Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

She covered her head with the quilt, trying to deceive herself that she didn't hear anything, but the knocking on the door became louder and louder, making it impossible to ignore.

She got up angrily, opened the door, and said in an aggressive tone, "Qin Siyu, are you done yet?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, she saw the man rushing towards her. She was unable to avoid him and was hugged by him.

He was a tall man of over 1.9 meters, and he pressed his whole body on top of her. Shen Nuo almost fell down, but luckily he caught the door in time.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the vague smell of women's perfume made Shen Nuo stunned for a moment, but there was no emotion in his heart, only the impatience of being disturbed.

"Qin Siyu, get up and drive away, don't drink like crazy!"

"Nuo'er," the man's handsome face rubbed against her neck, and the scent became more obvious: "Nuo'er..."

He kept calling her name, as if he was tireless.

Shen Nuo couldn't push him away, and felt driven out of her mind: "Qin Siyu, can you get up? I don't have time to make trouble with you, I want to rest!"

The man still held her tightly and wouldn't let go.

Shen Nuo narrowed his eyes dangerously and sneered: "You asked for this!"

As he spoke, he raised his leg and kicked the man's key parts mercilessly.

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly raised his hand to stop her legs.

"Noer," the man's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, his voice was hoarse and sexy: "Destroy it, what will you do in the future?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Shen Nuo said expressionlessly, "Why, stop pretending?"

The man is silent.

"Get off!" Shen Nuo pulled back his legs and pushed him with his hand.

Qin Siyu lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms.

The woman was wearing a thin nightgown, slender but sexy, with a palm-sized face that was clear and indifferent, and as stunning as a hibiscus.

"Don't you smell anything?" he asked.

"What are you referring to?" Shen Nuo raised her eyes and glanced at him: "The smell of alcohol? Or the smell of women's perfume?"

The man is silent.

Shen Nuo smiled: "If you want to ask the latter, I can tell you that I smell it, and then what?"

"You just... don't feel anything?"

"How should I feel?" Shen Nuo tilted his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "Could it be that you have found a new prey and can let me go?"

Shen Nuo smiled: "Then I will be very happy."

The waist tightened and Shen Nuo frowned: "You hurt me."

Upon hearing this, the man did not let her go as usual, but laughed softly.

His narrow phoenix eyes reflected a broken and desperate light. He smiled, but there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes.

"Don't even think about it," he stared at her, his deep eyes full of gloomy paranoia, and said word by word, "It's never possible!"

After saying that, he lowered his thin lips and blocked the woman's mouth, which was always unable to speak nicely.

It was useless, his mind was filled with the thought that no matter what he did or how he did it, she would never look back.

The man who no longer deceived himself came to this conclusion, so despair filled his heart, and his movements became more ferocious, gnawing at her lips like a wild beast, as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.

When all the past is evidence of his crime, and when the string on the edge of the cliff is completely cut short, he finally understands that he does not deserve redemption and will not be redeemed.

Because that was the path he chose, and he cut off all his own escape routes.

Now, it's just retribution.

It was him who fell in love with someone he shouldn't have loved.

How can you speak of love when you push someone into hell with your own hands?