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An Hao was truly frightened by his expression. She wanted to say something to sober Chen Xiyang up a bit and let her go, but her mind was blank, as if she had lost the ability to think.

She didn't know how to beg for mercy at all, so she could only look at Chen Xiyang with teary eyes: "Xi Yang, are you going to hurt me?"

Her voice was trembling with fear …

Chen Xiyang smiled, kissed away the tears on her face: "You know I don't want to hurt you, but why must you provoke me? "Why?"

As he spoke, he reached his hand into her clothes and pinched the skin on her waist with all his might. An Hao cried out in pain, his small face contorting into a frown.

Chen Xiyang twisted her body again, appreciating the expression on her face, which was replaced by pain.

His lower body was pressed tightly against An Hao's lower abdomen, and An Hao could clearly feel the changes in his body. The thing that had rubbed against her hand for almost ten minutes without changing a single bit that day, was currently as hard as iron against her.

Her heart seemed to sink to the bottom in an instant, her eyes wide open as she sunk into a deep despair.

That look of despair had once again provoked Chen Xiyang's curiosity. His hopes had already reached their peak, and he lost his sanity bit by bit. He reached out and forcefully pulled off her clothes.

An Hao was still wearing the red jacket when he went out, it was a sturdy piece of fabric, he was unable to rip it apart even after a few tries, and casually lifted the hem of his clothes to push it up, revealing An Hao's fair upper body.

An Hao was frightened by his actions and started to struggle as if she was losing control. She cried out involuntarily, "Don't touch me … Please... "Don't touch me …"

How could Chen Xiyang not touch it? He grabbed her hands with one hand and pulled out the leather belt on his waist with the other, but at the same time, he felt that the clothes on her neck were not beautiful enough. He got up and pulled An Hao up, then forcibly helped her to take off her clothes.

An Hao's current position was exactly the same as the Xia Lan in the photo. He was kneeling between the sofa and the tea table, his hands tied behind his back, exposing his white back.

Chen Xiyang looked at her infatuatedly, with a sickly smile on his lips. He bent down, stuck out his tongue and licked her tender skin, then extended his hand to undo her bra.

An Hao's body, which was trembling nonstop to begin with, quivered once again. Feeling that it was impossible for her to escape today, she cried and shouted, "Chen Xiyang, kill me.

Chen Xiyang ignored her shouts, and after licking her back for a bit, he suddenly stood up and slapped her back with a loud smack. On her skin, a red whip-like mark immediately appeared.

An Hao was in so much pain that he gasped for a breath of cold air, after screaming out loud, he firmly bit on his lips. valve.

"Haha …" Chen Xiyang laughed out loud. He squinted his eyes and saw the mark and then raised his belt and fiercely whipped it twice.

An Hao could not take the pain anymore, and began to cry. He struggled to beg, "Don't hit me … "I'm begging you …"

Chen Xiyang seemed to have already lost hearing her cries as he once again raised his hand …

An Hao sobbed, "Xi Yang … "I'm afraid of pain …"

Chen Xiyang's hand that was about to fall to the ground suddenly stopped when he heard these words. His mind involuntarily flashed with An Hao's wrinkled little face, and pitifully shook his arm while acting like a spoiled child: "Xi Yang, can you not have an injection? "The injection hurts so much, I'm afraid it'll hurt …"

"Xi Yang, do you think you can let this thorn rot on the tip of your fingers and not pick it out? "It hurts, I'm afraid it hurts …"

"Hey hey hey, don't pinch me, it hurts so much …"

"Xi Yang, can we not have children in the future? "I've told you that giving birth to a child is extremely painful. I'm afraid that I might die from the pain. You know that I'm afraid of pain …"

"Xi Yang, I'm afraid of pain …"

Chen Xiyang's eyes reddened a little, the leather belt in her hands did not fall down, as she begged for mercy while crying, "Please …" Can you stop calling? It really hurts … "I'm afraid of pain …"

Chen Xiyang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the wound on her back and tears flowed out from his eyes. He threw away his belt and reached out to touch the traces on it. "It hurts."

Chen Xiyang touched her skin little by little, as tears dripped onto her skin, "I know you're afraid of pain, but I can't bear to touch you even once. Bed, I mistreat them, is that what I want? I can't help myself, I feel sick every time I'm done, but I can't help myself. What do you want me to do? "

His voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself. An Hao pursed her lips to listen to him, and her tears seemed to surge out like water from a water valve.

"I know I'm a pervert, but so what? I gave you all my gentleness, you like my sunshine a bit brighter, I laugh for you to see, you like me a bit gentler, I always maintain gentleness, you like what I become, is that not enough proof that I love you? Why do you doubt my love for you? Why are you separated from me? "

His voice sounded extremely depressed, and An Hao felt his chest suffocating, and couldn't help but cry.

"Don't cry." Chen Xiyang said softly: "What are you crying for? When you cry, I feel pain. "

An Hao cried even more loudly than before, she could not even keep her voice in check, "Chen Xiyang … "Why do you want this?"

"I don't know either." Chen Xiyang raised his hand and caressed her hair, an extremely gentle smile appearing on his face: "Perhaps it's because men are unable to control their desires. Look, I can't bear to mistreat you, so I can only mistreat others. "

An Hao was stunned, following that, she cried her heart out.

As Chen Xiyang listened, his trembling hands untied the sleeves tied around her wrist and he softly said, "Forgive me for losing control today. Maybe I told you countless lies, but I love you for not wanting to hurt you."

He stood up and left.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, An Hao finally relaxed his body and slid down to the ground, crying loudly.

The phone on the sofa started to sing. It took An Hao a while to realise that someone was calling her. The weakness of her legs almost made her fall back down on the sofa.

She reached for the phone and saw the familiar name.

She sniffed, took a deep breath, and pressed the button.

Lin Lang immediately recognized that something was wrong with her voice, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." An Hao sniffed again: What are you calling me for?