After the innocent single-soldier king was picked up by the drama queen

When she was full and slowly drank the soy milk, Qin Chaomu looked at her thick and slender eyelashes as she lowered her eyes, like a row of small fans, "I will apply medicine to you in a moment."

Gu Chu looked down at her ankle. She was white and her ankle was now a large area of ​​red. He said without raising his head, "Aren't you trying to take advantage of me?"

She lowered her head, so she didn't see the straight corners of the man's lips.

"Do you think I will take advantage of you if I apply medicine?"

She took a sip of soy milk and said naturally: "You crawled into bed last night, don't think I don't know."

The man who climbed onto the bed sat at the end of the bed, put her feet on her legs, sometimes touched her, and sometimes stepped on her chest. She was sleepy and panicked, but his movements were very gentle, so she just let him go.

She talked about the bad things the man had done last night, thinking that she knew it well, but she didn't expect that the man opposite had no impression at all, and instead it caused more desolation.

Dark, jealous, self-deprecating, and mostly irrational anger.

The man's brows were twitching heavily, as if something was about to jump out.

It took him ten seconds to adjust his breathing and calm down his anger.

He put down the bowl and went to the cabinet at the entrance, opened the door, and took out the wound ointment and disinfectant from inside.

When he came back, Gu Chu had already sat on the sofa. His injured foot was placed on the leather sofa, and his pink toes were slightly curled up.

Seeing him sitting next to him, he stepped on his leg unceremoniously, frowning and complaining: "What I just said is not unreasonable. If you didn't want to stay here for the night, how could he be so crazy?" ?”

The well-made black trousers, the flawless white feet stepped on her as intimately as ever, and the contrast between black and white was as unavoidable as ever.

The man lowered his head, clenched his knuckles and turned white. He sprayed disinfectant on the wound and evenly applied cool ointment on it. "Be patient."

"……Um."

Seeing her gasping in pain, he couldn't help his throat tightening, "Does it hurt?"

She curled her lips and said, "You were walking well carrying the cup. Will it hurt if you are suddenly slapped by a lunatic?"

There was a hint of unconscious resentment in that tone.

He does not mean that.

There was a frozen chill in the man's slightly lowered eyes, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and his voice was cold, "Who asked you to take care of him? When a psycho kills people, they are not even human in his eyes. "

She frowned and kicked him, "Why are you talking like that?"

The man pinched her feet and looked up at her coldly, his voice full of ridicule, "Also, why didn't you stop me when I climbed into bed in the middle of the night? How could you tell whether it was him or me? What if he was raped? What are you going to do?"

Before he could even finish his words, he was kicked even harder. /

The ointment in the man's hand fell due to her unexpected movement. He raised his eyelids and looked at the angry woman. He stretched out his hand and grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. /

"Your scratching hurts me...well."/

Before he finished speaking, his lips were sealed in vain. /

The slender fingers grabbed her jaw, her lips and tongue were pried open, and the passionate kiss showed no skill at all.

She was shocked. This was not intimacy, but a violation. /

She retreated hastily, almost out of reflex. /

However, the next second her waist was clasped by the man, and she was pressed directly into his arms. Her face even hit her chest, which made her groan in pain, and then she continued to be kissed/held by the man.

Speaking of kissing, it may not be appropriate. /

His rage was like a vampire plundering her blood, and he even bit her neck as hard as he could, and his hands on her waist became stronger and stronger, as if he would strangle her in the next moment.

Gu Chu slapped him with his hands and feet, his eyes filled with surging anger and disgust, but the man kept staring at her face with his dark eyes open.

Desire seemed to burst out of his body, but he allowed this strong and uncontrollable emotion to spread as if he was hurting himself.

Even he himself didn't know that the reason why he kissed her now and treated her so roughly was because he wanted to prove something or relieve something with the kiss.     Or maybe it was—she was actually very unwilling to see it with her own eyes.

She didn't want to be kissed by another man, and she didn't want to be close to a man other than him.

Or - to see her hate that person.

Despicable pretending to be another person to discredit him and hurt her.

An unprecedented and absurd way of self-abuse.

No one could understand how he woke up in her room every morning and disguised himself as someone else.

Then he watched her peeling off herself bit by bit, feeling an increasingly unbearable panic.

Even at this moment, he couldn't help but be addicted to her anger.

This method is actually very despicable.

Humble and despicable.

Two emotions pulled at him, making him more and more irritable.

Gu Chu wanted to struggle but couldn't. The irony taste of blood filled her tongue. The man started to untie his belt like crazy. Her eyes were red, and a sense of despair gradually filled her heart.

If she still couldn't tell who the person in front of her was, she would have lived two lives in vain.

There was a loud "pop" sound.

The forced plunder that had the intention of getting out of control was finally interrupted.

"Qin Chaomu." She spoke word by word with red eyes.

Looking at the man's slightly tilted head and the slap marks on his face, her disappointment and annoyance reached its peak. She threw everything she could find on the sofa at him. After finishing smashing everything on the sofa, she stood on the floor. The general smashed all the empty items piled on the suitcase.

Qin Chaomu felt a little more comfortable.

At the same time, he felt that this kind of comfort was even more morbid.

He would also think that she didn't hit him hard enough, so he just wanted to hand him a knife and let her stab him.

Until her feet began to bleed, the man hugged her into his arms. His dark pupils were stained with a bit of despicable water. Feeling that she was still venting regardless, he gritted his teeth and shouted threateningly: "Don't move any more." !”

"You're not allowed to move unless you say so. Qin Chaomu, when did you become so mean? Do you need to pretend to be him to perform in an opera?"

She struggled angrily and fiercely, but she couldn't get away no matter what. She screamed, "Do you have to find a mask to wear when you rape me now? You want to sleep with me, but at the same time you despise yourself for loving me."

She was disappointed and furious, and shouted loudly: "Qin Chaomu, you hate me so much, how can you pretend to be like this?"

The man just held her and didn't let go, letting her get angry without saying a word. Gu Chu was so angry that he grabbed his collar and said with red eyes, "Qin Chaomu, he said that he was born for me."

This sentence shocked the man severely, and his watery eyelids slightly raised to look at her.