You can only imagine how much they were suffering.
"Ouch..."
She cried!
This man's heart was cold, he didn't care about her tears or pleas at all. He went his own way and seemed even pleased to see her suffering.
Her hands clenched tightly, the muscles in her inner elbow tensing along with them. After a moment's pause, she took a deep breath and helplessly pressed her legs against him, rubbing against his waist.
His eyes flickered, the muscles in his legs immediately tightening and hardening from the stimulation, but he still worked silently and diligently!
By the time her legs finally wrapped around his strong waist, she was panting heavily. This seemed to stimulate him even more. His movements became wilder and more forceful, as if he wanted to pierce through her.
She let out a small hum, her spirit somewhat subdued. Her soft legs had truly reached their limit. She gritted her teeth and strained to lean closer, pouting her crimson lips, which still held a slight trace of blood, and pressed them against his face.
He raised an eyebrow, and his hip bumped hers hard.
"Ah—"
She hummed softly, her chest heaving with each breath.
But she still puckered her crimson lips, rubbing them against his with some difficulty before finally kissing him—a kiss that was met by lips that were usually cold but now seemed warm.
"Rong Ling..."
She pressed against his lips, softly humming, "Let me...haah...down, hmm...I...want to...hug..." ah.
She gasped again from the impact, gritting her teeth to finish the sentence. “Hold you…”
"Hmm... want... a hug... from you..."
Tender lips, slightly parted, lightly kissed his. The soft touch, floral tenderness, and honey-like sweetness left him slightly dazed.
The man's face flushed slightly.
She pressed her lips to his with great effort, letting out soft moans as her hot breath seemed to pour into him, washing over his heart.
His fingers twitched, convulsing slightly. But in the end, they only moved so much. A little while later, his palms turned into fists and he pounded heavily against the wall, pressing himself against it with all his might, refusing to budge.
"No, having you in my arms is enough!"
The man let out a ruthless sneer, using his refined mouth to speak vulgar words. Then he opened his lips and seized the delicacy that was presented before him. His greedy tongue plunged into her small mouth, sweeping it heavily. He teased and played with it, brutally bullying her little tongue.
She widened her eyes in alarm, feeling utterly helpless.
Four years have passed, and this man has become even more difficult to deal with. She's running out of strength, and if he doesn't let her go soon, she'll go mad. The torment from both above and below is something no human can endure.
Pleading, it's useless!
He cried out in pain, but he didn't show any pity or tenderness!
Want to seduce, but it seems like it's no longer effective.
This man is like a brute who doesn't know how to be romantic, he just knows how to be rough. Oh. No, maybe he really does understand romance, hanging her up and doing this to her!
Damn it!
Damn it!
She muttered under her breath.
Her hand was definitely broken from the constriction, her legs gave way again, and she was about to fall. She knew all too well what would happen if she fell. Then, she would be like a dried fish, hanging in mid-air, tormented by him.
My God!
She was so angry she could spit nails!
Oh... blood!
She gasped softly, her bottom retreating slightly, a flash of insight in her eyes, and then cried out with a sudden, earth-shattering bellow.
"Bleeding... sniffle... Rong Ling... out... bleeding... hand... bleeding..."
She cried, tears streaming down her face, looking at Rong Ling!
As expected, the man's swaying figure paused abruptly. His brows furrowed tightly, his dark eyes glancing upward. A slight flush painted his handsome face, a testament to his struggle against overwhelming desire.
She took this opportunity to catch her breath, and feigned a terrified cry. "I'm bleeding! My right hand, it must be broken skin, woo woo... It hurts so much, Rong Ling, it hurts so much..."
Rong Ling's heart tightened. Something suddenly flashed in his mind: right hand... knife wound... scar... couldn't lift heavy objects... fragile... meridians...
He grabbed her buttocks suddenly, lifting them upwards so that her hands weren't dangling from the belt.
She was delighted, but she still cried and shouted. "It's bleeding... sniffle... it's bleeding..."
Transparent tears, wetly clinging to her face, were so pitiful, so heart-wrenching, they almost shattered one's very soul!
He hung his head, glaring at her meaningfully. It was hard to see where the belt had bound her, but her smooth arms were completely clean, not a drop of blood. Had she bled He was doubtful!
She was a little ashamed, but she still pouted and cried and whimpered, "It hurts... It's bleeding... I'm not lying... It's all wet..."
It was a serious matter, but it fell on his ears and made him feel hot. His direct reaction was that something happened in the area below his waist. She was full of surprise and astonishment, staring at this man. Because she was too surprised, she forgot to act as if she was crying, and tears hung on her eyelids, about to fall but not falling, looking extra piercing and revealing a hint of conspiracy.
Even though the man reached out and touched the belt, he still used his lower body and waist muscles to hold her tightly against him so she wouldn't fall. His ten fingers danced as he quickly unbuckled the belt. When he finally saw the belt undone, revealing a wrist that was red and purple from being tightened, with just a few tiny scrapes but no blood at all, his face turned green!
He said that his methods of tying people up had never failed, were safe and reliable, and posed virtually no danger. He was considered top-notch back in the team, so how could he end up on her hands and get injured
He was furious, a wave of anger coursing through him! This woman who loved to lie, for so many years, her mouth had always been used to deceive people. He was such a fool to fall for it again.
