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I want you to love me

Peng Haobai leaned over, supporting himself on the ground with one hand and extending his other hand out. He used the back of his hand to lightly touch the face that had lost its temperature long ago.

"No."

I was like a sheep that had been slaughtered by him. I could have been cut into whatever he wanted to cut me into.

He was still laughing, but his eyes drifted away from him, like a shower, like a blurred mirror, like a broken soapbox, and so on.

He then softly opened his mouth and said with a teasing innocence, "How would I know?"

He hid his insincerity very well.

I smiled bitterly, my whole body feeling painful and bitter. I straightened my body and leaned towards Peng Haobai, raising my hands to embrace his body, my trembling fingertips lightly floating on his broad back.

I feel so miserable now.

As I stuck close to him, my body became hotter and hotter. From the moment I took the initiative to close in on him until now, when he pressed down on me and mercilessly plundered my body, I felt pain and suddenly felt fear in my heart.

He wanted to dodge, but his consciousness also gradually cleared up due to the pain.

Peng Haobai was obviously taking his revenge. He wouldn't let go of me no matter what, so when I went in, I curled up in pain.

It's been seven years, and it's been seven years since I've had something like this.

I felt more and more pain as I repeatedly moved, and my hands couldn't help but scratch around, but I could feel the wet, cold back of a man.

I was afraid that if I panicked, I would cry and beg for forgiveness. I tried my best to avoid it, but not long after, I was forcefully pulled back by Peng Haobai.

It was easy to enlarge one's most sensitive organ in such a hot room. I was tormented by him until I felt like I was being burned from head to toe. I struggled to my death beneath him, gasping for breath, begging for mercy in his ear.

"Please... "Don't..."

Peng Haobai's breathing was behind his ears, inch by inch, clear and sharp.

His cold lips came over me and bit into my mouth, making it hard for me to make a sound.

Seven years of tolerance seemed to erupt at this moment, and with a long-lasting hatred and reluctance, he would not let me go, I thought, weeping silently.

This was just the beginning.

He came out of my body, and I thought I could finally relax, but it was like carrying an irresistible sheep out of the bathroom and throwing me on the bed.

I watched in despair as he pressed against me again, weeping silently.

Finally, after who knows how long had passed, the sky outside the window started to brighten.

He finally let go of me.

He held me in his arms, and under the dim orange light, the two shadows that had gone mad and intertwined finally quieted down.

Exhausted, I was hollowed out by him. If I had another chance, I think I would have died.

I rest my head on his heaving chest and ask, "Did you feel it?"

Peng Haobai was startled: "What?"

"Feeling my love for you?"

When I said this, tears flowed uncontrollably.

Peng Haobai's relaxed smile disappeared in an instant.

Suddenly, he glared at me with his sharp black eyes. His large hands grabbed onto my neck, making it impossible for me to struggle.

My veins popped, but I refused to give up.

"I ask you, are you feeling my love?"

I couldn't figure out what kind of image I had right now, but I felt that this would be able to anger Peng Haobai.

He and I tortured each other, and that was the best reward for our lives.

He looked at me and suddenly let go.

I fell limply into his arms, and his soft voice came from above my head.

"This is good. In the future, you have to let me know how much you love me from every little detail, do you understand?"

My back was cold, and I didn't know what he meant.

Peng Haobai hugged me, and looked at the color that was slowly lighting up outside the window.

Suddenly, he bent his lips next to my ear and faintly spoke: "Tell me, if Mu Huainan knew that you had taken the initiative to ask me for it, what would he think?"

I was on the verge of a critical strike.

After that day, I received notice of the direct appointment to the spokesperson competition.

My wish was fulfilled and I immediately became the spokesperson for Lu Group's new project. The organizing committee said that it was a temporary decision to sit down, and the other participants would also give a certain amount of compensation.

I don't need to compete. In the eyes of outsiders, I easily ascended to the championship. I am very clear on who did this.

But it was another deal.

He said that if I made him happy, all my demands would be met.

Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly.

I signed that contract and successfully became the spokesperson. If it was before, I might have rejected it. I felt that it was a disgraceful and even disgusting result.

But now, I am able to calmly accept and treat them.

It was time to say that I had matured, but my heart was still dirty.

I didn't have much to drink when I got back from the party, but I still felt sick.

Maybe after being tormented by Peng Haobai that day, I had been groggy for a few days without any food or sleep, and the first thing I did was to close my eyes and think about everything that happened that day in the bathroom.

I was exhausted from the torture.

