C8

Leng Jue Ye's large palm continued to climb.

He wanted to push him away, but he seemed to want more.

Lord Cold Night groaned, feeling as if his body was about to explode. He bit her lip and whispered, "You're a real goblin."

Wen Xin blinked in confusion.

Finally, a certain man's patience ran out. He shouted at the assistant in front of him, "You're not at the hotel yet?"

Just then, the car suddenly stopped, and Zuo Feng came back with a dry voice, "We have just arrived."

couldn't tolerate it for even a moment. He lifted the woman up and got off the car, then walked all the way through the hotel's lobby towards the elevator. This was his hotel, so he naturally came as he pleased.

In the presidential suite, just as he swiped his card and entered, the man threw the woman onto the round bed. The next moment, he buried his face in it, "Hmm …" Wen Xin felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body shivered, and his eyes started to tear.

"Let go … Bastard... "Go away..."

The soft voice sounded more like an invitation. The man sneered, "Are you sure?"

"Hmm …" She was sure.

The next second, the man mumbled hoarsely, "It's too late."

… ….

In the morning, a scream rang through the bedroom.

As he ran out of the hotel in a sorry state, Wen Xin didn't even have the strength to cry.

Why was she at the hotel? Who was it last night?

God! Why was she so unlucky?

After two days of nightmare, she was going crazy.

After hurriedly returning home, she shamelessly walked into the bathroom and ruthlessly washed her body. Looking at the old marks on her body that had yet to disappear, as well as the fresh traces of new ones, she felt like dying.

What happened last night? She had just drunk a glass of juice, so how could she not remember what happened afterwards? She only vaguely knew that she had met a man, but she didn't remember his appearance at all.

After taking a bath, she returned to the sofa. Her phone rang, and she picked it up, it was her boyfriend Duan Yang.

She was no longer worthy of him.

"Hello." She picked it up softly.

"Little Xin, why are you always refusing my call?" Do you know how worried I am about you? " Duan Yang's angry voice came from the other side.

Wen Xin pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm fine, how much longer are you going to stay in the United States?"

"I can probably return next week. Do you miss me? Xin, do you remember what you promised me last time? "

Wen Xin's face paled a little as she bit her lips, "Duan Yang, I..."

"You're not allowed to go back on your word. We've been dating for three years, and we're not kids anymore. I swear I'll marry you, but I can't help it. I want you." Duan Yang's voice was hoarse and filled with clear desire.

Wen Xin painfully bit her lips, not knowing how she should break up. She felt a bit of resentment towards Xia Ran, if it weren't for her design, she would have given her complete self to Duan Yang, then accepted his proposal to enter into a blissful marriage. But now, everything was ruined.

"Duan Yang..."

"Alright, as long as you're fine, wait for me to come back. Xin, I missed you to death." Duan Yang was afraid that if she refused again, he would not allow her to continue.

Wen Xin had rejected her request with great difficulty. This time, she would return home after parting with her, so of course, he wouldn't let her go back on her words.

"Then we'll talk about it when you get back!" Wen Xin sighed, that's right! She couldn't bring herself to mention the breakup on the phone.