His eyes darkened, and a terrifying thought to destroy this woman surged in his heart!
And she, upon seeing his countenance change so drastically, immediately slipped up and with her snowy arms, like a nimble white snake, soft and alluringly caressed his neck, tightly embracing him. Her nearly nude form also leaned closer to his, her voice choked with unshed tears, she sobbed, "I really hurt, it hurts so much, I thought I was bleeding, truly, truly I thought I was bleeding...sopping wet, I'm just afraid..."
He reached out with his big hand, about to pull the deceitful little goblin off of him.
And she twisted her little butt, burying her lovely face on his shoulder with coquettish whimpers, "Rong Ling, hug me, hold me tight, I miss you, I miss you... It hurts... I hurt... I miss you..."
Where does it hurt! Your hand Or is it heartache! Or is your heart aching because you miss him!
His large hand gripped her slender waist, and as he heard her sobbing voice murmuring "I miss you," over and over again, his grip loosened. He couldn't bring himself to truly hurt this damned woman, so he pulled her off him. Her hands now free, she clung to him like an octopus, her soft chest brushing against his repeatedly, causing him to gasp for breath. Her little behind kept wriggling, driving his desires into a frenzy.
He let out a muffled roar, gritted his teeth angrily, and with both hands clamped onto her slender waist, he pressed her back against the cold wall, moving frantically.
She let out a cold, stifled hum, but she also knew when to stop. She couldn't push this man too far. Immediately, she furrowed her brows, gritting her teeth against the pain in her hands, waist, and legs as she clung tightly to him. Her long, narrow, and alluring eyes narrowed slightly as she let out a soft moan. Sometimes, when he pushed hard against her, she couldn't help but cry out. And he seemed encouraged, growing even more forceful, tossing her around relentlessly...
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"Whew—"
She slumped to the ground, her body as limp as a broken doll. Her mouth opened and closed in gasps, like a fish out of water. Exhausted, aching, and starving, she could barely keep her eyes open, no longer caring what that freakishly perfect man was doing. She just breathed, clinging to that moment, wishing with all her might that she could just fall asleep.
She lay on the ground, and if you ignored the marks of lovemaking left by a man on her body, her skin was as delicate as a baby's, radiating a faint silver-like light, as if she truly possessed some kind of ethereal charm.
The man sat on the sofa, naked as the day he was born, not feeling at all out of place. He didn't even think about covering himself up. He looked bold and arrogant, like a king in his own right. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter, then tossed aside his ten-thousand-dollar, handcrafted Italian trousers like they were rags. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it with the lighter, and the ethereal flame danced like a greedy little sprite, biting onto the tip of the cigarette. Then, red sparks, like fine sand, flickered to life. He flicked the cigarette box and the lighter aside, took a long drag from the cigarette, and then lazily leaned back on the sofa. He was truly damned captivating.
A wisp of smoke drifted from his lips, rising slowly and highlighting his chiseled features, as well as his deep, ocean-like black eyes that seemed to hold the darkness of night. He appeared almost otherworldly.
"Cough cough cough..."
A faint scent of smoke, barely perceptible, drifted into her nose. She smelled it, frowned slightly, and began to cough sensitively. Her small frame, already curled up against the coldness of the floor, resembled an insecure infant even more so. With this cough, her delicate body trembled, adding a touch of fragility to its graceful lines.
That cruel man, he was truly heartless and didn't know how to cherish a delicate flower. He just left her lying on the floor, not even bothering to help her up or carry her to bed. She grumbled in her heart, coughing from time to time. Her figure was certainly not voluptuous. Curled up like that, the two dimples on her back stood out prominently on her shoulders, as if they were about to take flight.
He gave her a cold glance, utterly unmoved. His elegant fingers held a slender cigarette, exuding an air of nobility.
And she, like a concubine who had been ravaged by the noble son and lost all her worth, no matter how unwell her body was, couldn't stir even a shred of feeling in that cold and aloof heart of his.
"Cough cough cough..."
She pretended to cough because she disliked the smell of smoke, but perhaps she was truly tired. The fake coughs turned into small ones, then into large ones. Suddenly, they became violent, her delicate body trembling, as white and pale as if a massive wave had suddenly surged over, highlighting the bruises he had inflicted upon her, making her appear rather terrifying.
He furrowed his brows, his gloomy and icy gaze falling upon her once more.
Her face was flushed a crimson that wasn't quite normal. Her poor little mouth, bitten until it was bloody and bruised, coughed so violently, it felt like she was coughing up blood.
It's so blinding!
The man held the cigarette in his hand, sometimes staring at the woman lying on the ground, and sometimes at his own cigarette. Just like that, watching the last bit of cigarette burn itself out in mid-air, he realized it when it was almost gone. Instinctively, he cursed in his heart, clenched his fingers tightly, and crushed the cigarette into the ashtray with all his might.
He stood up, walked to the woman's face, looked down at her condescendingly, and commanded in a low voice.
"Get up!"
Her cough subsided, but her throat began to feel sore. She remained silent.
He lifted his leg and kicked her with his foot.
"Stand up!" it seemed, squatting down to help her was like lowering his status.
She still squinted her eyes, her dark lashes drooping like they were tired, casting a faint shadow under her eyes that made people feel sorry for her. Her bright red lips trembled with every cough, looking pitiful. Her body was curled up, so small, seemingly not even half his size. He vaguely felt that if he slapped her with his palm, he could crush her completely.
