Dear Mr. Shi

There was the sound of water from the bathroom, and Song Qinghuan lowered his head to look at the bruises on his body.

She didn't dare to move, a little movement was like breaking her bones and bones. She gently grasped the sheet with her fingers, and her fingertips were also very sore.

The air was mixed with the lustful breath, floating to the place of her nose seemingly, telling her clearly again what happened just now.

The sound of the water suddenly stopped, feeling that the bathroom door was opened. Song Qinghuan's body trembled, with some cold arms sandwiching the body, accidentally touching the naked abundance, suddenly sore, hot and painful.

When I sat up, I felt something hot flowing from between my legs, uncontrollable.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip, very embarrassed, just want to leave here as fast as possible, and stay away from the cold.

But before he stood up, he fell to the ground again with a bang. Fortunately, there was a carpet beside the bed, so it didn't hurt to fall.

But seeing that he was tortured so weak and feeble, and unable to stand even standing like a cripple, Song Qinghuan's atmosphere punched **** the carpet!

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't cry anymore, only the tears that burst the embankment gushed out, soaking the whole small face.

She vowed that she would not be called Song Qinghuan if she wanted to deal with this dead man in the future.

At this moment, the door of the bathroom was opened, and Shi Yuhan walked out, just in time to see Song Qinghuan sitting on the ground.

She had no strands on her body, all exposed to the cold air, and her fair and clear skin was covered with bruises.

Seeing him coming out, she would never scream shyly and blush as before.

When she raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze was not only anger but accusation.

Shi Yuhan stepped forward and came to Song Qinghuan's side, reaching out to lift her from the ground, but Song Qinghuan raised her hand and waved it away.

He was not angry, but he stretched out his hand and stroked her hair once and again, and said softly, "It's cold on the ground, get up."

Song Qinghuan waved his hand away again, her voice hoarse as if she was seriously ill: "Don't touch me."

Shi Yuhan looked at him with deep eyes: "Okay, then get up by yourself!"

Song Qinghuan stared at him coldly: "Go out, I don't want to see you."

Shi Yuhan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Song Qinghuan as if she could see through people's hearts, saying that women are duplicity creatures, and they let men go, in fact, they want men to stay and coax them.

Where's her?

Just a few glances, he knew Song Qinghuan was not, she really didn't want to see him.

It's okay to give her some time to calm down.

Some things have happened, some feelings have deteriorated, and some decisions have been changed, so she has to give her time to adapt.

Shi Yuhan stood up slowly and said faintly: "Okay."

Then he really walked out of the room and closed the door.

Song Qinghuan really wanted him to leave, but he really left without looking back, and it made her feel as if suffocating.

This hateful man, what does he take her for?

The severe pain on the body and the blue-purple spots will disappear completely one day, but what Shi Yuhan left on her body will never be eliminated.

From now on, she will hate him, hate him very much...

Wiping away his tears firmly, Song Qinghuan supported the ground with her hands, and stood up slowly by supporting the edge of the bed. She stumbled into the bathroom with her legs trembling.