Chapter 43: It seems you've gone mad

  Sour grapes.

  It's as if I've heard the most hilarious joke in the world. Ling Han exhaled a sigh of longing, accompanied by a faint smile, laughing at how silly and naive she was.

  He is a seven-foot-tall man with a majestic appearance, but his life has been through wind and rain. He would not change his expression even if Mount Tai were to collapse in front of him. It's laughable that he can be so narrow-minded as to be jealous like a vinegar-drinking person.

  His deep eyes swept over with a hint of disdain, but in those black pupils, a hint of laughter that even he himself did not notice flowed out at the same time. This was a natural and effortless smile, without any deliberate component, yet it represented the most natural emotions in this world.

  It seems to be infected by Leng Xi's innocence. It also seems that it was triggered by the laughter caused by Leng Xi's cuteness when he said those words, which appeared in Ling Han's eyes. At this time, he thought it was just a mockery of Leng Xi's innocence.

  Suddenly realized that Ling Han's movements had stopped. Cold Creek's tearful eyes immediately stopped the flow of tears. Dazed and stuck in place, even forgetting to pull out the bitten hand.

  He heard it. Ling Han seemed to have agreed. He was really jealous of Murong Xiaoqi.

  She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering up and down like a dense comb. At the same time, an inexplicable warmth flashed through her heart. She realized that Ling Han was jealous for her sake, and a strange warmth rose in Leng Xi's heart.

  So, Ling Han really cares about her. People will only be jealous for those they care about. Ling Han cares about her. That's great.

  Wiped away the tears on her face, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, not yet bursting into a smile. However, Ling Han's next words made her heart skip a beat again.

  "Your man thinks you're jealous. It seems like you've been infatuated with Murong Xiao to the point of madness." Suddenly, a forward thrust. The last... burst forth in Ling Xiu's body like fireworks, blooming, opening up.

  She was caught off guard and leaned back. Her fingers grasped tightly onto Ling Han's back. Leng Qing's eyelashes fluttered rapidly. The water sparkled and splashed. In that instant, she felt a surge of hot water flow into her deepest place. It took root and bloomed instantly.

  He let out a few deep sighs. Ling Han finally relaxed and walked out. He went downstairs, picked up the showerhead and sprayed water on his body.

  Her figure is very attractive, a golden inverted triangle shape, slender and robust, with wheat-colored skin that subtly exudes a sensual glow everywhere, elastic muscles, solid and powerful.

  She glanced at him, twitched her mouth, and a tear unknowingly welled up in one eye. She blinked, the tear fell, and she wiped it away with her hand. As she prepared to get up, she found her body felt sore all over, especially her legs, which were so weak they had no strength. She propped herself up halfway, but slid back down again. With a hint of grievance in her eyes, despite the trembling between her legs, she still managed to stand up firmly. Grabbing a bath towel, she wrapped it around herself and headed downstairs to the bathroom to wash off. The bathtub was full of foam, making her skin feel slippery and uncomfortable. She had to wash thoroughly.

  "Come back. It's not over yet. Where are you running to?" The thick and mellow sound was mixed with the sound of dripping water, and a mournful cry came over.

  It's not over yet. Leng Xi's head buzzed. She froze. She really didn't want to listen to him. She lifted her foot and ran. The door was right in front of her. As long as she opened it, she could get out. But what if she got out now? Ling Han would still catch up to her. Maybe he'd be even angrier. At that time, she really wouldn't know what to do.

  Leng Xi let out a few breaths from his nostrils, pouting and turning around with dissatisfaction. "How much longer until it's over? One night isn't enough? I'm not tired. Aren't you tired?" He said, his cheeks puffed up, his lips swollen red from being kissed, speaking angrily but sounding so cute that it made one want to laugh.

  Hehe, really thinking for his sake, afraid he's exhausted. But this time it's not him who should be tired. Because he didn't plan to let her go. The more she fears doing something, the more he wants to force her to do it. Only then can his unbalanced heart feel relieved.

  Thinking of this, looking at Leng Xi's innocent and pitiful face, Ling Han's eyes suddenly dimmed, the faint smile on his face stiffened for a moment, and a thread of softness slipped through his heart.

  After all, it's Hequan's fault. Lengxi doesn't know anything. Innocent people shouldn't be implicated.

  The word "innocent" pierced into Ling Han's heart like a thorn, and the sudden realization made him wake up with a start.

  Innocent. Wasn't he innocent ten or so years ago? He was still just a child, yet his own father subjected him to all sorts of verbal abuse and heartlessly threw him out the door, labeling him as a bastard and leaving him to face the scorn of the crowd and the withering gazes that could drown a person. Wasn't he innocent? Who ever showed him any sympathy?

  His eyes suddenly became sharp and cold, his thick voice also carried a heavy chill. "Whether you're tired or not isn't something you should be concerned about. What wasn't finished earlier, continue now. Come over here, it's still throbbing painfully." His words were filled with an intense, unyielding tone of command.

  Her eyes glanced down at his crotch, and indeed, it was still standing. She furrowed her brow in distress, on the verge of tears again.

  Why is Ling Han so fierce? He had taken her so many times already. He had taken it so fiercely, how come he still hasn't ejaculated yet?