"Get up!" A gleam of malice flashed in his eyes, and he kicked her with a heavy shove.
She was too tired to speak, her throat scratchy and sore. She couldn't bear it anymore. So she reached out and gave him a gentle push, signaling him to stop bothering her.
He stared at her tiny arm, so thin and frail it looked like it could be broken with one hand. He raised his leg and tried to touch her arm with his foot, pressing down on it.
"Hmm…" she hummed softly, her lips turning down in a pout as she further huddled herself into a ball.
He blinked, withdrew his leg. He stood there calmly for a long time, staring at her. Watching her remain still and seemingly asleep, he couldn't quite decipher the feelings churning within him!
"Stupid woman!"
Muttering under his breath, he finally condescended to stoop down and scooped her up from the ground, pulling her into his arms as he made his way towards the big bed.
In his arms, the little woman who had finally won the victory pressed her small face against his warm chest and smiled sweetly. The smile vanished in a flash because she couldn't let this man discover it; otherwise, he'd probably get angry! But this man was bad; in the end, he just threw her on the bed like an object. Luckily, the bed was soft, or else she would have definitely hurt herself.
She pursed her lips, somewhat displeased. But she was too tired to even open her eyes. Like a little worm, she wriggled and rubbed against the soft sheets beneath her, slowly crawling until she reached the pillow. Leaning against it, she let out a sigh of relief. Then, she stretched out her arm and groped around blindly on the bed with her hand, feeling for the blanket.
From top to bottom, from left to right, touching it, she couldn't help but frown.
Where's the blanket!
Remember, it's about around here!
Helplessly, she finally lazily lifted her eyelids. This time, a mouthful of anger again welled up in her chest, burning hot.
That blanket, he didn't know when that tyrant had held it in his arms. He just held the blanket like that, watching her look for it like an idiot, but not a word came out of him, clearly on purpose.
She licked her slightly dry lips, thinking to herself, "A good woman doesn't fight with a man." So, she rubbed and rubbed, like a worm, rubbing past him. She reached out and tugged at the blanket. She expected that with one pull, the blanket would obediently slide down, but no matter how hard she tugged, it wouldn't budge!
Now she understands, this man was waiting for her here again!
She rolled her eyes impatiently, snorted, and retracted her hand. She thought to herself, "So what if she doesn't get the blanket Let her be cold! She can tough it out."
After a while, a soft blanket floated down and covered her body. In her hazy state, she hummed softly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she mumbled to herself, "This man isn't bad." But the next moment, heavy hands slammed onto her bare buttocks with a resounding "Slap!"
She frowned, for the drowsiness made her reflexes dulled compared to usual.
Then, “crack—crack—crack!” three blows landed on her buttocks, each one heavier than the last. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. If she fell asleep again, she'd be a dead woman!
She widened her eyes in shock, she twisted her hips, but it was still no use. She got slapped again!
“Rong Ling——” She screamed, shame burning her to death. She had thought this man was so kind, that he would have done anything for her, and yet he tore her apart, exposed every flaw. She thought he’d at least stop. But this devil…this devil… how could he do this Even though she had taken many beatings, nothing like being spanked like a child had happened to her in years!
Shameful, too shameful!
She was furious, biting back the pain in her whole body as she tried to get up. But this man moved swiftly, lifting the blanket and smothering her completely under it. The blanket that had just been warm and comforting in her eyes now became this man's biggest weapon. He pressed down on the tangled sheets with one hand, pinning her underneath them, forcing her to lie face down, unable to move. No matter how she struggled, her body twisting like a leaf in the wind, she couldn't break free from the suffocating blanket. And his hateful big hand slapped repeatedly against her buttocks, adding insult to injury!
Where on earth!
She could just imagine how ridiculous she must look right now without even needing to look. She had exposed her whole bottom, a cute little butt sticking out there like it was begging to be taken advantage of!
But she's a grown woman, not a child anymore! And, and, she's even a mother herself! How could he possibly discipline her the same way he does Youyou!
"Rong Ling…" she hissed from under the covers, her voice already hoarse from their encounter and now rough as gravel. "You bastard...let go of me...bastard..."
Her little butt was twisting and turning, swaying back and forth, but the slaps landing on her rear end were unusually precise. No matter how she tried to dodge, that fiery palm would always find its mark, hitting both sides evenly, neither favoring one side over the other.
"Let me die..." she whimpered miserably under the covers. It wasn't that his slap hurt much, it was naturally lighter than hitting a board, but the feeling of being humiliated multiplied tenfold!
"Damn it... Damn it..." she muttered angrily instead.
Suddenly, her legs were pulled apart. Her hair stood on end and her body tensed as, sure enough, the pervert slammed into her .
"Rongling—"
That scream of madness nearly ripped the ceiling off!
This man is crazy!
That's too much!
The man, however, seemed oblivious. He stared at the red and swollen buttocks that had been beaten, his eyes narrowed, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He pumped in and out with renewed vigor.
"Uh..."
She cried out in pain, her body thrashing like a fish on a chopping board. He, wielding the wicked knife, paid no heed to the fish's agony and struggles, consumed by his own pleasure and delight, driving it deep into its flesh again and again!
