Chapter 62: Zhuang Nainai, Is This All You Have?

The pain made Zhuang Nainai groan, and he immediately felt that his movements slowed down.

That kind of meticulous and careful tenderness gave her the illusion that she was being cared for.

The fists hidden under the quilt were clenched, and Zhuang Nainai slowly closed his eyes, but his body could not suppress a slight tremor.

Then she felt a lightness on her body. Just as she was about to open her eyes to see what was going on, the quilt was lifted and she was pressed down again. His pajamas were torn open by him forcefully, and the material pinched her skin painfully.

She stretched out her hand to resist, but his wrist was grabbed by him and forced to the top of her head. Then he got to the point directly.

The pain of being penetrated made her subconsciously arch her body, frowning tightly, and she couldn't help but shed tears!

He moved for a moment, then suddenly leaned into her ear and whispered: "Nana..."

The familiar title made Zhuang Nainai stunned.

A sour feeling arose spontaneously in my heart.

But at this moment, another wave of pain intensified!

Zhuang Nainai felt like a lone boat, being pushed to the top by huge waves one after another, and then falling hard again!

In this cycle, her consciousness became more and more blurred. Half asleep and half awake, a man's domineering voice sounded in her ears: "Nana, those things were not prepared by me. Because I can make you... eat them without those things." Satisfied!"

Zhuang Nainai's brain stopped functioning. Before he could understand the meaning of these words, another huge wave hit! …

The morning light was dim, and when the first ray of sunlight slipped into the bedroom through the cracks in the curtains, Si Zhengting opened his eyes and looked at Zhuang Nainai, who was sleeping next to him.

She must have been exhausted. She closed her eyes tightly and remained motionless. Even her breathing was so shallow that it didn't seem to exist. The corners of her lips were just pouting with a hint of willfulness.

Such Zhuang Nainai made Si Zhengting freeze his gaze, and his eyes revealed a tenderness and tenderness as he looked at her.

The smell of yesterday's joy and love still lingered in the air. Thinking of last night's madness, his throat moved. Looking at her beautiful face, he couldn't help but lower his head slowly and press a kiss on her lips.

It seemed that this kiss disturbed her sweet dream. She frowned, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Turning over like this, a delicate porcelain-white arm was revealed, with red marks on it, which made Si Zhengting's eyes darken.

But seeing her tired look, Si Zhengting took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and got out of bed.

Looking back, he saw her petite body lying on a three-by-three-meter European-style bed, looking so charming.

The corners of Si Zhengting's usually cold lips curled up slightly.

The previous situation flashed through my mind unconsciously...

When he was a freshman in high school, there was a Chinese class and the teacher asked him to write an essay using his dreams. At that time, he discovered that she was always looking at him with evil intentions while writing.

But he didn't take it seriously, because he had this look in almost every class.

But when the next Chinese class was held, the teacher rushed into the classroom angrily and threw the homework directly on Zhuang Nainai's desk, "Zhuang Nainai, are you so promising?!"

All the students stretched out their little heads and stared at her, but Zhuang Nainai was still very innocent: "Teacher, what's wrong with me?"

Seeing her like this, the Chinese teacher was very angry and said, "Okay, okay! Since you dare to write, do you dare to read it to everyone?"