Han Yurou trembled, she didn't know what Rong Jincheng meant by this sentence.

Rong Jincheng looked at her with a headache.

Before my eyes, some broken memories began to appear again. Those memories were painful, cold, and heartbreaking.

The fragments were like needles bit by bit, piercing his heart.

The heart was suddenly ignited again.

His cold hands were still in her clothes, and he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her purple lips.

His actions were violent and almost merciless.

He pried her lips apart and suppressed her breathing.

At this moment, Han Yurou still had no expression, and there was only one feeling left in her senses: pain.

Shoulder pain, jaw pain, heart...ache too.

Rong Jincheng kissed her fiercely and used a lot of strength.

Broken memories kept beating on his head, forcing him to breathe.

This place is not too hidden, and you can hear footsteps from time to time.

Han Yurou didn't want her last bit of dignity to be crushed, so she bit Rong Jincheng's lips: "Don't be here..."

Her voice was very low, pleading and sad.

But, Rong Jincheng heard it.

The devil-like man didn't say anything. He picked her up and walked to the hotel suite.

Along the way, Han Yurou buried her head in a messy scarf, her clothes wet with tears.

She understood the truth that when she had no money and no power, she was just a humble ant.

She couldn't find Rong Jincheng's Wuzhishan.

Although the Rong family is not as good as the Qiao family in the capital, it is by no means worse than the Han family.

But now, the Han family can only rely on others to breathe, lingering and gasping for breath.

As for her, she was just an ant when the building collapsed. Her dignity and tears became the most useless things.

"Han Yurou, your current expression makes me very uncomfortable. Do you don't want to see me, or do you think I didn't take good care of you in bed?" Rong Jincheng looked at the woman in his arms with an ugly face, "If it's the latter, I'll wait.

I will let you know later what is desire, immortality and death."

Rong Jincheng's tone was sharp and his attitude was particularly bad.

However, Han Yurou no longer felt anything.

She didn't know if there would be a worse time in the future, but she knew that at this moment, it was already very bad.

It was so bad that she felt that death was also a kind of happiness.

Kicking open the door to the suite, Rong Jincheng threw Han Yurou onto the big bed.

His body was still cold from the outside and had no temperature.

Han Yurou's head hit the bed and it hurt a lot, but she said nothing and looked at him silently.

Rong Jincheng took off his coat and dug out a bottle of medicine from the hotel drawer. He took out one pill, crushed it, and fed it into Han Yurou's mouth.

Han Yurou shook her head desperately and struggled: "I don't want to eat."

It's a pity that she has never been Rong Jincheng's opponent.

The medicine has no taste, but it gets stuck in the throat and makes it uncomfortable.

"Ahem." She wanted to spit out, "What is this?"

She knew that in their corrupt second-generation rich circle, there were many people secretly smoking prohibited things behind their backs.

She opened her eyes wide in fear.

This thing...

"Things that make you comfortable." Rong Jincheng raised the corners of his lips, pressed on her body, and tore open her clothes, like a trapped animal.

Han Yurou's eyes were full of fear and panic.

Soon, the medicine took effect and she felt hot all over.

She understood that it was an aphrodisiac.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, and she was at the mercy of Rong Jincheng, with a light mist forming in her eyes.

I want to cry, but I can't.
Chapter completed!