C15 No Longer Soft-hearted

"I hate your people, but I miss your taste." In the next moment, he covered Lin Han'er's mouth with his own. Lin Han'er felt as if she was surrounded by a blazing fire. Her icy cold was being slowly devoured.

"Damn it, let go of me!" Gritting his teeth, Xing Moyang pressed his hands against Xing Yuyuan's chest. Lin Han'er, on the other hand, didn't know that her expression was a soul-eating bewitching one for Xing Mo Yang.

"Ah …" Lin Han'er had been pressed down onto the table by Xing Mo Yang, the wounds on her back cruelly inflicted by the cold table.

"Don't worry, this is the main show." Xing Mo Yang loved the time when he was torturing Lin Han'er. He firmly wrapped himself around her. I miss you, baby. " He had forgotten that Lin Han'er was the enemy he wanted to take revenge on. At this moment, all he wanted to do was take good care of her.

"Let go, you bastard." Qin Lie's fist smashed into Xing Moyang's body, but the spasmodic feeling coming from the heart of the flower made her go completely crazy.

"Mm …" "Ahh!" "The voice drifting out from her mouth made Lin Han'er feel ashamed. As she thought about Du Huagang's face, tears began to flow from the corners of her eyes.

"You're crying? The first time, haha … "Lin Han'er, I want you to remember this humiliation through your entire life." Smiling, Xing Moyang took out his cell phone from his pocket and pressed the shutter button with his other hand.

Lin Han'er's pupils suddenly contracted. Seeing the evil smile on Xing Mo Yang's face and the movements of his hands, her heart completely stopped beating.

"Shameless." Forgetting the pain in her back and the spasm in her lower body, Lin Han'er stretched out her leg and kicked Xing Mo Yang to the ground.

Seeing Lin Han'er stand up from the table, Xing Mo Yang pulled up his pants with a cold expression. He walked up to her with a look of disgust on his face, his eyes as haughty as a queen's.

"Shameless." The phone under his feet had been broken into pieces under the heavy impact. Lin Han'er loathed the air, and the desire to kill was everywhere. She tossed her hair and left the study without looking back.

Xing Moyan froze for a moment. When the sound of the door opening reached her ears, she suddenly smiled slightly.

"I forgot, my little Snowflake. She's always been a cold beauty." As he spoke softly, he noticed that there was a memory card on his damaged phone. Xing Moyang patted himself on the back, chuckling as he stood up.

"Snowflake, you won't be able to escape my punishment in the end."

Arriving at the doorway, Xing Mo Yang opened the door and followed Lin Han'er out of the study.

After leaving the study, Lin Han'er felt somewhat sad. A warm stream of water slid down her back, and she knew it must be a laceration.

After walking all the way to the end of the corridor, Lin Han'er pushed open the door to her room. She saw Du Sheng sitting on the bed, waiting for her return.

The worried look on her lover's face moved Lin Han'er's heart greatly.

"Han, where did he go?" Du Sheng said worriedly. After seeing her leave with Xing Moyan, his heart was once again filled with anxiety. Even though Xing Xuan was chatting with him, his heart had left with Lin Han'er.

"It's nothing. I'll accompany you in your fight." Lin Han'er didn't want Du Sheng to know about her relationship with Xing Moyang.

"Fight? "Han, your wounds haven't healed yet."

The reproach in Du Sheng's words warmed his cold heart. However, she was no longer a woman worth loving.

Just as Lin Han'er was reprimanding herself, the door to her room was gently opened. She looked up to see a cold expression on Xing Mo Yang's face. Once again, her heart sank.

"Is it done? You're just leaving? " He passed directly by Du Xiangyang's side and stood angrily in front of her.

"I don't know what's the matter?" Lin Han'er did her best to suppress her anger, ignoring Xing Mo Yang's deliberate actions to make things difficult for her. However, the man in front of her didn't seem to let her off easily. When the tearing pain came again, his shoulders were already lifted.

"..." "Hiss …" The pain from her body caused Lin Han'er to emit a small sound. She raised her watery eyes to look at Xing Mo Yang, and she discovered that there was something in his eyes that seemed to originate from a third emotion.

"Mr. Xing, Han's injury hasn't healed yet. Can I accompany you?"

Du Sheng thought that Xing Mo Yang hadn't had his fill of fun fighting with Lin Han'er, so he volunteered to fight with him and let go of his injured and injured lover.

The mocking laughter spread out in all directions. In his eyes, there was nothing that he couldn't get, unless it was something he didn't want. The woman in front of him was someone he despised, a woman who he wanted revenge on. But he wanted Lin Han'er to yield beneath him, and he wanted the people around her to receive the same punishment.

