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But it was too late. She screamed and was pulled over by him again. Lu Yicheng could pick her up with one arm around his waist and put her on the wide basin beside him.

Before he could even resist, the bathrobe on his body was already torn apart and her perfect curves appeared before his eyes.

Ren Weiyan was embarrassed, "Lu Yicheng!"

He did not say a word and simply threw the bathrobe on the ground. His legs clamped onto her feet that were suspended in the air, and he immediately moved forward to kiss her lips.

That kiss was extremely predatory, without any hint of gentleness. It was as if it was only for the sake of venting.

Weiyan's hand was on his chest, but her whole body was under his control. Other than being forced to raise her head and accept this kiss, she had no other choice.

After massaging her red lips repeatedly, he pushed his way in and pried open her white teeth to sweep away the fragrance from her mouth.

Such an ambiguous atmosphere and such intimate actions made it hard for Weiyan to enjoy his sudden closeness.

His kiss was angry, so it was not gentle, even rude.

His hands moved up and down her graceful body, each stroke very hard. She felt her whole body begin to ache, but even more painful was the fact that he pushed her backwards, then opened her legs. Without any foreplay, he entered her without any pity.

"Ah!" She cried out in pain.

Both of his hands gripped his shoulders, and he was on the verge of tears. However, Lu Yicheng still continued his actions, slamming into him again and again without any emotion. Desire, everything was for the sake of venting his anger.

It was as if she treated Ren Weiyan like a puppet without any feelings.

She held him with both hands. Her face was twisted into a frown. The initial pain gradually subsided. Lu Yicheng suddenly turned her body over so that she could lie on the sink with his back facing him.

She panicked. She did not know much about these so-called 'positions', but she still knew the word 'latter'.

"Don't …"

Before she could finish, Lu Yicheng had already recklessly entered her body again. That place was instantly stuffed up again. Her snow-white breasts were squeezed into the ice-cold sink. He had already entered her body in a condescending manner. While she was moving, she was coldly looking at the miserable state she was in.

The anger in his heart had been reduced by quite a bit. He moved even faster and more forcefully. Weiyan gritted her teeth and endured, her hands clinging to the edge of the sink.

"Ren Weiyan, you're really despicable."

After an unknown amount of time, the anger in his heart completely vented and he finally left. He didn't even give the exhausted Ren Weiyan a single glance.

There was not a single strand of hair on her body. That place was extremely red and swollen, and bruise marks covered her entire body. When she propped up the table by the sink, her entire body was trembling.

When his feet finally touched the ground, his body suddenly went limp and fell onto the wet ground. He used all his strength to wrap the bathrobe around himself.

Lu Yicheng could always make her feel desperate in various ways. With the bathrobe covering her head, she lied on the floor in the bathroom and didn't get up.

She hid under the small bathrobe. Her whole body was cold and the ground was wet, but she didn't seem to have any reaction. The October weather made her unable to endure this kind of cold, but Lu Yicheng could.

Her face, on the other hand, was calm, and those silent tears seemed to be just an illusion. Her expression was almost numb, but her pair of beautiful eyes were filled with a fatal emptiness.