He found her lying like that unsatisfactory, flat and uninteresting. Not to his liking at all. He bent over, reaching for a soft pillow, then lifted her weak and boneless waist and placed the pillow underneath her. This gave her a chance to catch her breath. The blanket covering her didn't feel so heavy anymore. She gasped deeply, finally managing to throw it off. Then she propped herself up with her hands, like an octopus, scrambling awkwardly out of bed with her butt in the air.
The man narrowed his eyes, staring at the glistening buttocks and the alluringly white, slender legs. He snorted from his nose, then lunged forward, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, pinning her beneath him.
“Still have the energy to run! You’re really spirited! I underestimated you!” He squeezed her slender waist ominously, dragging her toward the center of the bed. She resisted, unwillingly, clutching the edge of the bed with both hands and shouting desperately: “No, I’ll be killed, stop it…”
She was so anxious that her legs twitched forward desperately. Her pretty little backside, flushed red from his slap just now, looked like a plump peach. He squinted, lowered his head, and bit her butt hard.
"Ah—" she screamed, suddenly straightening her slender back. Turning around, she glared at him with murderous eyes. "Am I a steamed bun Is this how you treat me Were you reincarnated as a hungry ghost…"
The raspy voice sounded rather desolate!
"Well, aren't I a demon then Just eating you!" He snorted, seeing her rear end sway in front of him. He wasn't going to take it anymore. This woman always acted so self-important, wouldn't drink when offered wine but insisted on the penalty. Fine, that's how it would be! Thinking this, he once again charged into the room angrily.
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“Hmm—” She trembled with the stimulation, her legs going straight.
"
"Get out, get out quickly..." She whimpered hoarsely, her hips bucking harder, struggling frantically, only to be bitten tighter by the man.
"Do you want to bite me to death!" He growled angrily, "Slap!" With a flick of his big hand, he slapped that peach-like sweet and tender ass again.
She was so angry her face flushed, her mind racing to find the right words to retort. Though she couldn't match him physically, she had to win this battle with words. But this man, who had always been reserved, had changed in these four years. He seemed possessed, bumping into her and teasing her with humiliating comments.
"You're biting down really hard, you're almost killing me! Relax a bit, please don't bite me too badly, if you bite me too badly, who will feed you later..."
……
"Little one, are you starving Look at that greedy little mouth, I'll definitely feed you well from now on..."
……
"Come on, lift your butt up a little more so I can feed you..."
“Shut up!” she yelled in a muffled voice, her face flushed red. She instantly fell silent and stopped struggling! She was utterly ashamed.
This dead man, where did he learn these nonsensical words He's really daring to say them out loud, shamelessly! She wouldn't have the audacity to confront this man on this matter. Think about it, a good woman doesn't suffer immediate losses. She could only bite her lip, enduring the flush of embarrassment that surged through her body, as he forcefully dragged her, lifting her buttocks to accommodate him, lying on her stomach with her head buried in the sheets, humming softly.
Finally, drenched in sweat, she was free. She lay there like a soggy chicken just pulled from boiling water. Her eyelids wouldn't open; she was exhausted. She had no energy left to curse the man; her throat felt like it was on fire, and she was parched, but she wasn't going to get any water.
I'm so tired, I don't even want to move. All I want is to take a good nap and not think about anything, not have to worry about anything.
She really fell asleep, but only for a short while.
But before long, she was roughly pushed awake.
"Get out..."
She mumbled through a dry throat, pushing away the annoying creature with disgust. But that strong arm remained, stubbornly clinging to her, pushing her, not letting her sleep. She pushed several times, unable to break free, she could only give up. Even if someone was pushing her, she planned to just fall asleep right there.
Suddenly, a hand clamped down on her nose with cruel force, followed by another hand covering her mouth. She wasn't superhuman and couldn't hold her breath forever. After a moment of struggle, she was abruptly woken up by the suffocation. The two hands were incredibly strong, holding her fast. Her eyes flew open in terror as she desperately tried to make sense of what was happening.
Then, both hands released. And she saw clearly—
The scoundrel, with a casual flick of his wrist, withdrew his hand and gazed at him coldly. His languid voice held a devil-may-care tone.
"No sleep!" It's still an order!
Her mind went a bit haywire, and she felt instantly angry.
"I'm tired!" Her voice was hoarse, like gravel grinding against stone, but she still felt the need to explain herself to this man.
"No sleeping!" The man didn't ask any reasons, there was only one command: don't let her sleep. He was the emperor, he was the damn ruler, issuing commands from his high throne and not caring about the lives of those below.
Lin Meng snorted disdainfully and didn't intend to argue with him. It would be a waste of her time. She reached out and covered her nose and mouth with both hands, just in case the man tried to interfere again. He could do whatever he wanted; she didn't have time for this!
She just wants to sleep. What can he do about it!
With a slight squint, she drifted back to sleep.
A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes. With a stretch of his hand, he went straight to pull at her hands. Poor thing, she still had to muster the strength to fight his hand, not letting him pry it open. But after several battles just now, she had been tortured half to death by this freakishly strong man, her body was weak and drained. Where did she have the energy to fight him The final result was unsurprisingly predictable - she lost, and then she had to open her eyes.
The man was satisfied, but said nothing. He just sat there, staring at her coldly. No one knew what he was thinking, no one knew why he insisted so stubbornly on making her open her eyes.
