"...No matter how much I explain it... you will never believe it anymore... I was unintentional..." Her watery eyes were terrible red, and she asked him with sobs on her back... She had never known that it was irreversible and could not be erased. Even if she had to kneel all the way, it wouldn't matter. She only hoped that he could believe this.

He could believe that she loved him, so desperate and uncomfortable.

Hosran's thin white lips were coldly pursed, pursing into a line as sharp as a knife. Looking at the disgusting photos scattered on both sides of her body, her eyes became more and more red, and she slowly spit out a few words: "What do you think?"

At that moment, the string called hope suddenly broke in her heart, and the pain made her unable to make a sound.

And Hosran felt that he had always been wrong, and he was very wrong.

If he didn't love her, he wouldn't have so much heartache;

If he didn't love her, he wouldn't have been hurt repeatedly by such a little woman, and he would be deceived and betrayed again and again, and would continue.

So Lin Yitong... is enough.

By the time he arrived, his eyes had changed completely. He clenched the hair of the man on the ground and began to tear her bathrobe. The cold and deep eyes scared Lin Yitong. Her little hand suddenly stopped him, and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "What are you going to do..."

Hosran suddenly waved her hand coldly, and the fragile little finger bone hit the wall, causing trembling pain!

He tore the bathrobe out of the pain and choked, "No, Siran, don't do this...", but she still couldn't change the fate of the bathrobe being torn to pieces by him. She screamed, her beautiful body was exposed to his eyes naked. The next moment she felt the big palm that was clenched with her hair loosened, and then she tightly grabbed her neck!!

The fierce force pinched her small head and was forced to tilt up, enduring his violence in an extremely desperate posture.

Under the joints where the blue veins were bulging, there were already a purple-green bruise.

Hosran began to touch her slightly arched chest. The fierce force and unscrupulous coldness ignited her. Her fingertips were covered with red marks, and her humble and unstruggled posture was like a prostitute who was casually played with by a man! Especially when he coldly held one of her bright knees and spread them apart, stretched out his hand and pierced her dry body!!

"I tell you, Lin Yitong..." Huo Siran bowed his head, murmured at her with cold eyes sobbing and bloody at her, "From now on, there is nothing to want, and there is no reason. You will no longer have the right to say no to me... When I want you, I will open my legs and ask me for it... This is the whole meaning of your future..."

Love hurts too much and is too miserable, so he simply doesn't love him anymore.

At least at this moment, he didn't want to love her any longer.

The thick fingers buried deep inside her domineeringly, making the inner wall hurt and burning. Lin Yitong raised her head and didn't lift it up in one breath. She was so stung by the last few words that he couldn't speak. Her left chest seemed to be penetrated by a sharp weapon, and a string of hot tears fell down.

His little hand pressed his big palm tightly, as if he was surviving.

She had never imagined what hell would look like, but at this moment, she seemed to have seen it in this suffocation and severe pain.

All the reason in Hosran's mind was gone, and his cold eyes were staring at her, like a god sitting in the world with black wings spreading in the darkness.

Everything afterwards began to lose control.

She pinched her neck tightly and controlled her to prevent her from moving. Her thick fingers quickly and fiercely pierced into her body!! Her legs were trembling and closed and clamped, and she kicked them away, pressing her knees against her so that she could no longer close!!! Her face was pale and hoarse, "Siran...... It hurts so much..."

She was broken inside, and her fingers stabbed in and touched the flesh and blood like a needle.

Hosran's bloodthirsty and cold eyes slowly moved to her face: "...it hurts?"

The big palm that pinched her neck slowly relaxed. Just as she was about to breathe, she was about to breathe, and a fierce slap in the face "Pan!" was swept on her face loudly!!! In the buzzing sound of her head, amid the sharp and stinging pain that was full of fire and face, Hoss suddenly turned red and bowed his head and asked, "Does it still hurt now?"

Only by being cruel to her will he feel a little better.

The slim man lay half naked on the ground, opening his legs in the most humiliating posture, and was stabbed by him, covering half of her face in a mess.

She trembled violently, and her breathing was choked by the extreme soreness, so stiff that she could not move.
Chapter completed!