hter-in-law, Su Manxue's face. Seeing that her face was a little pale and there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes, she helped Su Manxue discipline her unmannered son: "How can you say that Yimo is al...If she didn't save him now, her brother might...

But, compared to her, she felt that she should push him away now and bring Su Manxue to him.

However, Leng Ye Chen deliberately didn't give her a chance to escape.

No, he didn't want to give her any chance at all, let her leave his body!

He held her captive, his grip tight enough that she couldn't even scream for help. When she tried to speak, he either covered her lips with a kiss or clamped his hand over them.

Cold Night sensed the saltiness in the kiss, his compassion deepened, and his heart surged even more. But even if he had to descend to hell, he would hold this woman close.

It turned out that, after letting go of all his worries, a joy he had never felt before filled his heart.

So, he simply kissed her without letting go.

Tong Yi Mo was kissed by Leng Ye, her mind spinning. For a moment, she felt as if she didn't know where she was. At that moment, she unintentionally saw blood, red and dark, rolling from her elder brother's earlobe.

Big brother, this is...

Tong Yimo was taken aback, already sensing that Leng Yeshen's life was hanging by a thread.

It's too late...

Gradually, Leng Ye's kiss, deep as the night, became increasingly aggressive. His lips lingered on hers, then moved to her neck, collarbone, and ears, each touch a transgression.

His hands began to move under her clothes, gently caressing her.

"Hiss," Tong Yimo widened her eyes and tried again to kick Leng Yeshen away with her feet, but he grabbed her legs, making her immobile.

"No—Hmm—"

Before Tong Yimo could finish her words, Leng Yechen once again captured her lips, kissing her possessively.

His body, as if by some unseen force, leaned closer to hers.

Tong Yimo was not a fool. She felt the obvious changes in him.

"Manxue—help me—please—I'm dying"—E Mo—help me—please—I'm dying—

His consciousness was growing increasingly hazy, yet he still tried to ease the awkward tension between them with insincere words.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...

Gradually...

His mind echoed: Yimo, I need you, I need you, I need you…

Tong Yimo couldn't hold back any longer and struggled again, big teardrops streaming from her bright eyes.

For Leng Ye Chen, who was nearly lost himself, her struggle aroused his desire for conquest.

Even if he was injured, and her leg bumped his thigh wound, he didn't want to stop what he was doing.

When Tong Yi Mo realized her strength wasn't enough, and she couldn't even break free from this man's grasp, her fingertips trembled slightly.

In the next instant, Tong Yimo took advantage of Leng Yeshen's kiss and moved downwards. She arched her body and lowered her head suddenly, biting onto Leng Yeshen's shoulder.

This bite was fierce, blood seeping into her teeth, but he didn't even wince.

He was forcing her to do things she didn't want to do.

She was soft and fragrant, causing him to fall for her completely.

In the cold night, Chen gradually kissed her madly, kissing her desperately...

Tong Yimò didn't know how long this filthy thing had lasted. When the man on her finally relaxed, she finally had a chance to kick him away with one foot.

In the cold night, Leng Ye was kicked by her and rolled to the ground in a sorry state.

Tong Yi Mo disregarded everything, getting up from the sofa. She bit open the tie binding her wrists and even forgot about her suitcase, putting on her clothes and fleeing alone.

On a cold night, Leng Ye lay sprawled on the ground. Though his body was comfortably stretched out, his heart ached with pain once more.

His eyes, dimmed with sorrow, gazed upon the retreating figure of his beloved woman, who had stormed away in anger. Tears glistened at the corners of his eyes.

In fact, he also hated himself.

He hated himself for losing his rationality just now, for losing his direction, and even more so for hurting the woman he loved most.

Why

Can he ever quit loving her

Why

Will he turn evil because he can't get her love

Why

He could clearly endure to the limit, yet when facing her, he crumbled

This time, Yimo saved him again, but from now on, Yimo must hate him!

Tong Yi Mo ran back to her room and rushed into the bathroom, taking off the clammy clothes she was wearing.

Just as she was about to turn on the hot water, she looked up and saw herself in the mirror.

Her hair, a tangle of weeds, was haphazardly thrown over her shoulders. Her face was ashen. Her clothes clung to her, rumpled and disheveled.

His kisses had left her lips swollen and pink.

And beneath her neck were several dark purple kiss marks, left there by him when his passions overwhelmed him.

The scene from just now flashed in her mind, and a wave of nausea hit her. "Ugh," Tong Yimo clutched the sink and vomited, a bitter taste filling her mouth.

She turned on the shower, washing her body over and over again. Then she squeezed out some soap and scrubbed her inner thighs until they were red and swollen.

Just...

... Just now, Big Brother did not break her hymen.... Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

But…

He tightened his grip on her thigh, forcing her...

Tong Yi Mo felt sick again, to the point of wanting to vomit. After vomiting, she hugged her knees and sat on the floor, letting the water from the shower wash over her body. She cried silently, tears streaming down her face.

What face does she have to meet the daylight in this state

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