"I'm tired, let me sleep first, please!" She had to lower herself and plead softly.
The man didn't say a word. But once she closed her eyes, he would rudely wake her up. After several times, Lin Meng was certain that this man just wouldn't let her have a good time! She was furious, burning with anger inside and out.
“I need a bath!” she hissed, then regardless of his attitude, struggled to get out of bed, swaying precariously as she made her way to the small bathroom attached. According to her plan, if the man wouldn't let her sleep, she’d find somewhere else to sleep. As long as she was out of his sight, what could he do The bathroom was meager, but it did have a bathtub. She could manage with a hot bath and pretend it was a treat.
She sure knows how to play her cards right, but who is Rong Ling anyway His eyes were cold and piercing, staring straight at her without letting her escape his gaze. She walked, and he followed, taking slow, deliberate steps behind her. With long, slender legs, he moved gracefully, his footsteps light, barely making a sound, like a jungle cat stalking its prey, radiating danger. Looking at him like this, you wouldn't even guess that he had just gone through several intense workouts that burned a lot of calories.
A woman, exhausted, famished, and weary to the bone, her mind had long since shut down. But a glimmer of what she thought was a brilliant solution flickered in her heart, leading her blindly to the bathroom, completely oblivious to the danger stalking behind her – a leopard, you see, and one in heat!
She entered the bathroom, stretching out her weary hand to close and lock the door. Just as she was about to shut it halfway, it was blocked. She strained to open her half-closed eyes, looking back over her shoulder at the floor, wondering if something had caught on the door frame. Then, instead of seeing an obstacle that could have blocked the door frame, she saw two men's big feet.
She narrowed her eyes. Her short-circuited brain, as if struck by a powerful electrical current, jolted amidst sparks and reignited.
She suddenly looked up and glared at Rong Ling.
The man swaggered forward, pushing her back several steps. Then he casually closed the door behind him and leaned against it, lazily watching her with his cold eyes.
She was about to collapse, she was about to cry.
"Aren't you busy!" Though she smiled, it was a smile worse than crying.
The man snorted. "My business, need you to worry about it!"
She wisely kept quiet, her shoulders slumped as she moved further into the room and began filling the bathtub. She had already been seen through, devoured by this man, and she was simply too exhausted to care. Even now, as she stood naked before him, she had forgotten any shyness.
After squeezing a few drops of perfume into the bathroom, she turned on the showerhead, wet her body, and then haphazardly applied soap all over herself. As she rubbed it in, her eyelids grew heavy. Her head felt like a chick pecking at grain, each little tap sending a jolt through her. At first, her hands moved unconsciously, then started to graze lightly, finally settling still against her chest.
She stood there, leaning against the bathroom wall tiles, completely still. The bath gel she had just applied to her upper body hadn't even fully lathered; the fine white foam resembled clouds, slowly cascading down, looking both enticing and pitiful. Half of her body was pressed against the tiles, half her face pressed against them as well. She didn't mind the coolness of the tile, leaning against it with her eyes closed. Her lips, ravaged and flushed, were slightly parted as she breathed, a comical and almost foolish expression on her face.
He can even fall asleep just standing up, he must be exhausted.
The man raised an eyebrow, walked over, and roughly reached out to pinch her little face, trying to wake her up. She mumbled something, gaping like a fool with her mouth open, leaning even further against the tiles. His eyes turned cold, his long arm stretched out, and he pulled her from the wall. She slumped softly into his arms. He pushed her, but she remained unconscious. He even let go of her, intending to let her fall flat on her face and see if that would wake her up, to see if she would still pretend! But unexpectedly, after he let go, she foolishly tipped to the side. He hastily reached out and grabbed her, preventing her from truly hitting the tiles.
"Humph!"
He let out a huff and, with a flick of his hand, slapped her soft bottom without any hesitation. And just like that, she was out cold!
"Get dressed!" he muttered darkly.
Reach out and gently embrace her. Run your hand over her body, up and down, quickly applying the bath gel, rubbing and kneading it in. Then turn on the showerhead again, letting the hot water wash over her. Once finished, lift her into the bathtub and let her slowly sink down, lying comfortably inside.
She seemed oblivious, her little face serene, as if she had fallen asleep.
While he was tending to his own body, his eyes kept circling around her. The clear water surface of the bathtub couldn't hide anything at all, completely revealing her curvaceous and alluring figure. As he looked on, lustful thoughts began to cloud his mind. After quickly finishing his shower, he got out of the tub, scooped her up, and let her lean limply against the side of the tub. From behind, he roughly took her once.
She wasn't dead. The movements were so intense, and they kept going and going until this evil man forcibly pulled her from her warm dreams. Humming and grumbling, she had no idea what was happening. He tossed her around mercilessly. Her body, battered and aching, instinctively forgot the pain in the throes of pleasure. He reignited her passion, and then her brain began to mush like pudding, while her body started swaying back and forth according to his will...
In a daze, it began, and in a daze, it ended. She didn't know how long it had lasted, all she knew was that she could sleep now. When she was laid down on the soft bed, only four words flashed through her mind — Hallelujah!
Darkness before my eyes, the abyss of slumber awaits!
She woke up because she was starving! The earth-shattering gurgling sound was almost unbelievable. She listened to it herself, and her face turned bright red in an instant.
It's so embarrassing!