"You'll accompany me? I'm afraid there's nothing you can do about it! "

Sneering coldly, Xing Mo Yang walked in front of Du Sheng. For the first time, he placed his hand on the shoulder of the person he thought was arrogant, using his ice-cold voice to trample on their pride.

"This woman is mine."

The voice was as light as a feather, but it created a loud rumble in the seemingly quiet room. Lin Han'er instantly collapsed, no longer calm. She rushed to Xing Mo Yang's side, waving a hand to give him a circle.

The blood on his shoulders seeped into the leather clothes with tiny pores, and also flowed down from his pants, which were pressed against his skin, to the ground.

"You bastard …" "You bastard …" Lin Han'er's near collapse voice exploded inside the house. She didn't dare to walk to the nearby Du Xiangyang, who had his head lowered. However, he had used his keen perception to feel that Du Xiangyang had become ice-cold. It was a feeling of despair, and there was no reason for him to continue living.

"Haha, is that so? Hate? "This is what you deserve …" While dodging Lin Han'er's attacks, Xing Moyang continued to mock her.

Lin Han'er's hand trembled in anger, her steps no longer listening to her commands. Because she had lost too much blood, she finally collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

Before his line of sight disappeared, Du Sheng left the room with a dejected expression. Xing Moyang … She could no longer see.

"..."

Opening her tired eyes, Lin Han'er felt a sense of surrealism as the light purple curtain before her fluttered in the wind. Waves of heat came from her side, making her cold and tense.

"You're awake?" Xing Moyan sat up and gently wrapped her arms around Lin Han'er beside her.

It was originally a pitch-black night, but the silvery moonlight still illuminated Lin Han'er's eyes. Feeling the emptiness in her body, Xing Moyang didn't know what to say.

"You've achieved your goal, haven't you?"

She muttered to herself, but Lin Han'er felt her body shivering. When she was surrounded by the warm blanket and embrace, the blood in her body seemed to be frozen, showing no signs of moving.

"Are you cold?" Xing Moyan's brow creased as she asked this rare question in a gentle voice.

With a cold smile, Lin Han'er shuddered slightly and retreated back into the blanket. The bandages on his body seemed to have been replaced, and the pain from his wound was no longer painful. However, who could treat the pain in their heart?

Xing Mo Yang watched Lin Han'er's expression without saying a word. He suddenly felt that this woman was still ice-cold. It was just that this icy coldness had become even less human.

"Du Sheng has left." Xing Mo Yang didn't sense any emotional fluctuations from her body.

"So what?" Lin Han'er gazed out the window at the bright full moon as she coldly spoke.

Lin Han'er's eyes, which had been focused on the moonlight, were suddenly blocked by darkness. She could see that he was standing in front of her, a hint of anger on his handsome face.

Lin Han'er's slender fingers rested on Xing Mo Yang's sharp cheeks, a charming smile on her face.

"Isn't that what you want?"

"What are you trying to say?" Xing Mo Yang felt his anger roiling. Why did he punish Lin Han'er? In the end, she had actually been the one to change his mood.

Lin Han'er moved her right hand away from his cheek, her ice-cold gaze like the moonlight tonight. Although there was a smile at the corner of his lips, Xing Moyang wasn't able to react at all.

"I mean, you destroyed my feelings, but you still can't destroy my heart." Her weak voice at the start suddenly became cold. Lin Han'er smiled charmingly at Xing Mo Yang without a shred of fear.

Perhaps, without Du Xiangyang's promotion, she would not hesitate to rebel against the man in her body.

"Woman, I like you to be like this." Xing Mo Yang stretched out his hand to pull away Lin Han'er's blanket, and the tempting sight before him made him forget that she was still injured. Without warning, he rushed into the place he wanted to go.

"Mm …"

The two under the moonlight were entangled together, unwilling to admit defeat. Only when the bright red blood soaked Lin Han'er's body once more did Xing Mo Yang walk out from his lust.

"I want to punish you, but I don't want you to die!" Xing Mo Yang's voice had become sexy due to his lust. Lin Han'er was bullying him slightly as droplets of sweat flashed across her skin.

"Hehe, I won't die. I want to see your retribution."

Lin Han'er's eyes narrowed slightly. Xing Mo Yang's gaze suddenly turned angry, as if he felt a tinge of regret.

"Lin Han'er, I really shouldn't have pitied you." From today onwards, you will not only be my bodyguard, but also my slave. "

In his rage, Xing Mo Yang flipped over and pressed down on Lin Han'er. Ignoring her increasingly transparent face, he continued to wander back and forth in her narrow quarters.