amaotonovel Chapter 161 Dispute
Chapter 161 Dispute
Lin Qinghuan was carried into the VIP lounge by He Yanlang. He slammed the door shut and threw the person onto the sofa.
She still had the strength to struggle, and she sat up almost instantly, screaming and yelling in collapse, kicking people randomly.
Almost in an instant, she was pushed down by He Yanlang again. He put one leg between her legs, held her hands above her head with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other hand.
Apart from the choking sound of "wuwuwu", Lin Qinghuan could no longer make any sound.
The feeling of being abandoned had consumed all of He Yanlang's nerves, and the overwhelming anger had overcome most of his rationality. At this moment, he was like a trapped beast that had lost its way.
"Have we been having a bad time?"
That's right, what's good about it? All the good things you do to him have a purpose. They are carefully fabricated lies in order to leave him and abandon him.
She played him around.
"Lin Qinghuan, you are the first one who dares to play with me."
"It feels good to play with people, right? Have you had enough experience? Have you enjoyed these three and a half hours? I have been patiently playing with you for three and a half hours. Show some virtue. It's my turn to play with you."
He knows it all.
Lin Qinghuan was shocked and surprised. Despair was no longer enough to describe the sadness in her heart at the moment.
He Yanlang knew everything, including what time she boarded the plane, which flight she took, and what time she would arrive in Fengcheng. He knew it as early as the moment she boarded the plane in Beijing. No, perhaps even earlier.
He did not choose to capture her back in Beijing, but patiently watched her jumping in front of him like a clown.
When she successfully arrived in Fengcheng, she thought that everything was finally over and that she could start a new life.
His reappearance destroyed all her hopes.
Rather than cutting off a person's hope in an instant, devouring them bit by bit, and breaking down their psychological defenses bit by bit, wouldn't it be more interesting and make life worse than death?
He knows how to torture people and play with human nature.
This madman.
Lin Qinghuan's tears dripped down, mixed with disappointment, despair and hatred.
Sweat soaked my clothes and my hair stuck to my neck and cheeks.
He Yanlang's heart ached, mixed with a mixture of emptiness and possessiveness, and the helplessness of being unable to control Lin Qinghuan's emotions, at this moment, almost drove the young man in front of him crazy.
He was also so desperate. The girl he loved did not love him, but he was determined to leave her at all costs.
She wanted to leave and escape. She couldn't forgive, absolutely couldn't forgive.
"Come, let's play. I'll forgive you if I have fun."
He Yanlang didn't even know what filthy and vulgar words he had said.
It seemed that only by saying these things he could transform himself from the weak one in the relationship to the superior one.
His lips pressed passionately against hers, and every cell in Lin Qinghuan's body was exerting strength as she struggled desperately.
Her hands were gripped by his big hands, leaving fingerprints on them. The more she struggled, the stronger the grip became. She was a stubborn person, extremely stubborn, and would rather be twisted to pieces than not struggle.
He Yanlang had no choice but to loosen up a little.
Her lips were able to breathe, and Lin Qinghuan broke down and cried, just like the last time he forced herself on her.
He coaxed her for a long time.
"I did something wrong, I want you to forgive me, what did I do wrong, I want you to forgive me."
"Lin Qinghuan!" He shouted harshly, but Lin Qinghuan didn't hear a word he said.
"Tell me, what did I do wrong to deserve your forgiveness!" She repeated the question over and over again, but she couldn't figure it out.
Why can someone be so unreasonable?
Yes, she did something wrong and wanted him to forgive her.
"You did nothing wrong."
"Because I want to treat you like this. If you want to leave, unless I let you go, I can still get you back even if you die at the ends of the earth. Do you understand?"
Oh, he simply likes to torture people and enjoys torturing them.
His pleasure was to destroy her, to watch a girl go crazy because of him, lose her sanity, and lose hope in life.
The kiss swept over him again.
Lin Qinghuan's eyes fell on the porcelain cup on the table not far away.
In the emptiness when she didn't struggle, He Yanlang relaxed his grip on her. Feeling that the force restraining her had loosened a little, Lin Qinghuan used all her strength to push the person away and ran towards the table barefoot.
"Lin Qinghuan!"
She was pressed down on the table by He Yanlang, who swept all the porcelain on the table to the ground with his hands. With a "crackling" sound, the porcelain fell to the ground one after another and broke into pieces.
Crying.
Despair swept over both men.
He Yanlang was heartbroken.
He pulled the person up and held him tightly in his arms, wishing he could crush the person in front of him and put him in his body, "Huanhuan, please, don't force me anymore."
He doesn't want this either.
"I beg you, please..."
He held Lin Qinghuan's tearful face, kissing her tears non-stop, stroking her long hair like rubbing a kitten, whispering comforting words over and over again, his voice low and gentle, alluring, "Be good, okay? If you are good, I won't be mean to you, and I won't force you..."
There were only cries.
No more struggling.
He Yanlang guessed that she was probably tired.
After a long while, she said, "Let me go."
He was stunned, reluctant to let go.
"Let go." He said again firmly and forcefully.
"Can you stop making trouble?" he asked pleadingly.
"it is good."
He Yanlang let go, and almost caught off guard again, Lin Qinghuan pushed He Yanlang away, turned around, squatted down, and grabbed a handful of porcelain fragments.
"Lin Qinghuan!"
Without blinking, she used the porcelain shard to cut her hand. In an instant, three or four long cuts appeared on her fair skin, and blood oozed out.
Blood dripped from his wrist onto the wooden floor.
He Yanlang wanted to reach out and grab him, "Lin Qinghuan! Put him down!"
She held the broken porcelain pieces against her hand again and threatened, "If you dare to come over, I will continue to row."
He looked at her bleeding wrist in disbelief, not daring to move forward, and soothed her, "Put the broken pieces down, I won't come over."
She didn't believe He Yanlang's words. The porcelain piece touched her skin again, and the pain spread. But no matter how painful it was, it was not as depressing as the psychological despair.
Yes, I didn't do anything wrong. Why did he use the porcelain piece to threaten myself in the end, instead of using the porcelain piece to scratch the person on the other side?
"He Yanlang, please let me go." How could she be so useless? She knelt down facing the man opposite her with the porcelain piece against her hand, feeling extremely sad.
Almost instantly, He Yanlang also knelt down, leaned forward, knelt down and moved forward, begging Lin Qinghuan not to hurt him again, "Huanhuan, put down the fragments in your hand, I will agree to anything you want."
"Don't move!" Tears were still dripping down her cheeks, and the fragments once again sank into her flesh. "Now you know how much I hate you, He Yanlang. I would rather die than stay with you."