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"Crack."
The door opened and was locked by the man behind his back.
There were no lights on inside and it was pitch black. The red sliding window was opened by a third, and the double-layer patterned European-style curtains blocked the night wind outside, while the bright moon visited quietly through the brocade.
A tall figure staggered in, it was estimated that his arm touched the chair, and he groaned.
Beside the bed is the scattered moonlight, filled with the fresh fragrance of lilies.
The groom squinted at the person on the bed.
The bed quilt is also water-red, and the golden threads outline the blossoming lotuses in full bloom. His bride is sleeping on this piece of blessing, under the vermilion cheongsam is an exquisite figure, the slits of the cheongsam meander all the way to the thigh, and the charming scenery can be seen faintly.
Holiness and temptation are intertwined, and they are unbelievably perfect.
This human bride is more like a beautiful sacrifice to the gods.
He only felt a fire rising in his lower abdomen, and under the catalysis of alcohol, the burning became more intense.
The man breathed heavily for a moment, trembling his fingers, trying to unbutton his suit, but failed to align after a long time.
"Snapped-"
He simply tore the buttons roughly, and the buttons rolled around and scattered on the ground like beads, making a crisp sound in the night.
The snow-white suit was thrown on the chair casually by the man.
He bent his knees and put one leg on the bed.
The side of the bed gave way under his weight.
The Bride of God was sleeping without knowing it, her long black and beautiful hair was scattered on the bed sheet covered with roses, her cheeks were bright red, like overripe berries, so sweet that one couldn't help but want to take a bite.
There was a tall glass beside the bed, with a light red lip print on the rim.
The man's slender legs were separated, and his knees were on both sides of her waist.
With a slight hook of his fingers, he brushed away the hair that covered his face, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose were placed beside the pillow. The man bent down, slowly leaned forward, and bit his soft lips tentatively.
This is a signal of an impending attack.
"Um… "
She moaned unconsciously, opened her small mouth slightly, and he easily entered the city gate.
"Did you drink..." he murmured.
The sweet taste made him unable to extricate himself, and his movements gradually became urgent.
The moonlight outside the window is still white and flawless.
Tonight, we've all broken taboos.
Lin Lang hooked the corners of her lips.
The man stretched his neck and kissed her forehead deeply, and then fell asleep hugging her contentedly.
Until nine o'clock in the morning.
"Well… "
Lin Weijing moved her numb arm and found that she was being pillowed. He who always sleeps alone finds this feeling very strange, but not bad.
Lin Weijing lowered her head, and a ruddy and beautiful face came into his sight. In the next second, his attention was taken away by the bruises on the woman's neck, shoulders, and chest. Immediately afterwards, his face immediately turned red.
He raised his hand and stroked it carefully for a while.
Lin Weijing bent down and gently picked her up, intending to wash her body.
"Shaojie..."
She was like a lazy cat, leaning on his chest docilely and obediently.
Lin Weijing paused.
She opened her eyes.
The four eyes met, and there was no sound.
"Brother-in-law, why are you?!"
With a scream, she quickly broke away from his arms, pulled the sheet and covered her body in a panic, but the rosy-dried blood on the bed became more and more conspicuous.
"Impossible, how could this be..."
She stared at that place, her beautiful eyes showing deep fear.
"Yes, it must be a dream." Lin Lang hypnotized herself.
Lin Weijing's voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry, I..."
"Snapped-"
A glass shattered into several pieces at his feet, and the fine pieces grazed his ankle, leaving a red mark.
"roll!"
She buried her head between her knees, her slender neck was pink and trembling like a newborn baby animal.
The man clenched his fist and didn't say anything else. He quickly rinsed it with cold water in the bathroom of the room, and hurriedly put on the casual clothes hanging in the closet.
When he came out, the other party was still curled up at the head of the bed, the quilt was scratched and crumpled.
Helpless, panic, fear.
"I'm sorry, I drank too much last night and went to the wrong room, that's why this happened." Lin Weijing lowered her eyebrows, her hair was still dripping, soaking the clothes on her shoulders. His complexion was fair, and because he stayed in the research room or hospital for many years and did not see the sun, the blood on his lips was thin. He took a cold shower just now, and he looked "weaker" than Lin Lang.
He is a brain doctor, he deals with death almost every day, and he is extremely indifferent to life and death. Even in the face of those hysterical mental patients, he will not be driven crazy like other doctors. Lin Weijing was incredibly calm, and was even said to be a freak or a pervert at one point, and sometimes he felt that he was too cold-blooded.
But at this moment, he panicked.
Her fear overwhelmed him.
The room was silent.
"Is it still useful for you to apologize?"
Her voice came out muffled from under the quilt, hoarse, and she knew she had just cried.
Lin Weijing clenched his fists, and he suddenly walked to the bedside, and his tall figure gradually enveloped her. However, every time he took a step, the opponent's body trembled violently.
Lin Weijing reached out and lifted her quilt.
The other party looked greatly irritated, tightly grasping the corner of the quilt, and beat him, and the manicured nails also became sharp weapons in the mad state of the owner, scratching him with red marks all over his face.
"Go away! You beast, don't touch me!"
"Lin Weijing, you bastard!"
