The woman raised her face in his arms, but there were a few hairs floating on her fair face.
She nodded, "If this makes you feel better, okay."
Make him feel better
Mo Shiqian looked down at this pretty face that was so intertwined with light and dark that it was difficult to see clearly. When he heard her say this, it seemed as if a hand had reached into his chest and gripped his heart tightly.
There was no other feeling, just heavy suffocation.
He stared down at her, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid and heavy, and because of the desolation and emptiness that quickly spread in his heart, he bit her lips again.
This time it no longer tasted like a kiss, just pure nibbling.
Like hatred, or venting hatred.
She never struggled, just took it as she pleased, and didn't seem to feel any pain.
It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that this pain is far less than the pain in my heart.
She used to read novels and TV shows where people often said that using physical pain to relieve emotional and mental pain was a fart.
How can pain alleviate another kind of pain? It is clearly just adding pain to pain.
It turns out it really works.
If it made him feel better, she really didn't care.
But obviously not.
Before he found her, what tormented Mo Shiqian was fear and anxiety.
He didn't expect that the torture would escalate even more after he found her.
In the end, Mo Shiqian did not choose to have her here. Although he wanted to, and his mind was filled with images of violently possessing him, but...
Most of the playground cameras are not turned off at night.
Even if he didn't mind performing an erotic act at night, he couldn't tolerate her being seen in love.
The man pulled her sweater back without gentleness, picked up the coat that had fallen to the ground, and wrapped it around her body again.
There was no gentleness at all, and even roughness. His handsome face was even more gloomy and terrifying, with no warmth in sight.
"Where's the scarf?"
Chi Huan looked at him and moved his lips before replying slowly, "Did you forget where you put it?"
He asked coldly, "Are you staying here all day today?"
She nodded slowly again.
Hidden away from the city, there would be a long queue at the amusement park from the morning, so there wouldn't be more people. She could just find a blind spot for surveillance and sit there all day long without anyone noticing.
It's also hard to find.
A mocking sneer appeared on Mo Shiqian's lips, but he pulled off the scarf around his neck -
When he went out, Mu Xi saw that he was not wearing enough clothes and knew that it was impossible for him to change clothes, so she insisted on letting him wear this scarf. Chi Huan watched him expressionless as he wrapped the scarf that still contained body heat around her neck.
Then he hugged her sideways.
"Mo Shiqian..."
He pressed his fingers hard and said coldly, "Chi Huan, I'm very tired today and don't want to hear another word from you."
Chi Huan pursed his lips, his heart was so dense that it felt like needles pricking him.
There were several bodyguards waiting at the parking area outside the amusement park.
Seeing them coming out, he immediately opened the car door.
Mo Shiqian carried her into the passenger seat, raised his hand to close the car door, and said indifferently to the bodyguards, "No need to follow me anymore. Go back and tell Feng Xing for me. The matter has been resolved. Let my dad Mom, go to bed early."
"yes."
He walked around the front of the car, sat in the driver's seat, and drove back.
He obviously didn't plan to take her back to the villa. Chi Huan didn't know where he was going to take her, but he didn't ask.
It's past midnight in the city, the street lights are on alone, and it's so quiet that only the whistling wind can be heard.
Forty minutes later, the car stopped on the parking lot of a high-end residential area.
Chi Huan turned his head and looked outside. It was very strange, but there was familiarity in it.
This is... Xishan Mansion.
The man got out of the car, opened the door, locked his fingers on her wrist, and dragged her out of the car.
That's right, it's dragging.
He had long legs, and if Chi Huan didn't accommodate her pace, he would be forced to stagger along if he didn't speed up his pace to keep up with him.
He didn't say a word to her, and she didn't speak either.
The door opened and he changed his shoes, but he still didn't let go.
After passing through the living room and bathroom, Chi Huan was almost thrown into the bathroom before he let go of her hand.
The light was finally bright enough to see each other's faces clearly.
"bath."
"Mo Shiqian..."
"Take a bath, don't force me to wash it for you."
Before she even finished reading his name, the man had already held the door handle and closed the bathroom door. Obviously he didn't want to hear what she had to say, and he didn't intend to give her a chance to speak.
There was a "bang" sound, and the sound of the door closing was not soft.
Xishan Mansion has been deserted for a long time and is deserted. It looks clean at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that it is covered with a layer of light gray.
… …
When Chi Huan came out wrapped in a bath towel, the man had already tidied up the bedroom and changed all the mattresses.
The curtains were not closed. Through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see the tall and straight figure standing on the balcony. The cigarette butts were shining brightly in the darkness. She could also see the slowly curling smoke, lingering with the night. All around him.
He stood there, feeling indescribable loneliness and loneliness.
She had always known that Mo Shiqian didn't smoke often, except when he was in a bad mood.
Whether he heard her opening the door or felt her gaze, Chi Huan stood by the bed for less than a minute before he turned around and looked at her.
Blue-white smoke blew out from between his nose and thin lips, with a half-burned cigarette sandwiched between them. He looked at her through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and then he directly stubbed out the unfinished half of the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.
Finally, he opened the door and walked in, then closed it smoothly.
The slender legs walked directly in front of her, and the strong hands pinched her waist, pushing her directly into the mattress, and then leaned forward, and the tall and heavy body covered the woman's soft and fragrant body.
The whole process was completed in one go, unhurriedly, but without the slightest pause.
Her seaweed-like long hair was spread out on the dark blue mattress without any structure, like a banshee in the sea.
There are traces of bites from men on her red lips, which adds to the pitiful taste.
The bath towel she was wrapped in only covered her chest, hips, shoulders, collarbones, and thin white legs, all of which were exposed to the air and the man's eyes.
There was no dialogue, no communication, no eye contact.
Not even foreplay.
Mo Shiqian directly pulled off the only bath towel she was wearing, pulled off the belt, and sank in.
With her current physical condition, foreplay would be of no use, let alone none at all.
When entering her body, he kept staring condescendingly at her face.
Naturally, he could clearly see that her facial features wrinkled in an instant, her face was buried in the soft mattress, and her fingers were gripping the sheets hard because of pain and discomfort.
He sneered.
This patient gesture seemed like he had bullied her.