Yibo raised his dry eyes with difficulty and swallowed the blood in his mouth to moisten his sore throat, saying slowly with one word at a time "I regret it. Xiao Zhan, I will not forgive you. You cheated on me. Damn! You slept with another woman. Don't touch me, you are dirty and you make me sick!" Yibo thought he could finish these words indifferently, but at last he still lost control of his emotions. Fortunately, he coukd no longer shed any more tears, so there were only anger and ferocity on his face. He would never show his true heart and let it be trampled anymore, so that he wouldn't feel heartbroken and painful
Zhan slowly laughed with a crazy smile on his face and was like a beast wanting to tear its prey apart. There was no sense in his eyes, only vindictive indifference "I'm dirty? What about you? You had a bastard with that bitch Su Yan! Aren't you dirty? Tell me you call me dirty!" Zhan's words deeply hurt yibo. If there still was one part in his bloody heart that hadn't been broken, that would be the guilt for his son, but Zhan even destroyed the last thing he cherished and broke his whole heart
Yibo couldn't believe that such a vicious man would be the one who put the ring on his fingers that day. Was he blinded! Driven beyond endurance, yibo finally swore and shouted "Xiao Zhan, you bastard! How can you scold xiaochu like this? Beast! Beast! Get away, get the hell out of here! Get...." Before yibo finished his words, he was interrupted by a loud slap in his face
Zhan's voice, cold as if it was form the depths of hell, came into yibo's ears "you want me to go away, but I won't. You don't want me to touch you, but I will! Wang yibo, you can only be mine for the rest of your life" finishing his words, Zhan sneered and took off his tie and tied yibo's wrists to the pillar at the head of the bed. Then before yibo recovered from the slap, Zhan tore his sweater open. The only thing that yibo coukd move was his tongue. He hated Zhan and wanted to curse him a beast
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Zhan bowed his head and bit his tongue. It was not a kiss, but a retaliatory bite with all his strength. It was not saliva that wet their lips, but disgusting blood. In the night when the cold wind was blowing yibo felt so painful and broke out in a cold sweat. When he was finally released, he didn't even have a chance to catch his breath before Zhan grabbed his waist, turned him over and pressed him under his body
Yibo opened his mouth wanted to scold, but he was chocked with a mouthful of blood and began to cough. When his body was torn apart without any preparation, yibo was really in excruciating pain. Blood flew out from his mouth. He trembled and bit the sheets with all his strength to relieve the tingling pain. But Zhan had lost his mind and all his movement were not for pleasure, but for torturing yibo
Even if yibo clenched his teeth, he couldn't help crying out and the bleeding in his mouth was getting worse. The sheets under him were soon covered in red. It didn't take long before he lost his consciousness and even could hardly feel zhan's retaliatory torture. He gradually felt dizzy and his mother's pleading look seven years ago suddenly appeared in his mind. Yibo immediately opened his mouth and wanted to cry, but what he cried out were painful groans and continuous coughs choked with blood
Yibo had never felt such a strong desire to pass out, but Zhan tortured him so violently,even if he passes out, he would wake up from the pain again and again. Then yibo came into a trance where he almost lost his consciousness but couldn't be blacked out. That night was as long as a lifetime. When Zhan stopped, yibo felt that he was really dying with pain and his body was numb "even if I die, I will drag you down with me"
That was zhan's last words before ending his terrifying violence, still cold and ruthless without any warmth, just like yibo's cold body at that time. Yibo felt frozen and his heart was dead. When he woke up the next day, a familiar and pungent smell of disinfectant poured into his nose. Yibo choked and coughed, turning his head and spraying out blood directly on the sheets
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