perfect life

The torture lasted for an hour and a half.

When Fan Getian came out of the shower, he saw Xia Mingyuan who was horrified on the bed, and his heart ached terribly.Going to the bed and sitting down, brushing away the sweaty hair on his forehead, he asked, "Can you move now? I'll take you to take a bath." The voice was full of tenderness.

"No need. Fan Getian, we're settled."

"..."

"I hurt you so much two years ago, and now I let you do it again. We...we're clear..."

Fan Getian hated himself for still feeling sorry for him at this time - who treated him so excessively back then? !For a hard-hearted person like Xia Mingyuan, doesn't he understand? !He just regarded the sexual incident just now as an apology to himself, and he took it as compensation for the harm he caused two years ago.

He would rather have such a rough thing happen than apologize to himself, he is so cruel!

Fan Getian's fingernails were stuck in the palm of his hand, and he walked out of the room with a pale face without saying a word.

Xia Mingyuan was lying alone on the huge bed, the stickiness of his lower body and the constant gushing of warm liquid let him know that if he didn't stop the bleeding in time, he might die.

He wanted to go to the end of the bed to get his pants and call Chen Qiran, but found that he couldn't even move a finger.

Lying on the bed for a while, when his strength recovered enough to move, Xia Mingyuan turned over forcefully, and then turned over again - he didn't even reach the edge of the bed!

Xia Mingyuan suddenly hated the KINGSIZE bed in the presidential suite.

After turning over again, he finally fell to the floor with a "bang!"The whole body hurts like hell, and the body seems to be falling apart.And the warm feeling in the back acupuncture point became more obvious, and Xia Mingyuan knew that it was more blood loss.

He almost exhausted his whole body's strength, allowing himself to move bit by bit, even though he used his greatest strength, his movements were still slow.It took about ten minutes for him to crawl to the end of the bed, and trembling, he touched the phone...

Gritting her teeth, she concentrated all her strength on her fingers and dialed Chen Qiran's phone number.

"Xiaoran...save, save me...in the presidential suite..."

After hanging up the phone, I passed out, and what I thought before losing consciousness was, Xiaotian, just hate me like this, if it makes you happy.

———He Zihan dividing line———

He Zihan didn't see Chen Qiran, Xia Mingyuan and Fan Getian that whole afternoon.

The first session in the afternoon was the English class of the head teacher. The head teacher saw that the seats for the three of them were empty, so he didn't say anything.

The classroom is very quiet, and there are basically no people who study in Incheon Middle School who do not want to go to university.Everyone reads seriously, takes notes, and does homework diligently every day.Until the fourth self-study class in the afternoon, the three of them still haven't come back.