Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

The hands that were firmly pressed tried hard to twist, but they couldn't. Instead, they made her tired.

Panting slightly, Yun Si opened her lips slightly and looked at the man so close in front of her, starting to feel a little annoyed.

He was very fierce, like a kitten trying to show off, hoping to scare him away with a few scoldings.

"Get up! Don't catch me -"

He was silent, as if he didn't listen to what she said at all. He just touched her face with his cold, biting hands.

The warmer her face became, the more he seemed fascinated, deeply, fascinated by it.

A touch that is so real that it makes your blood go crazy, fragrant and soft, so real that it doesn’t look like a dream, but reality.

The man smelling of alcohol, with a pair of gloomy and extremely emotionless dark eyes, just stared at her quietly, inch by inch, his gaze was detailed, hot and wanton.

Tracing her outline, tracing her vivid face that has haunted people for countless days and nights——

He looked at her for a long time, and finally, as if he was about to break the jar, he bit her viciously.

He didn't know who the person in front of him was, and he couldn't tell whether it was her. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and why he couldn't control it at all.

Kissing the girl he thought about day and night, with just one simple touch, the big hand holding her suddenly tightened.

The kiss is gentle, but the movements of the hands are particularly strong, almost irresistible, and the force is getting out of control.

"Tear--"

The sound of thin clothes being torn apart echoed in the dark and silent space.

The rag fell to the ground, lightly and landed beside the bed, but no one noticed. "Well——" The girl who was already aggrieved became even more aggrieved now.

Wanting to escape, but unable, a person is forced to face the irrational madman.

Clasping her hands and pinching her waist, the gentle gentleman she loved so much in the past was now like an uncontrollable mad dog, doing everything he wanted to do regardless of her begging for mercy.

Acting wantonly, crazy, ruthless, and irrational.

The emotions that had been accumulated and suppressed for a long time, and could not be vented for a long time, were finally vented, and they discovered that the longing that had never seen the light of day had become almost deformed, twisted, corrupt and ugly.

He missed her so much that he couldn't express it in a normal way.

Silence, quietness, forcing oneself not to say anything, forcing oneself to always maintain a normal and calm appearance. The backlash brought about by the suppression of such an extreme self-instinct is so serious that people cannot imagine how serious it is.

The effect of alcohol caused his sober side to disappear, leaving only the most real and instinctive appearance.

Crazy, morbid, like a madman, unable to push away or escape.

I only pity the delicate and limp girl on the bed who has no strength to escape. Before her body fully recovers, she is forced to face the consequences of this. She suffers everything alone.

She was so wronged that she couldn't escape at all, and she couldn't change back to her original shape. She could only sob in a low voice and bear it silently.

She didn't know day and night, or how much time had passed - in the end, she didn't even have the strength to cry.

I was so tired that I fell asleep, with my eyes closed and tears still hanging on my beautiful face.

The sheets were wet, wet, mixed with her tears, and the cold became even worse.