After being loved by a yandere, she turned black

A week later.

The night before Su Qingci went to Su's house, he eagerly carried Song Wan back to the room.

Song Wan knew that he would have to deal with the difficult matters of the Su family tomorrow. Although he didn't say it, it could be seen from Su Qingci's frown in the past few days.

The Su family's matter this time is really not a big deal.

Su Qingci didn't take the Su family's incident out on her, but was very affectionate with her.

Both of them are a little overindulged these days.

Song Wan felt weak and limp every day, so Su Qingci asked her to rest at home and wouldn't let her go out. She was also very obedient and didn't want anything to go wrong again.

She has been very docile these days.

Su Qingci threw Song Wan on the big bed somewhat rudely, and began to take off the clothes that were in the way. Song Wan was a little stunned by the throw, and she didn't react yet.

The man rushed towards her.

The clothes on his body were torn to pieces by the man, thrown aside casually, and scattered everywhere.

Song Wan had a gut feeling that something was not right with Su Qingci tonight, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

There was nothing unusual about him except that he was ruder than before.

She still catered to his heat docilely and cooperated with him to indulge in this absurdity of lust.

Both of them were breathing quickly, panting heavily.

There was only a small bedside lamp left in the room, and the warm yellow light shone on their sweat-wet faces.

Full of moisture, ambiguity, and suffocation.

Su Qingci stopped, rubbed the tip of her small nose with the tip of his nose, placed his big palm on the side of her face, and rubbed it back and forth.

His voice sounded extremely hoarse at the moment, full of temptation and magnetism, "Wanwan."

Su Qingci lowered his head and bit her earlobe, and called her again, "Wanwan."

Song Wan's blurred eyes gradually became clear as she heard her voice, and she murmured in confusion, "Huh?"

Su Qingci raised his eyes to look at her, rubbed her lips with his fingertips, and kissed her for a while. When he saw her clear eyes gradually becoming blurred by his kiss, he let go of her.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck and said vaguely, "Wanwan, I want you."

Song Wan was still in a daze at the moment. Before he could recall what he meant by these words, a bone-chilling pain came from somewhere in his body.

Her dazed eyes suddenly woke up, and she looked at the man on her body in disbelief, her misty eyes full of shock and confusion.

She couldn't believe that Su Qingci really had sex with her.

Every time before, Su Qingci had never made it to the last step, but just now, he...he actually...actually...

Song Wan's beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and the mist in her eyes turned into water vapor and condensed into tears, falling from the corners of her eyes.

Su Qingci raised his eyes to see her crying, gently touched her cheek with his big palm, and asked distressedly: "Wanwan, does it hurt?"

Song Wan didn't know how to answer. It hurt, but she was more surprised.

Song Wan put her hands on the man's chest and pushed him subconsciously, with a hint of resistance on her expression.

She was used to being intimate with him at a distance, but he suddenly broke this distance, and the two had a real relationship.

This happened just when she was about to leave.

It caught her a little off guard.

Don't know how to handle this situation.

Su Qingci saw that her eyes were red from crying and she looked extremely aggrieved, so he couldn't help but lean down and kiss the tears from the corners of her eyes.

He was extremely patient, his face stained with lust looked particularly gentle, and his dark eyes were full of tenderness, as if they could overflow with water.

So gentle and affectionate.

He whispered coaxingly in Song Wan's ear, "Wanwan, don't cry."

The man's chest was very hot, and the little hand on his chest was so hot that he didn't know where to put it. His fingers were curled up and trembling slightly.

Even his body trembled.

This time it was not because of fear, but because of being overwhelmed.

She tilted her head, avoiding the man's fiery gaze, and her body was struggling subconsciously.

As soon as she moved, Su Qingci gasped slightly, as if suppressing something.

Song Wan's back stiffened when he heard this, and he didn't dare to move any more.

Su Qingci laughed softly, leaned close to her ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wanwan, don't be afraid."

"I will be gentle, well-behaved, and not afraid."

His voice was very bewitching, bewitching Song Wan to accept him.

Song Wan was in a state of confusion now. She was still crying, silently shedding tears. She didn't understand how the two of them had reached this point.

At first, when Su Qingci saw her crying, he still comforted her softly, but his patience gradually ran out and his movements were no longer gentle.

Later, Song Wan couldn't resist it at all, and her cries became broken.

A blushing and heart-pounding sound unconsciously escaped from his lips and teeth.

Tonight is longer than any other night.

Su Qingci seemed to have opened the door to a new world and was excited all night.

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The next day.

When Song Wan woke up, Su Qingci had long disappeared from her side. She reached out and touched the bed beside her, which was cold.

It seems that Su Qingci has been gone for a long time.

Song Wan tried to sit up, but her whole body hurt terribly, especially that area. She sat for a while to relax before she could adapt to the pain.

Su Qingci was really crazy last night, so crazy that she did almost everything she could.

It was her first time to experience this kind of thing, and she couldn't bear it. She was tortured by him until she fainted over and over again, and was awakened by him over and over again.

It was enjoyable for Su Qingci, but it was really painful for her.

Thinking of last night, Song Wan's cheeks turned slightly red.

She glanced at her phone on the bedside to see what time it was.

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and the room was very dim without turning on the lights. She was so dizzy from sleep that she had no idea what time it was.

Song Wan bent down to reach it and pulled the spot. She couldn't bear the pain, and accidentally dropped the phone on the floor with her fingers, making a dull sound.

Hearing the movement inside, the door was pushed open.

Song Wan subconsciously wrapped herself in the quilt, raised her eyes to look at the door, and saw the maid.

Four or five maids came in. The first maid picked up the mobile phone on the ground and handed it to Song Wan respectfully.

Song Wan thanked her, took the phone, and looked at the time.

It's already five o'clock in the afternoon.

The leading maid spoke respectfully again, "Miss Song, do you want to wash up now?"

Song Wan thought for a while and nodded, feeling a little sticky.

As soon as she nodded, the other maids came forward to stand up to her.

Song Wan waved her hands quickly, "I can just wash it myself."

She was not used to being served by others. Although everyone was a woman, she was thin-skinned and embarrassed.

"Miss Song, this is what the young master ordered before he left. Just enjoy it."

The leading maid said again. She waved her hand, and the other maids stepped forward again. Regardless of Song Wan's resistance, they took her directly to the bathroom.

Song Wan was gently put into the bathtub by them. The division of labor among those people was very clear. Some helped massage her, some helped her feed her, and some helped her clean her.