I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 50 I Don't Love You Anymore...

A generous palm covered her mouth, and Song Qingyue could only sob in protest.

The wet and warm touch of the palm made Shen Yichen's heart tremble slightly, his eyes darkened, "Don't bark."

It wasn't until she nodded that Shen Yichen let go.

Song Qingyue panicked and tightened the bath towel. She never thought that there would be a second person in the room, so she didn't take clothes in to change, so she just took a bath towel to wrap it up.

Now the bath towel is so short that it can only cover the base of her thighs, but she can't cover the top but the bottom, so she growled angrily, "Get out!"

"This is my room." The tone was light, his eyes swept over her body presumptuously, the fair and slender legs, and the exquisite body wrapped in the bath towel, he vaguely remembered the scene he had just seen on the frosted glass, and the brows lightened Picking, teasingly said, "I can't tell, you're in pretty good shape."

Song Qingyue tore off the towel from her head and threw it towards him vigorously, "Shen Yichen, you bastard! I want to get dressed, why don't you hurry up and get out!"

Holding the towel in his hand, his black eyes narrowed dangerously, and the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking smile, "What are you pretending? I haven't seen your whole body? Is it too late to pretend to be clean now? "

Hearing this, Song Qingyue's face froze for a moment.

When she was in a trance, she was pulled into his arms forcefully by the man, and she lowered her head slightly to look at her. Her half-wet hair was draped on her round and small shoulders, her delicate collarbone fossa was sunken, and her long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, covering her face. Focusing on her clear and moist pupils, her eyes passed over her straight Qiong nose and landed directly on her bright red lips.

With imperceptible heat, his voice suddenly became hoarse, "Song Qingyue, don't you really want a child? I'll give it to you, huh?"

"..." The blood on the little face faded rapidly, and before she could speak, she was hugged horizontally.

When being crushed by Shen Yichen, Song Qingyue remembered the dark memory of the past and shivered.

The fingertips moved down along the contours of the face, carefully outlining her silhouette. He lowered his head and gave Song Qingyue a deep and long kiss. All buried in this fiery deep kiss.

As helpless as before, despair gradually pulled her into the abyss, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Sensing Song Qingyue's resistance, Shen Yichen didn't leave her a chance to escape.

Song Qingyue could feel the hot temperature conveyed by his body, and the salty taste spread from her lips.

Shen Yichen paused slightly, let go of the restraint, looked at her, and stood up.

The face of the person below him was full of tears, and his clear eyes were surrounded by a thin mist. He was startled, and his voice was low and hoarse, "You..."

"Shen Yichen! Don't make me hate you more!"

"... "

After Song Qingyue pushed him away forcefully, she got up in embarrassment.

Before he left, his wrist was grabbed, and Shen Yichen looked at her sullenly, "Why are you crying? Isn't this what you want? It's hard to do it with me? Or..." He smiled sullenly, "Do you wish Is that person Tang Shaohan?"

Song Qingyue trembled angrily, slapped him with all her strength, and stared at him with red eyes, "Why are you so self-righteous? How could I marry you if I wasn't pregnant? Shen Yichen! I don't care at all. The position of your Mrs. Shen! Since that child’s miscarriage, I have no illusions about you, Shen Yichen! All you have done to me is relying on me to love you! Now I don’t love you You! Just wait, I will definitely divorce you!"

(End of this chapter)