Some people say that the first time for a woman is the most painful, and it is indeed painful, but Qiao Anhao felt that the pain this time was far more unbearable than the first time. Perhaps it was the first time that alcohol sneezed her pain nerves that night, and perhaps it was because she loved him. His movements that night were very gentle, so even if he made her hurt, the pain was sweet.

But now, Qiao Anhao feels so painful.

There is no beauty, no throbbing, there is only endless torture.

Yes, torture.

Qiao Anhao felt that he was punishing himself, and as if he was venting some discomfort in his heart. Every move was not filled with any emotion, as if he had tried his best, trying his best to make her feel hurt and torture her to death. But she really felt very painful, not only her body hurts, but her heart hurts even more.

Qiao Anhao suddenly regretted that she came to deliver the script to him in person. She should have come to Zhao Meng. Or when she heard the waiter say that he was in a bad mood and just got angry, she should have turned around and left. She shouldn't have hit the gun. She knew that he didn't like him, and even knew that he even hated him a little, she even brought herself to her door to serve him as an vent.

Perhaps it is like this that he did this with her while awake. The reason why she felt beautiful the first two times was because once he was drunk and once he was confused.

How could she forget that he once said to her, Joan, you want to play with me? Well, I will play with you to death!

So, how could he give her gentleness when he was awake?

When Qiao An thought of this, her eyes couldn't help but become a little wet.

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After a long time, everything finally calmed down.

Qiao An collapsed weakly on the bathroom floor. Her body was trembling slightly due to the pain.

Lu Jinnian stared at Qiao An, who was covered in embarrassment, looked at her for a while, swallowed her saliva, and quickly turned her head away. As he moved, a layer of sadness and pain climbed up in his eyes. However, in just a moment, his eyes returned to calm, and it was still the kind of indifference that kept people from thousands of miles away, ruthless and desireless.

He stood up, pulled a bath towel, wrapped it around himself, then turned off the shower faucet that had been running water, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

Without the sound of running water from the shower, the bathroom was quiet and terrible. The bathroom door was not closed. Qiao Anhao was lying on the cold floor. He could vaguely hear the sound of dressing outside. Then he fell asleep in a drowsy way.
Chapter completed!