  She didn't know that Ling Han's desire was actually growing stronger the more he indulged in her tender body, and she was like a poison that would make him increasingly addicted.

  Pouting, blinking, and lowering his head, he took small steps towards Ling Han, like a threatened child. As the distance between them decreased, Leng Xi's heart beat faster. There was fear, excitement, and cowardice mixed together. Just thinking about what he had to do next made Leng Xi's heart flutter uncontrollably.

  Water flowed down his cold, well-defined muscles, outlining the texture of his skin and showcasing the charm of his sensual and alluring physique. He was lean and muscular, with abdominal muscles like a flat cobblestone road reflecting the water's light and radiating an endless, tantalizing spring glow. Cold Creek gazed at his abdomen, holding her breath, her eyes daring not to move downward.

  Her eyes, filled with a misty sentiment, narrowed slightly as she gazed at the approaching Cold Creek. Ling Han seemed very patient and didn't urge her on. He just watched as she hesitantly drew closer, bit by bit, like a lion stalking its prey in the forest - calm and unhurried, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

  Her body was swept away by Ling Han's movement, and the towel on her body was pulled down. Leng Xi had another "frank encounter" with Ling Han, still at such an ambiguous distance.

  Her skin, which was cold as a creek, suddenly turned red and hot. Her face also flushed with a layer of crimson. She bowed her head against his chest, not daring to look directly into Ling Han's eyes.

  Ling Han's eyes were deep and profound, like a bottomless abyss. He was born with an aura that intimidated others, an extremely attractive and irresistible charm. Leng Yue couldn't bear to meet his gaze, and she didn't know what to think anymore.

  "Hmm... Uhh... Hmm..." Leng Xi's legs were suddenly spread apart, standing in this posture. Ling Han went further in. He tightly hugged her, making her soft body and his firm muscles closely attached. Letting her temperature, her tenderness all fall on him. Blooming in his heart, bringing unprecedented pleasure.

  He came at her again, fiercely. Ling Han's intentions were far from exhausted as he withdrew and leaned against her shoulder. He gazed into her sparkling eyes, which blinked shyly, and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. This woman, no matter when or how many times they did it, always had that same awkward, shy expression that tugged at his heartstrings.

  His thumb gently covered her eye corners, wiping away the tears. Her beautiful thin lips curled up in a faint smile.

  He smiled again, and Leng Xi's entire face turned bright red with shame. She glared at him with a bashful expression, then lowered her head in embarrassment. As soon as she did, her gaze met his once more. In an instant, her face felt like it had been scalded by hot water.

  He noticed her gaze. Ling Han didn't waste any more words, releasing her and taking a step back to present himself fully before her. With a sly tone, he said, "Come on, don't waste such a good opportunity..." Today, he absolutely wouldn't let her off.

  A woman, no matter how shy she is, will use her mouth to express herself for the person she loves most in this lifetime. Isn't Cold Creek saying that he loves him? Now he wants to see just how deep her love for him is. Is her love genuine or just a casual remark like a water nymph's? Ling Han's profound and piercing eyes stared tightly at Cold Creek, not missing every change in his expression.

  Her chest heaved with tension, Cold Creek gasped deeply, taking a deep breath. Come on, come on. Anyway, she loved Ling Han very much. She had already decided to fight for her love, no matter how many difficulties lay ahead, she would bravely persist.

  She blinked, slowly crouched down, stretched out her trembling hand that she couldn't control, grasped Ling Han's strong leg, furrowed her brow, and moved her mouth towards...

  The closer she got, the more a pungent smell wafted into her nostrils. This smell made her brain nerves extremely tense. As she drew nearer, she was about to kiss him there. At this moment, that unique pungent smell came crashing down on her mind like a waterfall. Suddenly, the bloody scene she saw earlier that day at the Ling Tian Hotel flashed before her eyes. A person's hand had been pierced by a hole, with bright red flesh and blood exposed outside. Fresh blood flowed...

  That wave of fear and nausea suddenly churned in Leng Qing's stomach. "Ugh..." She quickly turned her head, squatting on the ground to retch out loud.

  No way. She doesn't have a strong enough heart yet. Isn't ready yet. The fear from this morning is still lingering in her mind, wandering and unable to dissipate. Now she's being asked to do something that tests her mental endurance even more. She really can't do it. Leng Xi choked back tears, feeling extremely miserable...

  His handsome face was gloomy like a rainy day. Ling Han's eyes were filled with the ominous signs of an impending storm, and his cold demeanor was frightening.

  She actually vomited. So exaggerated. Can't take it?

  After all, everything is her lie. Just like her cheap mother, she's a flirt and seduces men everywhere.

  She can say things to Mu Rong Xiao's face, how can she not say words of love for other men behind his back? Indeed, the women in this family are all insincere and hypocritical.

  His lower jaw hurt as if it was broken. Leng Xi's face was twisted to the other side. The cold creek's face was shrouded in a gloomy haze. His frosty face was suffocating. She felt a lump in her throat, just about to explain.

  "A slap." Without any warning, a palm hit her face. The small white face immediately showed five red finger prints. Her head was also spinning. She fainted heavily. She opened her disbelieving eyes wide. Ling Han actually hit her.