To seduce her

Gao Yuchuan put his hands on both sides of her head and held Shen Yaochu's wrist tightly, making her almost unable to move.

Shen Yaochu struggled a few times, but was firmly controlled by him. She was so embarrassed and angry for a moment: "Gao Yuchuan, let me go!"

Gao Yuchuan lowered his eyes and looked at him like this, his face was terrifyingly gloomy.

Shen Yaochu couldn't move, and his eyes almost burst into flames: "What are you going to do? Gao Yuchuan!"

"Do what needs to be done."

Gao Yuchuan's voice contained no trace of desire, but his hands began to tear.

Shen Yaochu realized what he was going to do and immediately began to resist fiercely: "Let me go, Gao Yuchuan, are you crazy?"

The scene gradually got out of control, and she heard him whisper in her ear: "You said it, I treat you as a prostitute. If that's the case, then I will be a client."

His strength was punitive. He turned her body over and forced her to lie on her back with her back to him. Her face was completely pressed into the soft quilt, and she could hardly breathe.

The next second, she felt him cover her, and her body was forced to bear his weight, and she could only hold on to the quilt feebly, her whole heart clenched.

Gao Yuchuan's knuckled hands pressed down on her struggling and twisting body, and skillfully untied the restraints under her navel, only pulling them to where he could easily move, and just enough to restrain her.

He lifted her waist, and the distance between the two suddenly became closer.

Shen Yaochu heard the sound of him untying his belt from behind. After a while, her exposed skin felt his rolling approach.

His heavy breathing was right next to her ears, and the heat burned her last expectations and attachment to ashes.

She suddenly gave up her struggle and lay motionless on the bed, letting him manipulate her.

Gao Yuchuan originally needed to use force to suppress her, but she suddenly stopped moving. There was nowhere to release the strength in his hands, and the movement of suppressing her also stopped.

The two bodies were pressed tightly against each other, and if one ignored everything that happened before, it would seem like it was just a fancy foreplay between grown men and women.

But they all know that's not the case.

He suddenly felt Shen Yaochu's body shaking silently.

she cried.

Shen Yaochu's extremely disappointed voice came from the empty room.

"Every time you are so drunk, you go to bed with me." Shen Yaochu choked and shed tears, and her salty tears wet the snow-white quilt.

"So why do you want to sleep with me if you love Mu Yi'an? Aren't you afraid that Mu Yi'an will be sad? Which woman can accept a man saying he loves her while sleeping with another woman?" She paused and asked: " Gao Yuchuan, you really love Yi'an, right? If you really love Yi'an, don't do this."

The only sounds in the room were Gao Yuchuan's heavy breathing of suppressed desire and Shen Yaochu's pitiful sobs.

Shen Yaochu's words made Gao Yuchuan silent. After a long time, he turned over and lay next to Shen Yaochu.

The storm that was about to fall finally stopped.

Shen Yaochu felt that the weight on her body was gone, and Gao Yuchuan let her go.

The wrist that had been buckled still hurt, and his belt buckle pressed against her lower back. It must have been for a long time, and there was also a numb pain.

Compared with the discomfort in her body, the suffocating feeling in her heart was more intolerable to her.

When he went crazy, only mentioning Mu Yi'an could calm him down.

Shen Yaochu felt aggrieved and unwilling.

Her more than two years were really nothing.

She once thought that she could accept that he just liked her body. She even shamelessly wanted to use her body to keep him, so in that matter, she always tried her best to cooperate with his various whims.

But the facts have proved that she can't, she will gradually become greedy, and eventually be doomed.

Gao Yuchuan's breathing calmed down, and he rubbed his hair, making a rustling sound.

Shen Yaochu heard his deep voice, probably out of guilt.

"sorry."

A touch of hoarseness, revealing emotions that are incomprehensible.

sorry for what?

Are you sorry for treating her rudely, or are you sorry for not loving her?