Two weeks later, Xia Xingchen moved back home from the hospital, the scar on her wrist turned pink, and when she walked into the cold house, the servants of the Leng family didn't dare to look at her, they were all dodging.

Leng Yan also happened to come back, didn't look at her, and went straight to the second floor, his face was very bad.

Xia Xingchen glanced at the cold back a few times, and then walked up the stairs on the second floor.

Standing in front of the cold bedroom with the black wooden door, Xia Xingchen clenched his fists, took a deep breath, hesitated to put his hand on the doorknob, opened it gently, and walked in.

"Brother..."Xia Xingchen tentatively sighed, there was no cold figure in the room, only the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Xia Xingchen stood on the carpet, breathing softly, listening to the movement in the bathroom, the sound of water in the bathroom slowly weakened, and he shouted coldly, "Xia Xingchen, bring me my bathrobe." ”

Turns out he knew she was in...

Xia Xingchen hurriedly picked up the white nightgown on the bed, gently opened the bathroom door a small slit, and reached in with his left hand holding the bathrobe, "Brother, here you go." ”

After waiting for a while, and suddenly a surprise took her hand and pulled her into the bathroom, Xia Xingchen was slammed against the wall, causing her back to ache.

The cold brown hair was soaked, messily scattered on his arrogant forehead and neck, only a bath towel was wrapped around him, his upper body was bare and his tight and strong chest, amber eyes stared at Xia Xingchen's pale face, glanced at the scar on her hand, he opened his five fingers and pinched her neck, "Sister, don't you want to die?" What is a cut wrist... As long as I take it lightly... Soon you'll be dead... and it won't leave a scar..."His big hand tightened more and more, and Xia Xingchen slowly lost his breath.

Xia Xingchen looked at his gloomy eyes, didn't say a word, but closed his eyes, and rolled down a tear, as beautiful as crystal.

Leng Yan narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed with a dangerous light, he let go of his hand and leaned over to kiss Xia Xingchen's lips fiercely, and then domineeringly pried open her teeth, stuck his tongue in, and swept in her mouth.

Xia Xingchen struggled to turn his face away, and his face still had the red on his face that had just been pinched by the cold, "Hmm... No... No... Hmm..."

But Leng Yan didn't give her any chance to resist, his strong arm shook Xia Xingchen's waist, making her soft body closer to him, and soon, he tore off her clothes two or three times and threw them aside, the water droplets of his hair dripped on Xia Xingchen's panicked face, and the pain provoked Xia Xingchen to scream.