C1 You Want to Get It Yourself

The rain was heavy, and the dark night sky was cut open by purple lightning. In the top villa district, outside a villa, a delicate figure stood. Her hair and clothes were wet by the rain, making her look extremely miserable.

Sheng Chulu stood outside Mo Tingxi's villa. Her legs were soft, and her heart felt cold. This was probably the feeling of dying in her heart.

She had already stood in front of the glass door for half an hour. Half an hour later, she was staring at the tall, elegant, and carefree figure on the sofa in the living room.

She did not move, and the people inside did not move either. It was as if they could not sense each other's existence. Just like that, they remained in a stalemate for half an hour. . .

Pain spread across Sheng Chulu's pretty and clean face. Her beautiful brows were tightly knitted. Sheng Chulu took a deep breath and in the end, she still pushed open the spotless glass door.

Under the light, Sheng Chulu could clearly see her reflection on the glass door. She was in a sorry state.

Sheng Chulu suddenly gave a self-deprecating sneer. With the sound of her high heels, she walked reluctantly to the front of the sofa.

From the door to the front of the sofa, there was a shallow water mark on the smooth floor along the way. Sheng Chulu's entire body was drenched from head to toe.

On the sofa, the lazy figure did not look back after hearing the footsteps.

Her slender fingers elegantly shook the red wine cup in her hand. The red liquid should have been very beautiful. However, when it was reflected in Sheng Chulu's eyes, she felt that the color was extremely strange.

A cold laugh was heard from his tall back. His low and magnetic voice was filled with a sinister and eerie feeling that made one's hair stand on end. It was extremely pleasant and terrifying.

"Sheng Chulu, you are late. "

This devil-like voice was bewitching and threatening. These few simple words made Sheng Chulu's body tremble and her legs soften.

"I. . . I'm sorry, Mr. Mo. "

Sheng Chulu mumbled twice, but in the end, she did not manage to distinguish anything and only said that she was sorry.

But what exactly did she do wrong to him?!

Sheng Chulu's heart scoffed. It was really ironic.

The man on the sofa stood up and turned to look at Sheng Chulu with his long and slender legs. Under his cold gaze, there was an unusually cold and handsome face. Under the hair on his forehead was his cold eyes. His gaze was very terrifying.

Sheng Chulu's body trembled under his stare. She wanted to escape but her legs were powerless and she could not escape either. In fact, she could not escape. She could not. . .

For Lian Haoran, she had to stay. . . She had to stay!

The way he stared at Sheng Chulu was like a lion staring at its prey. He stared at her as if he wanted to skin her alive.

Almost at the moment when Sheng Chulu was lost in thought, he came to her side and looked down at her from above. His slender fingers pinched Sheng Chulu's chin, forcing her to look at him.

His deep voice was cold and sinister. His thin lips formed a ruthless arc and there was a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth. "Look who this is. Isn't this Miss Sheng who was extremely aloof a few days ago? Why did she come here? Hmm? "

When he said this, Mo Tingxi deliberately turned his head to Sheng Chulu's ear. Hot air gushed out from his hot breath and sprayed onto Sheng Chulu's ear. After that, his thin lips brushed past Sheng Chulu's ear and Sheng Chulu's body suddenly stiffened.

Her fair and soft fingers were nowhere to be placed. They were tightly held in her palm. She did not even know that her fingertips were embedded in her flesh.

Perhaps it was not that she did not know. It was just that the pain in her body was far less than the pain in her heart right now.

Her entire body was drenched and stiff, and it did not affect the man's vile actions at all. It even ignited some kind of abnormal desire and desire in his heart. A big palm with clear bones wrapped around Sheng Chulu's soft waist. With a sudden pull, Sheng Chulu fell into Mo Tingxi's arms.

Sheng Chulu was shocked by this sudden action and could not help but groan. Immediately, Mo Tingxi's low and nasty laughter rang in her ears, "Sheng Chulu, your voice is quite nice. Call me a few more times. "

Sheng Chulu almost cried out. The veins on her forehead were tightly exposed on her white skin. She gritted her teeth and no matter how Mo Tingxi teased her, she did not make a sound and allowed the pair of big hands to willfully light the fire on her body.

Sheng Chulu cried. When Mo Tingxi carried her up to the second floor, her vision was blurred by her tears.

Two hours later. . .

On the second floor, on the big white bed.

Sheng Chulu curled up at the foot of the bed. She used the white blanket to tightly wrap herself. On the spot where the sheets were exposed, a red plum blossom bloomed. . .

Under the impact of the red and white colors, the red was so glaring.

This was Sheng Chulu's shame and Sheng Chulu almost curled up the corner of her mouth as if she had nothing left to live for. She smiled sadly at the person sitting on the sofa, but her tone was neither servile nor overbearing. Her voice was as clean and pleasant as it used to be, but it was filled with endless sadness and vicissitudes. "Mo Tingxi, she said. You have already gotten what you want. Where is the thing that I want? "

On the sofa, Mo Tingxi's cold face had a bloodthirsty smile. He was like a devil, sitting there. His eyes were fixed on Sheng Chulu's face. Under the black robe was his almost perfect figure. He curled his lips and sneered.

He slightly pulled the corner of his mouth, and his voice was as cold and ruthless as before. He casually picked up the document bag on the coffee table and waved it in front of him. His movements were calm, noble, and elegant, but they were filled with hatred. Mo Tingxi raised his eyebrows and sneered. "It's right here. If you want it, come and get it yourself. "

"You!!" Sheng Chulu looked down at herself. There was only one blanket on her body. Her eyes swept across the floor. Her clothes had already been torn apart by the sound of the cloth being torn and turned into a pile of rags.

She sighed slightly and pursed her red and swollen lips. She lowered her head and stared at the document bag in Mo Tingxi's hand. "It is not convenient for me to get up. You. . . Mr. Mo, can you find me some clothes?"

The corner of Mo Tingxi's mouth rose slightly and he narrowed his eyes. His dark eyes swept across the woman's smooth jade-like shoulders. He looked down all the way until the place where the woman's chest was connected to the blanket. He gave a nasty sneer. "Is it necessary? How can I not see it on you? If you want it, come and get it yourself. Otherwise, I'll burn it! "

After saying that, Mo Tingxi's cold and malicious smile became even deeper. He casually picked up the lighter. With a "Cha," a flame lit up from the lighter.

On the exquisite silver lighter, there was a beautiful flame, but this beauty made Sheng Chulu cry out loudly, "No!"

Sheng Chulu did not even think about it and rolled off the bed barefooted. The pain from sitting on the bed just now was not that intense. With such a move, she only felt pain and powerlessness all over her body. The blanket under her feet moved and with a bang, Sheng Chulu, along with the blanket, fell to the ground.