There was a thorn in his words.

An icy temperature spread from Han Yurou's heart, like a basin of cold water, pouring from head to toe.

This was the first time Rong Jincheng lost his temper with her.

Yes, this was just the beginning, he was impatient.

"Han Yurou, do you know what you should do? Huh?" Rong Jincheng wiped his face clean and came over to her, "I'll teach you how to please a man."

With that said, Rong Jincheng grabbed her hand and pressed it on his belt.

He has no interest in the daughter of a good family, and Han Yurou is the first daughter of a wealthy family he has played with.

From a wealthy lady to a prostitute, he found this stark contrast very interesting, very interesting.

In the eyes of outsiders, Han Yurou is dignified, elegant, intellectual, and a rare goddess, but in his bed, she is still very romantic.

Han Yurou subconsciously withdrew her hands. She struggled to break away from Rong Jincheng and put her hands behind her back.

Her big eyes were filled with water drops and misty, as if she would cry at any time.

But she gritted her teeth and didn't let herself cry.

"Don't want to learn?" Rong Jincheng said in a flirtatious tone, "Okay, if you don't want to learn, you won't learn. If you make me uncomfortable by serving you, get out of here at any time."

This cake aroused all his anger.

Show him your face?

I don’t even want to see if I have the ability.

"Rong Jincheng, maybe I owed you in my previous life, so you tortured me like this." At the beginning of all this, it was obvious that she was the victim.

"I didn't give you money?"

"Heh." There was a sad chill at the corner of Han Yurou's mouth, Qian...

He really regarded her as a young lady for sale.

"Han Yurou, you're already in trouble, so don't pretend to be a virgin in front of me. It won't do you any good." Rong Jincheng warned her.

"When will you really let me go?"

"It depends on my mood."

There was a hint of coldness at the corner of Rong Jincheng's mouth, let go? This is the beginning, how to let go?

He has not yet let her experience the feeling of falling from the sky to the bottom.

Han Yurou's face was ashen and bloodless, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating, without any feeling.

"Go and make me a cake. Yes, it should be exactly the same as the one just now." Rong Jincheng ordered.

Han Yurou did not take a step forward.

Rong Jincheng's cold eyes were still on her face, staring and forcing her.

In the end, Han Yurou compromised...

She dragged her tired body to the kitchen to make cakes.

Exactly the same cake, what he said, she could only do.

Rong Jincheng loosened the tie around his neck, hey, what kind of woman would he want in the capital from now on?

A woman like Han Yurou who is like a dead fish in bed should be thrown away when she has had enough fun.

There will be a day, and it won't be too late.

It was still raining outside, and Han Yurou was hiding in the kitchen, her fingers trembling all the time.

The sky was gloomy, and her heart was as gloomy as ink, without any color.

The cake will be ready soon.

She has always been very good at making these things.

"Master Rong, cake." Han Yurou held the plate to him with an expressionless face.

Rong Jincheng put down the newspaper in his hand and took a look. Sure enough, they were exactly the same.

"Miss Han's hands are really skillful, please let me eat."

Han Yurou bit her lip.

It took a long time before she whispered: "Please give me a little taste."

"Now you know how to please me? You know how to feel sorry for me? Good boy, I feel sorry for you too." Rong Jincheng reached out and patted her face.
Chapter completed!