Because, a man was lying behind her, like an octopus, trapping her. His large hand was also resting on her belly. She felt the empty city plan she had concocted in her stomach sounded like a drum echoing across the horizon, so grand and imposing that the man behind her couldn't possibly be oblivious!
She shrank back, and sure enough the man behind her moved, feeling him stiffen slightly before he leaned in, pressing a light kiss to her cheek.
“Hungry!” It carried a tenderness in its tone.
Her ears began to blush, she was touched at this moment, and softly replied with an "um".
But he suddenly became devilishly charming, biting her cute ear fiercely. "Want me to feed you!"
As he spoke, his body straightened abruptly.
Her eyes widened in shock, finally realizing something was wrong. As the man moved, the swelling sensation below became crystal clear in her mind. Oh my God! That man's thing, how was it still inside her! No wonder she felt uncomfortable down there when she woke up.
This... this damn man, he... he's done everything, why isn't he leaving yet!
"Get out!" She slept for a while, regained some energy, and began acting like a ferocious little cat, pushing him away with all her might, following close behind as she went.
She said she was hungry, but it wasn't the kind of "hungry" you might think. That wicked man was deliberately twisting her words.
As soon as she moved, things got intense. Something immediately ignited. She could feel it clearly: the man's desire rekindled, his eyes burning with a predatory gaze.
"Glug—"
My stomach growled loudly again!
Such a situation is beyond strange!
"Let go..."
She crawled out, but the man followed her like a shadow, pressing her down. The thing beneath them followed suit, moving in with one swift thrust. Lin Meng felt a mixture of shame, fear, anger, and confusion.
"Gurgling—gurgling—gurgling—"
The rumbling of my stomach sounded like a sudden downpour, quick and intense!
Her face flushed visibly once again.
"I'm hungry..." She whimpered pitifully, then immediately reacted, realizing she couldn't give this seductive man the wrong impression. She quickly added, "I mean my stomach is growling. I want to eat something, rice, noodles, stir-fries, anything!"
The man smiled coldly and wickedly. "I'm hungry too!"
Then, for the first time in almost four years, he showed a surprising generosity. He took his hands off her, got out of bed, picked up the phone, and called customer service to order dinner.
Lin Meng heard that there would be hot food ready soon, and her stomach rumbled even louder. She immediately covered her stomach with her hand in embarrassment, and then clumsily realized she was completely naked! In a hurry, she jumped out of bed and ran to the closet to get dressed. Behind her, a huge shadow immediately followed, and then a man's large hand reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back.
"I'm going to get dressed, someone will be here soon!" she mumbled with a laugh, feeling her actions were perfectly reasonable.
And he, with a sweep of his hand, reached around her smooth waist and pulled her back.
"No clothes allowed, just like this, this is perfect!"
Saying that, he closed the closet door right in front of her.
She widened her eyes in disbelief. This man wanted to be an exhibitionist, that was his business, why did he have to drag her into it! And besides, he was a man, what did it matter if he exposed himself But she was a woman! If people saw her, it would be a huge disadvantage!
She warned him, "Don't forget to put on some clothes. They're bringing food over soon and you don't want to be caught naked!"
If this man dared to answer "it doesn't matter" and let her be seen by others, she would immediately slam the door and leave, and never speak to him again.
Well, the man frowned, his voice a little cold. "Someone's here, you get in bed and stay under the covers, don't come out!"
From his tone, you can tell he's not willing to let her slip up and reveal herself!
But she wasn't a free spirit!
Being pressed on the bed and moaning, naked, that was a special situation, but what about now She didn't have the face for this!
"Let me put on some clothes!" she turned, feeling awkward and embarrassed. She pleaded softly, "I don't feel comfortable, and it's chilly!"
"With air conditioning, you can adjust the temperature yourself!"
She pouted and glared at him resentfully.
He was aroused by her eyes, which even in their natural state held a hint of allure. Once touched by desire, they burned with an intoxicating fire that set his soul ablaze. He impulsively pulled her closer and carried her to the bed, then pressed down on top of her with his imposing frame.
"Ugh!" She rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. The embarrassing gurgling sound coming from her stomach just made it worse. "Seriously You're still not letting me go, even like this!"
“What!” He raised an eyebrow, not politely refuting. His big hand followed down, landing on the soft spot between her legs. “You’re hungry What does that have to do with noodles! Or are you saying your stomach is hungry, and so is that little mouth of yours downstairs!”
She trembled sensitively, looking at that increasingly handsome face of fury and resentment, she didn't know what to do! This malicious and somewhat domineering kind of oppression was something she had never seen four years ago!
"Feed me"
He said, bending down a finger and pressing it in hard.
"Ugh—"
She gasped, her fine eyebrows furrowing in pain. It wasn't so bad when she didn't move, but any movement sent a sharp jolt through her. She had felt it while walking just moments ago. Now that he inserted his fingers, the pain intensified. This man was so rough and careless, acting entirely on impulse. He would surely make things worse down there!
"Ouch!" she hissed, reaching out and shoving him hard.
"It's fine, still usable!" He shamelessly blurted out those words again.
Her nose tingled with a mixture of emotions. How could this man be so cold From the moment he entered the room, everything about him screamed indifference, even a hint of pleasure in her suffering. Was he simply playing with her now! Or was this his way of humiliating and venting his anger
Suddenly, she felt lost and uncertain about the decisions she had made before.
