"The painting is gone. What's the use of knowing who it is?”Leng Yiran said lightly as if she did not care about the painting. She unnaturally shook off his hand and walked back to the door.
Yin Mohan looked at Leng Yiran's back as she left, and a cruel glint flashed across his eyes. Even if she didn't say it, he knew who it was.。
As soon as she entered, Leng Yiran saw Zhong Lin standing in the living room. She pretended to be concerned and asked,""Ran Ran, what's wrong? Are you alright? You're all wet. Hurry up and wash up and change your clothes, or you'll catch a cold.”
Leng Yiran glanced at Zhong Lin with her sharp eyes and ignored her. She walked to the stairs on the second floor and said in a gentle and cold voice that sounded like a bleak wind,""If you can't guarantee that Han will love you forever, I advise you not to provoke me. I won't pursue the matter of that painting anymore." With that, she walked back to the bedroom. Zhong Lin was left alone in the living room.
Zhong Lin's vicious gaze was fixed on the closed door of Leng Yiran's room. She clenched her fists and pursed her red lips. She muttered fiercely,""Leng Yiran, I'm going to make you regret your attitude towards me today.”
Leng Yiran walked into the bathroom and changed out of her wet clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror and tilted her body slightly, exposing the ugly mark. Taking a deep breath, she slowly touched the brand on her right shoulder blade with her left hand. The scar no longer hurt, but why was her heart still hurting so much? She probably would never forget the cruelty he had done to her. When she thought of his cruelty, the image of his nervous expression at the beach flashed across her mind. At that moment, he seemed to care about her very much and was afraid of losing her. She shook her head. She must have seen wrongly. He would never be worried about her. To her, his concern was her wishful thinking. When the bathtub was filled to the brim, Leng Yiran stepped into the bathtub with her slender and fair legs and lay down slowly. She closed her eyes and thought about whether she should draw another portrait of him. Otherwise, she was afraid that she would be very sad in the future. This time, she would paint him as gentle, even if that was the way he looked at Lan Xue, even if that gentle look would never belong to her.
As soon as Yin Mohan returned to the living room, he took off his wet shirt, revealing his beautiful muscles and lines. Zhong Lin looked at his perfect figure in amazement. Although it was not the first time she saw it, it still made her blush and her heart race. She quickly handed over the towel, but Yin Mohan threw it on the ground. Zhong Lin felt extremely uneasy. Could it be that he knew that she had thrown away the painting?
"I only keep smart women by my side, but you did what I think is the stupidest thing. Perhaps I hope that you will treat her this way, but this also means that no matter how you treat her today, the consequences will be terrible in the future. Remember, other than me, no one can hurt her. You are the person I allow to hurt her, but you are also the person I want to repay on her behalf.”She said coldly. Her voice was sexy and as cold as Leng Yiran's.
Zhong Lin did not understand for a moment and asked in a daze,"What?"
Yin Mohan snorted coldly, and the corner of his left mouth curled up."In other words, I allow you to hurt her, but I won't let anyone else who hurts her off easily.”After saying that, she walked into the bathroom.
"I didn't hurt her." This was the only excuse Zhong Lin could think of. Her voice was weak and pitiful.
"Lying in front of me is an even greater crime.”After saying that, he ignored Zhong Lin.
Zhong Lin sat on the ground, still digesting Yin Mohan's words. Did she offend him…A chill ran down her spine, chilling her to the bone.
After taking a shower, Yin Mohan walked into Leng Yiran's bedroom and found her sitting on a chair. Opposite her was a drawing board with a piece of drawing paper. There were only a few strokes on the paper. She sat on the chair and didn't notice Yin Mohan. It was only when the familiar scent of cologne entered her nose that she snapped back to her senses and looked up at him.
"Why aren't you drawing anymore?" His gentle and affectionate tone made it seem as if she was his true love.
"I was thinking about how you looked when you were gentle, but as I thought about it, I felt a little sad.”Leng Yiran said truthfully. She couldn't picture his gentle appearance. Lan Xue's presence was in every picture of his gentleness, and she couldn't ignore it.
"What are you sad about?" Yin Mohan raised his eyebrows, indicating that he didn't understand.
"You won't understand." Leng Yiran flatly rejected his question.
"If you don't say it, how would you know? I won't understand.”She continued to ask. Yin Mohan didn't like the feeling of not being able to control her emotions.
"You've never been gentle to me." He sighed and said with some resentment. She didn't mention the reason for the blue snow.
Yin Mohan chuckled and suddenly kissed her gently on the lips. "Is this considered being gentle to you?”
Leng Yiran was stunned. She looked at him blankly and smiled. In the end, he still did not understand what she meant by gentleness.。
"What are you laughing at?" He asked curiously, looking very innocent. At this moment, he did not feel any sense of danger. She did not expect him to have such a cute side.
"I'm not laughing at anything." Leng Yiran was still smiling, but her eyes had already turned into crescents.
"Still laughing?" Yin Mohan raised his right eyebrow and suddenly hugged Leng Yiran, kissing her lips fiercely. His large hand reached into the collar of her pajamas and rubbed her delicate body. Leng Yiran's mind was blank at this moment. Her body also responded to his teasing and she moaned softly.
He looked up at Leng Yiran's lustful eyes and asked teasingly,""Is this gentle enough? Do you want to continue?”
Leng Yiran was disappointed by his departure. Her eyelashes fluttered under her eyes and she pouted unhappily.
"Say it, do you want to continue?" Yin Mohan whispered in her ear.
"Mhm... Hurry up." Leng Yiran said shyly. She could no longer care about the restraint that a woman should have. She only desired more.
Yin Mohan chuckled, feeling satisfied with her impatience. His lips gently brushed across every part of her body, making her gasp.
"Ran Ran, open your eyes and look at me. This gentleness belongs to you alone.”He gently breathed into Leng Yiran's ear, as if teasing and seducing her.
Leng Yiran opened her hazy eyes and met his gray eyes that were also filled with lust. Yes, at this moment, he belonged to her and only to her. He smiled contentedly and said lightly,"That's enough. I'll remember it." I won't forget it for the rest of my life."
Was this love? She would sink endlessly into his gentleness. Even though she understood that his gentleness was built on the basis of sex, she was still willing to give it up. If falling in love with a devilish man was such a painful and blissful thing, if she knew that she would be in so much pain when she was five years old, would she still choose to fall in love with him like a moth flying into a flame? After all, he was a blooming poppy. Falling in love with him would be addictive. He always made her feel like she was on a roller coaster, rushing down and up from the peak. Her heart was beating because of him. Without him, she no longer knew what the meaning of life was. She could never take back her love for him. How was she going to sort out her uncontrollable love?
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