Chapter 407 Suicide by cutting the wrist

   Just as Wen Churan's thoughts were chaotic, the door was suddenly opened, and her vision was blurred, she saw a tall figure stepping in, and the rigid mask exuded a metal-like light.

  The man sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her cheek.

  The big hand was very cold, and the hotness of Wen Chuyan was instantly relieved, making her unconsciously comfortable to stick it on.

"I am hot…"

  Obviously, it is a very normal sentence, but it turns out to be irritable.

  The man retracted his hand, and she immediately snorted in dissatisfaction.

  Wen Churan no longer knew what he was doing and what he was talking about.

  There is only one word in her head: hot!

   and the man’s hand is cold and comfortable, she needs that hand.

   "It won't be hot anymore." The man unbuttoned her skirt and pushed her body up, his voice was as soft as dripping water.

Wen Churan subconsciously posted it, and took the initiative to hook the man's neck.

   At the moment when the heat was relieved, there seemed to be a white light burst in her head, making her sober in an instant.

"what are you doing!"

   Accompanied by a scream of horror, Wen Churan pushed the man away fiercely, quickly flipped to the side, and fell to the bottom of the bed with a plop.

  She has weak legs and can only crawl quickly on the floor, trying to stay away from this dangerous man.

  A pair of shiny leather shoes suddenly blocked her way, and raised her head to see that the man was standing in front of her, looking at her coldly.

  He bent over and picked her up.

There is still a trace of sobriety in Wen Churan's head, but her body's reaction is not under her control.

  Her hotness desperately needs a man's comfort.

After being put back on the bed, the man bullied himself and pressed it down again.

  Wen Churan twisted his body twice in pain, and a desire rushed in the man's originally calm eyes.

  He didn't even take off his mask, so he lowered his head and gnawed randomly on Wen Churan's neck, like a beast with mad hair.

can not!

  Her virginity must not just fall away!

  Wen Churan bit her lip fiercely before waking up, suppressing the impulse of her body, reaching out and picking up the empty bowl on the bedside table, and slamming it at the back of the man's head.

  The man's movements were so violent that he snorted in pain, and there was a burst of blood from the back of his head.

  He raised his head, staring at Wen Churan in astonishment.

  Wen Churan took the opportunity to kick him away, turned over the bed with the bowl, and then shrank and hid in the corner.

  The man covered the back of his head, supported his body, and prepared to walk towards her.

  Wen Churan suddenly slammed the bowl on the ground, and immediately picked up a piece of debris and pointed it at his wrist.

  "Don't come here! If you dare to do anything to me, I will cut my wrists and commit suicide now!"

  Hearing this, the man stopped his footsteps as expected, but quietly looked at Wen Churan in the corner.

   "Sooner or later you will be my woman, why bother struggling, is it possible... You still have to stay as a jade for that prime time?"

  Wen Churan was already scared and unconscious, trembling and roaring, "Go away! Go away! You pervert!"

  The man’s eyes instantly cooled down because of her metamorphosis, and he walked towards her again.

  Wen Churan saw the man approaching step by step, she hardly thought about it, and took the fragments and swiped her wrist severely.

  In an instant, blood was splashed.

   "Wen Chu Dye!"

  The man called her name for the first time, his tone was full of shock and panic.

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