The man didn't know what she was thinking. He lay on top of her, kissing and biting her. Her soft body, previously marked by their lovemaking, bore many traces: numerous kiss marks, bite marks, and fingernail scratches. Flipping her over would reveal the skin abrasions left from when she was hung on the wall. All in all, her body had lost some of its beauty. But it seemed to be perfect in the man's eyes, still possessing an irresistible allure that defied words. He narrowed his obsidian eyes, like a greedy beast, kissing the untouched parts of her body. It seemed that with every new mark he left, he could tear away another piece of her soul from within this vessel.
She hummed softly, her body tingling with a mix of itchiness, pain, numbness, and a strange deliciousness from being bitten by this man. Reaching out, her pale fingers brushed his forehead, sinking into his hair and gently stroking it before she murmured playfully, a hint of complaint in her voice.
"Rong Ling, are you a dog!"
Just like playful banter between lovers, but it caused the man's face to change drastically. He suddenly straightened his back and angrily swatted away Lin Meng's tender hand with a menacing growl, his face dark and grim, as if carved from stone, he roared.
"Why come back!"
The accusation is very heavy!
She froze, her heart slowly tightening. She thought that he… he would still be happy she was back, even if he hated her. At first, his demeanor showed he wanted to tear her apart. But he got her, and she obediently cooperated. She thought this should have improved something, changed something. But his current breath…
Don't you want her to come back
She lowered her eyes, drew back her hand to her side, and quietly clenched it into a fist!
Could it be her wishful thinking again!
The man, like a dragon whose scales had been touched, suddenly pushed her away and jumped off the bed with a burst of speed, as if being in her presence was an unbearable burden.
Suddenly, her body was no longer warm. The scent of the man that had lingered around her nose vanished as well. Lying listlessly on the bed, she felt a hollowness in her heart.
Watching the man's departing figure, even without clothes, his proud and noble body was hard to hide. She thought for a moment, sighed silently, smiled as if letting it go, pulled the blanket over herself.
It's actually good that this man took the initiative to leave her now, giving her a chance to rest and get away from all the drama.
If she were not attached to him, what could possibly bring her down, destroy her!
She curled up, placing her hands on her small belly and pressing down tightly on the sunken stomach, hoping that it would quiet the rumbling noises coming from within.
The man sat back down on the sofa, his face grim and slightly bowed. No one knew what he was thinking.
Soon after, the pre-ordered dinner arrived efficiently. Rong Ling went to the bathroom, picked up a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and then opened the door. He sent the delivery staff away at the door, closed the door, and pushed the food cart in himself.
The aroma of food, which couldn't be contained by the lids on the trays in the dining car, wafted subtly through the air. Lin Meng jolted upright from her bed, her large, dark eyes sparkling with childlike excitement; even her delicate features radiated a pure and innocent charm!
She licked her lips, swallowed nervously, and felt even more ravenously hungry. She stared fixedly at the food cart, hoping Rong Ling would push it over to her. But the wheels whirred and turned, finally stopping by the sofa. Rong Ling sat down with a grunt, lifting the lids one by one and started eating on his own.
Be careful!
She muttered under her breath, grabbed the quilt and threw it over herself as she got out of bed. She saw that the fluffy blanket had ridiculously wrapped her up like a giant, chubby doll. Unaware, she strode briskly towards the dining car. Before she even sat down, she extended her tender green fingers towards a piece of steamed pork.
"Bang—"
A large hand suddenly shot out and slapped her on the back of the hand.
"What are you doing" She glared at Rong Ling, her voice displeased.
Reach out and grab some steamed pork again.
"Bang!"
Her back of her hand was hit again. Twice in a row, the fair skin on her back of her hand immediately turned red.
“Rong Ling!” she glared at him, her face flushed with anger. “What do you want!”
She was so angry her eyes were almost popping out of her head.
Rong Ling chewed slowly, finishing his food before letting out a childish hum. "You're not allowed to eat!"
Lin Meng was furious, finally pushed to the limit by this man who was both demonic and childish. Every hair on his body stood on end in anger.
"Rong Ling, don't be childish!"
Her voice turned cold, her fair skin suddenly taut, the tenderness gone.
Rong Ling didn't speak, he just quietly ate there.
Lin Meng's eyes instantly reddened, almost tears welling up. She was an adult now, yet she had been humiliated like a child by this man. She felt deeply hurt. The most vivid memory she had was from when she was young. Like most children, she had a sweet tooth, and whenever there was delicious food at home, her eyes would light up with longing. But the moment she reached out, her older siblings would snatch the food away or encircle it with their hands, glaring at her with fierce expressions as they uttered those menacing words - "Don't you dare eat!"
Not allowed -
Because she wasn't a legal resident of that household, she was often ordered "No!"
Unexpectedly, one day while eating, I relived this lesson from this man!
She sniffed, feeling that she couldn't be as fragile as a child, easily brought to tears by such a blow. Turning around, she proudly lifted her chin, letting the shameful rumbling in her stomach roar like thunder. She still walked away from the food cart.
Behind him, Rong Ling no longer ate. His cold eyes fixed on her, then he saw her come to the bedside, sit down, and pick up the receiver.
Before she could even speak, he seemed to know her intentions and said, “Don’t waste your effort, the kitchen won’t be sending any more food over.”