The celebration will be difficult to sustain, so I left early.

The director wanted to drive me, but I refused. I stubbornly walked to the main road and stopped the car.

However, the gathering place was in the suburbs, and it was late at night, so he couldn't get a car.

My head felt as if lead had been poured into it, making it become heavier and heavier. Finally, it fell down heavily, unconscious.

When I woke up, I was in the warm bathtub, my head was still aching from the dizziness. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Peng Haobai helping me wipe my body.

My hair immediately stood on end.

Shadow, since that day, I have left a very large shadow, so that every time I took a bath, I would repeatedly make sure that the door was closed.

The current scene was exactly the same as that day.

There was a thump in my head, and I was trembling all over, except for fear.

"No …."

I was in the bathtub, trying to escape, but I suddenly stood up, but I couldn't bear the dizziness, and my body swayed and fell onto Peng Haobai's body.

He held me, and I struggled with all my might, afraid.

"Xiao Wei, you have a high fever, it will worsen your condition. Don't move around, quickly go in and soak."

When I heard his voice, I became even more frightened.

I was trembling, still struggling.

"Xiao Wei." His voice trembled as he whispered into my ear. His hands that were holding onto me were covered in cold sweat. He was completely terrified. "You just obediently lie there without moving. I won't move you, okay? I'll call Mama Zhao over. I'll call Mama Zhao …"

The trembling, terrified voice faded away, and I fell into a daze again. I felt someone carry me to bed, dry me, and wrap me in a quilt.

My mind was a mess, sometimes clear, sometimes in a coma, falling into a dream.

The dream was the same mess, the dream I kept looking for the direction to go home, and I ran home, looking for the direction to go home, and I rushed forward without looking back until I saw the false direction.

I rushed in, saw the familiar hallway, went in, and there was a familiar man sitting on the sofa.

He turned and looked at me, a thick stack of papers in his hand. He waved at me.

"An An, come here."

I saw his face, frozen, like a wooden figure, and then, unable to control myself, I walked toward him, step by step, as if I were in the abyss.

He hugs me, and I rest my head against his chest, warm.

"Uncle Huainan." I called him softly and looked up. It was a very different face from the one I had seen before.

This face was gloomy, terrifying, and dark.

I let out a scream of terror and broke out in a cold sweat. I bounced off his arms and fell at his feet, as if I had fallen into a black hole.

I woke up in a cold sweat and sat up in bed.

Peng Haobai had been standing guard beside my bed the whole time. Seeing me covered in cold sweat, he sat on the edge of the bed and hugged me.

"Xiao Wei, did you have a nightmare?"

I was in his arms, breathing hard, my eyes empty.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, I'm by your side, no one can bully me …" He wanted to say something, but stopped abruptly and changed his words. "I'm sorry, An Xin."

Peng Haobai buried his head in my shoulder: "I don't want to injure you to this extent."

My consciousness seemed to be pulled back little by little amidst Peng Haobai's tears and mutters.

I heard him speak, in a sobbing, trembling voice, holding me, unable to be still.

"I, Peng Haobai, am truly, truly not afraid of the heavens or the earth. I have done so many evil deeds, and have violated ethical laws, I am not afraid of the gods, the heavens or the earth, and I am not afraid of the law. I am not afraid of anything, Xiao Wei." He choked up so much that he could hardly speak a single smooth sentence.

"In this world, I'm afraid of only one person, and that is you, who will never be moved by me."

He cried like a child, burying his head in my arms and sobbing.

"You are all from hell." I muttered, my voice incomparably hoarse, "You, Mu Huainan, are all the same …"

"No …" "That's not it..."

"One wants to kill my child, the other wants to kill me."

"It won't be Xiao Wei …"

"You will …"

When I looked at Peng Haobai, although my body didn't struggle, my eyes were filled with extreme fear. "You will kill me together."

Peng Haobai's heart was filled with grief. He hugged me tightly as his entire body turned cold.

"Xiao Wei, I'm sorry … I'm really sorry... I must be out of my mind to make you like this. I love you. I love you Xiao Wei, the real Xiao Wei … I really. "I love you so much …"

His words came close and hazy.

"You said you loved me." He looked up at me with red and swollen eyes. "You said that."

"Do you believe it?"

My eyes turned slightly as I looked at his eyes, which had suddenly shrunk. "Who told you to believe me?"

He let go of me and stepped back with tears of despair in his eyes, shaking his head and smiling wryly as he did so.

"Retribution, it's all retribution. It's all my fault. God gave me retribution!"