Lin Weijing felt burning pain on her face, and almost got poked in the eye several times. He had no choice but to hug her tightly and tie his hands behind his back, hoping that she could "calm down".
But her struggles intensified.
Lin Weijing couldn't stabilize herself for a moment, and directly pressed on the opponent's body.
Soft and warm.
like last night.
"Calm down, I'm not—" His unfinished words came to an abrupt end.
There is a wonderful scenery in front of you.
Her long hair was black and beautiful like satin, covering her icy skin. The woman's face was originally extremely angry, but because of his action, she was a little flustered, for fear that he would "recklessly" like last night.
After all, she is a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken. She is only 1.6 meters tall. She is pitifully petite in front of Lin Weijing. She even has the strength to resist like a thin cat, and he subdues it effortlessly , hands bound and held high above his head.
In such a humiliating posture, the beauty is full of pear blossoms and rain, especially the jade porcelain-like skin is branded with the traces he planted. Even with Lin Weijing's perverted willpower, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" He hurriedly rolled his eyes away from her.
The other party turned his head and wept silently.
She didn't cry aloud, but it was even more distressing, like a small hook stuck in the heart, once she moved, it would pull you to pieces.
"Boom!"
He bent his legs and knelt straight on the ground.
"Sorry, really, sorry." He buried his head deeply, "Everything is my fault, I don't know what to do to make it up to you."
"Then you, go to die."
She turned her back to him, her tone faint.
The man was silent for a moment.
"Okay," he said.
The person lying on the bed was motionless.
The man opened the door and walked out, but the Tang family hadn't gotten up yet. He came back soon, and brought back a sharp fruit knife that he pulled out from the coffee table in the living room. He wiped off the remaining juice with a handkerchief, and the bright light and shadow reflected Lin Weijing's face.
"Are you going to kill me yourself?"
Lin Lang didn't speak.
"That's right, I'm a sinner, I can't get your hands dirty." He laughed at himself.
The slender fingers rotated slightly, like holding his most beloved scalpel, and pressed the tip of the knife against his left chest, causing a slight pain, "No matter what, I want you to forgive me."
"Pffff—"
The sharp weapon pierces the flesh.
The splashed blood sprayed onto his pale face, and bewitching flowers bloomed.
"you-"
The other party turned his head and looked at him in shock.
I didn't even feel the quilt slip off my body.
Lin Weijing could see more clearly, her chest and thighs were all bruised and bruised from being eaten by wild beasts.
Pushing the handle of the knife with his fingertips, he stabbed another point with a blank expression.
Lin Lang panicked on the surface, but smiled in her heart—
I'm sorry, mistress, I dug your wall again.
This prey is now mine.
"Do you really want to die?"
Seeing that it was about to turn into a bloody crime, Lin Lang quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed his hand holding the fruit knife. Lin Weijing was taken aback, and she took the opportunity to grab the murder weapon.
Seeing the blood on her hands, she couldn't help screaming and threw away the knife.
"Brother-in-law, how are you? Does it hurt? Yes, I have to bring the medicine box..." Facing such an unexpected situation, her eyes were slightly red, and she seemed at a loss, and she was about to rush to the living room.
As soon as his fingers touched the doorknob, someone grabbed his waist.
The blood from his chest flowed onto her back, scorching hot.
"First... get dressed."
He whispered, his eyes wandering.
The woman was taken aback for a moment, and then her face flushed. From his perspective, a seductive blush gradually crept up her neck. The skin on her hands was so hot, Lin Weijing took a step back and covered her nose.
Lin Lang, on the other hand, put on some clothes from the closet and went to the living room to find the medicine box. When she left her sight, the man's tense nerves relaxed, and he slid down against the wall.
What an embarrassment, he thought.
Lin Lang's bandaging technique is very skilled. In order to break the deadlock between the two, Lin Weijing cleared her throat and said in a warm voice, "Looking at your technique, it seems that you have received professional training."
Lin Lang shook her head, "Shaojie always liked to fight with others when he was a freshman, and every time he got himself covered in bruises, I learned it before I knew it..."
The man's face was dark, "I'm sorry."
She fell silent again.
"I won't tell you what happened today."
Lin Weijing took a deep breath and said clearly, "I went out to see just now. Everyone hasn't woken up yet. You can go to the living room outside to sleep first. If someone asks you, just say that you sat here all night and waited for Shaojie. Come back. I'll stay here and deal with the sheets and fruit knives."
He glanced around her neck, and found a scarlet thin sweater with a high collar from the closet, "Put this on, it's cold now, and no one will be suspicious. I'll go to the hospital to get some ointment and come back later." Paint it for you. But in the past few days, you should not let Shaojie get close to him, so as not to make him suspicious."
This thoughtful man even thought of an excuse for her in an instant, "Say that you are too tired from working on the wedding these days and need to rest. Your body is already weak, and I believe Xu Shaojie will not force you."
Lin Weijing wanted to hide the truth, but fate played a trick on him.
When he opened the door for Lin Lang to go out, the room next door happened to also open.
Four pairs of eyes meet in the air, and the atmosphere is suddenly eerie.
Sister and brother-in-law, sister and brother-in-law.
Look, what a perfect pair.
Lin Lang almost laughed out loud, but still put on a look of extreme panic, hid behind Lin Weijing, and reached out to grab the corner of his clothes.