She suddenly frowned, becoming even more displeased.
"What did you do!"
He smiled coldly. "Whatever you're thinking right now, that's what I'll do!"
She laughed mockingly. “This Tongzhou Grand Hotel seems to be a five-star establishment, yet it treats its guests with such disregard!”
She doesn't believe it!
Then, the phone was answered, and she requested a delivery, but — it was refused.
"Why!" she exclaimed.
She just said "sorry" and hung up the phone. That ringing sound, it's infuriating!
In the blink of an eye, she thought to herself, what kind of man was the one who shared a room with her! It seemed that over the past four years, he had grown increasingly powerful and prestigious, towering above everyone else. He could easily subdue even this grand hotel. No wonder he had found her so quickly back then.
She hung up the phone, feeling both angry and utterly helpless. As a newcomer to this place, she didn't know anyone or anything. At this point, even trying to find some extra cash was impossible!
She tilted her head, that dead man was probably doing it on purpose, continuing to eat with his chopsticks. Though the dead man's face was cold as ice, you couldn't tell if eating brought him any joy, but this was a five-star hotel after all! The food they made couldn't possibly be bad! Lin Meng had already tasted the delicious food from this hotel. Looking at the colorful and tempting dishes on the food cart, she cursed that man again in her heart!
He's so petty, it's unbelievable!
She sat on the edge of the bed, turning her head away from him with a sulky expression. Despite this, the growing emptiness in her stomach was becoming increasingly unbearable. It felt like it was churning and about to spasm. She frowned, pressing down hard on her belly through the fluffy duvet. Of course, the duvet provided by the hotel was excellent; its fluffiness was second to none. With a single press of her hand, she sank the thick layer of duvet surrounding her belly deep into the mattress, revealing a huge half-circle. It looked rather alarming.
The man at the table had been noticed, and suddenly his movements froze mid-air as he held the chopsticks.
"Come here!" he commanded in a low voice, of course having already withdrawn his arm from the air.
She remained motionless, pretending she hadn't heard a thing.
"Do you still want to eat or not!" His tone grew even more impatient. "I'll count to ten, if you don't eat by then, forget about eating for the rest of the day."
This is a threat from achiluoluo!
Although it's dark now, it's only past seven in the evening. If I don't eat anything now, I'll starve until morning and Lin Meng will definitely go crazy.
When the man started counting, Lin Meng suddenly sprang up and ran towards him with all her might. It wasn't that she didn't have backbone, but because this man was different from others. Sometimes, one should be flexible and know well the principle of "take advantage when things are good and follow the trend".
"Sit here!" the man said, pointing to the spot beside him.
She sat down beside him with a smile, reaching out naturally and grabbing for the braised pork with lightning speed. Fall down where you stand up, that's what the revolutionary predecessors taught us.
"Slap!"
Another slap landed squarely on the back of her hand. Lin Meng's face twitched nervously, her hand froze mid-air, slowly clenching into a fist, tightening bit by bit. She thought, she wanted to punch this man, punch him hard!
As she desperately tried to hold herself back from acting impulsively, she was pushed down, thrown down by a man. He leaned in sideways, pinning her to the sofa beneath him. His warm lips pressed against hers, clamping shut forcefully, then parting her weak lips with strength before pushing most of what he had in his mouth into hers.
He pulled away his lips, roughly grabbing her delicate cheek with one hand while the other traced his own chapped lip where it had been pressed against hers, a truly menacing smirk playing on his face.
"Good girl, I'll feed you! You can only eat from my mouth!"
She gasped for breath and started coughing, spitting out most of what was in her mouth. It almost splattered on the man's face. That man was so alert; he dodged at the last second. Poor Lin Meng, she had choked herself badly and it took her quite a while to recover.
He said he would do it, and maybe this is his new way of humiliating her. He took a bite, then fed her a mouthful as if she were a critically ill patient who couldn't chew.
But if he tries to use this to strike at Lin Meng, he's likely to miss the mark.
Lin Meng came back to her senses after the initial shock, and then naturally ate from his hand. She was so hungry that she could have swallowed a whole cow right away. Naturally, she started to find him slow in feeding her, and in the end, as soon as food entered his mouth, she stretched out both hands, hugged Rong Ling's neck, or held his face, and then her rosy little mouth leaned forward, quickly grabbing food from inside his mouth. In the end, finding it troublesome to keep reaching and retracting her hand, she simply hung on him, with both hands constantly around his neck. As soon as the food entered his mouth, she hurriedly bit down with her teeth. Finally, things became a little melodramatic and clingy. The food was bitten onto Rong Ling's lips; she leaned forward and took half a bite, then Rong Ling swallowed the other half.
Lin Meng ate with loud, smacking sounds. Her small mouth was smeared with grease, glistening with oil and looking incredibly tempting.
Rong Ling's mind began to stir!
In this world, how many people could stand eating someone else's saliva This kind of intimacy, between two unrelated individuals, is only possible between lovers! At first few bites, the food almost rolled around in his mouth several times, but she didn't show any disgust or rejection. She ate it so naturally. In the end, she even took food from his mouth. This woman...
There was a warmth, light as a feather, that touched his heart which had almost frozen.
The woman before him, clinging to him, her seductive eyelashes fluttering, her little mouth busily smacking, was so hateful and adorable!轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！