Chapter 87

A room has not yet dissipated the erotic atmosphere.

Once belonged to her bedroom, the first eye is the middle of the white bed, pure white sheets wrinkled into a ball, long drag in the end of the bed, the middle of a pool of wet, as if mocking her beast like, will her step of drinking.

Struggling to look up, black sexy lace swaggered on the pillow, women's skirts, jackets, all wrinkled not look like, it can be seen what kind of war just happened in this place.

A trace of pain flashed in her eyes. Her eyes slowly moved to the sofa at the end of the bed. The man was wearing gray velvet pajamas, with a loose belt around his waist, and a cigarette between his fingers. The cigarette ends were curling up smoke, which made his face a little fuzzy.

Ye Huanyan's sudden appearance didn't seem to give him any impact. He didn't even look up, took a puff of smoke, slowly spit it out, and then turned his head to look out of the window.

It seems that it took a long time to find a man standing at the door. He said hello,

"It's raining so hard. Why are you here?"

Ye Huanyan's body trembled slightly in the darkness, and her voice was a little subtle, but it was very clear in this strange atmosphere,

"I saw Sheng Enron, just now, in the community."

"Did you see Enron?" He interrupted her and looked back in surprise. Then he lightened the body of the cigarette, flicked the ash and said faintly,

"After all, you haven't moved out yet. There are too many things left here. She found it a bit troublesome, so she didn't stay for the night."

At this point, he gave a little meal,

"By the way, Enron's clothes are dirty. Do you mind if I ask the servant to take an unused one from you?"

She felt as if something was taking her strength away from her body, and her legs could not move, as if they were stuck in place.

He and other women, on the bed that once belonged to her, soiled her sheets and quilt covers. He also asked the woman to wear her clothes. Do you mind?

Her face was stiff, and there was a bitter radian around her mouth,

Should she say she doesn't mind?

Do you mind if this woman wears her own clothes, or if this woman sleeps with her own man, or if this man still asks her whether she wants to start over the night before. In less than one day, she sleeps with another woman in her bed.

She looks gradually become painful, but still a little unwilling,

"Last night, you asked me if I wanted to start over."

Her voice trembled, with the north wind whistling through the window.

"Chi" came scornful laughter in the darkness.

The tall figure stood up from the sofa, pulled up a long shadow, and gradually approached ye Huanyan's direction. He took a hard breath of the cigarette, then discarded the cigarette butt, raised his hand and pinched her chin.

The smoke was full of smoke, curling out of his mouth, mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, all over her face,

"Cough... Cough..."

She coughed violently, her facial features twisted together, and the sharp pain from her chin made her awake instantly.

His breath was in his ear,

"Yes, how about starting over and playing another way?"

Suffering from the smoke, she managed to open her eyes, aiming at his contemptuous eyes, which were the same as those when she looked at her at night.

This short period of time, all the warmth, such as a dream bubble, instantly destroyed.

Her brain stopped working, and she didn't know what she had done wrong. The next second, she was turned over on the bed and her lips were blocked. The pain of biting, as if it was going to eat human bone marrow, hit her every nerve violently.

"Don't touch me..."

When she thought of what had just happened on the bed, she opened her eyes with tears. The light from the corner of her eyes caught a glimpse of the black lace on the pillow beside her. She felt a pang of nausea. She didn't know where the strength came from. She suddenly pushed Ling Han away and lay on one side and vomited violently.

Her beige dress flickered under the yellow light. Ling Han looked at her twitching shoulder and thought of today's news, his face became even more heavy.

"Sick? Isn't it disgusting for you to dress like this to meet other men? "

Ye Huanyan covered her chest, her eyes moist, and choked with her last strength,

"I'm innocent. If you're angry for this reason, I have nothing to say. The one who is clear is clear. But you and Sheng Enron are doing this disgusting thing in my bed. I saw it with my own eyes. You can't pour this basin of dirty water on my head."

"You look like you hurt your self-esteem?" Ling Leng gave a smile,

"Do you think I care about your innocence? What self-esteem do you have for a woman who has been sent to my bed so easily for the first time? "

Hearing this, tears can no longer stop.

His vision became completely blurred, and his vicious words broke all the dreams and happiness of these days.

"Maybe I've given you some illusions these days? Have you forgotten who you are? "“ Do you really think you're Mrs. Ling? Don't you think it's funny? " Ye Huanyan was biting her teeth, and all her tears came out. She sobbed and looked at the man, "since you never forgive me, why, why during this time? Why did you say that last night? "“ I've tasted what you're like in bed. I'm tired of it. I want to change my way. " Ling Han raised the corner of his mouth, leaned slightly close to her, and looked at her as if he was appreciating a work of art. "I've seen enough of stepping on the ground. I want to see what kind of person you are held up to and then fall down, whatever the reason," he said with a smile, and his fingers crossed her cheek. "I think it's very interesting now." Ye Huanyan bit her lips, with a trace of blood in her lips. Her eyes were almost red with blood. She stared at Ling Han, and could not believe that he would say such words, "how? Don't believe it? " Ling Leng gave a smile and ran her hand up the bend of her leg. Her whole body was cold, but she didn't resist. Her eyes seemed to have lost focus, and she looked at him laxly, without any reaction. Her limbs were stiff and her face was stiff, just like a puppet lying on the white bed, lifeless. Ling Han frowned, coldly dropped a sentence, "disappointed."“ "Bata" after a sound, so big one-third master bedroom return to silence. Dead silence. In the disorderly and obscene atmosphere of a room, ye Huanyan's body slipped from the bed a little bit, and finally sat on the carpet beside the bed. A thunder in the rainy night resounds through the sky, and the room suddenly bursts out with the cry of collapse. It's like a deep sorrow mixed with the heavy rain. The world has never cared for her, and everything returns to the origin, which is still endless sorrow. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.