113: Chapter 113, no, no.

Chapter 113, no, no.

"Let me go!" Ruan Chuchu pushing him was like pushing a rock. If she couldn't push it, she would use her strength to twist his flesh. However, his entire body was covered in hard muscles. She grabbed a few times and not only did she not twist his hand, her actions were like scratching an itch. 1

Xing Sen hugged the cherry and looked at Murong Jue gloomy expression. Before he could attack him, he immediately disappeared.

However, the deep smile on Murong Jue lips made him want to grab him for a beating.

"Murong Jue! You lunatic! "Let me go!" Ruan Chuchu couldn't get rid of him no matter what, and he refused to give up on struggling.

She was filled with anger and grievance and did not notice Murong Jue terrifying expression.

"Ah!" Murong Jue hugged her thigh and held her against her shoulder. Ruan Chuchu cried out in alarm. Her nose hurt when it hit his back.

"Ah!" What are you doing? "It hurts!"

"Let me down!"

"My head is bloodshot. I'm dizzy. Murong Jue you bastard!"

Ruan Chuchu struggled all the way, Murong Jue hugged her leg. Regardless of the negligible fist that was thrown at her back, as well as her angry and anxious screams, she stared straight ahead and returned to the main building's room.

Bang! When he arrived in the room, he accepted Ruan Chuchu request and threw her on the bed. The soft bed made Ruan Chuchu bounce slightly.

Her head was bloodshot, but now that she had been hit again, her eyes turned black.

However, she was afraid that Murong Jue would go crazy. She struggled to get up and felt the bed collapse. She was even more afraid. She used her hands and feet to hide around the bed.

Murong Jue pinched her ankle and her cold fingers slid past her protruding bones. Feeling her trembling in fear, he pulled her over and pressed her against him.

Just as Ruan Chuchu dizziness had eased, his icy black eyes, like thin ice flowing in the deep sea, were gradually clear.

"No."

This scene was not unfamiliar to them. Every time they argued, every time the cold war ended, regardless of whether she was willing or not, all of her struggles would be turned into ashes in the sexual affairs that followed.

Their skin was covered in thin clothes, surrounded by the scorching heat of his body, and the pine fragrance that belonged to him. All of this made Ruan Chuchu feel at a loss and had no way to escape.

Ruan Chuchu eyes were trembling. Her big and beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Her fear was so obvious that helplessness and despair were like cold seawater dragging her to her feet.

Murong Jue eyes were too cold. He couldn't tell that he was angry. He stared at Ruan Chuchu for a while.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Murong Jue seemed to be admiring the prey on the verge of death with a cruel and cold expression.

Ruan Chuchu turned her head and revealed her snow-white neck. She choked and trembled as she said," Murong Jue, don't do this. I, we should n' t have done this."

"Is that so?" Murong Jue placed her hand on her neck and felt the trembling under the thin layer of skin. Her tone was cold and thin.

That's right, they should be like this. It was purely a physical relationship. He was the gold master. It was his freedom to tangle with others. What right did he have to question him? It was just a fake marriage. Did she really think she was the rumored Mrs. Murong?

The bitterness in his heart was greater than the fear in his heart. Ruan Chuchu struggle was less intense. It was as if he finally understood. He did not make a fuss or struggle anymore.

She closed her eyes and her wet eyelashes trembled, but the shadow that was pressing on her stood up and sat on the bed without any other movements.

"Ding!" There was a clear sound, and there was a faint smell of tobacco in the room.

She opened her eyes and saw Murong Jue tall and straight back. There was a faint mist in front of him, making it hard to see his expression.

The person who had always said the same thing didn't move. Ruan Chuchu did n' t dare to move for a moment, afraid that he wouldn't poke his nerve.

Murong Jue turned around and stared at her. He could not see each other's expressions clearly through the mist. He looked at her trembling pupils and her retreating figure. He smiled. His snow-white teeth and thin lips were strange and strange.

"Are you afraid?" "I know I'm afraid. Do n' t make me unhappy next time."

After he finished speaking Ruan Chuchu he froze in place. He hadn't spoken to him in such a tone for a long time. This kind of naked contempt had pulled the two of them far away from each other.

He was reminding himself of his position.

Ruan Chuchu hugged his knees and curled up in a defensive posture, not responding to his words.

Murong Jue stared at her with dark eyes and smiled again. The harsh tone of his tail seemed to be mocking her for being a soldier.

As long as he wanted to, everything she did now was meaningless.

"I've been staying at home for the past few days. Do n' t go out."

Ruan Chuchu clenched her hands tightly, and a sharp pain came from her palm. Her eyes trembled as she said," Why?"

Because someone was about to start a new move, because she was the first scapegoat, because she still believed in the Lin Zihao that had been lying to her.

Murong Jue looked at her and said," You know why."

"Is it because I want to interact with Lin Zihao?" There was a look of defeat on Ruan Chuchu face. She smiled, but it was even more embarrassing than crying. "I'll listen to you."

Murong Jue's heart was burning with anger. His chest seemed to be pressed down and he couldn' t even breathe. In the end, there was no anger on his face. It was as cold as ice.

"I have to suffer a little to understand."

Ruan Chuchu hung her head and did not speak.

"Don't do it again. I' ll say whatever I say. If you don't allow it, then do n' t allow it. You should know what your identity is."

"Yes, I know." He was a mistress, a pet, something he kept to play with. He shouldn't have so many emotions and thoughts.

Ruan Chuchu wanted to laugh, but her neck was heavy and her eyes were sore. She couldn' t do anything. She pinched her palm to prevent the tears from falling from her eyes.

Murong Jue should have looked at her coldly and looked at her as she lowered her head to endure his humiliation. He had personally bent her back, but there was no trace of a smile in his heart. He almost thought that Ruan Chuchu should not be like this.

When Ruan Chuchu was the only person left in the room, she sat there in a daze for a long time. She touched her slightly stinging face and found that it was wet and cold. She didn't know why she was crying again.

He didn't do anything. What are you crying about?

Ruan Chuchu felt that she was confused, but she couldn't control her tears. Her face was tingling with tears. She had been wiping them all the time and could n' t wipe them dry.

It shouldn't be. Ruan Chuchu, what are you crying for?

In the end, she abandoned herself and hid on the bed, letting her tears wreak havoc.

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