Two o'clock in the morning.

Tang Mu opened the car door, grabbed the wrinkled suit jacket, wrapped the disheveled Qin Ye, and carried her into the villa.

She was weakly forced to nestle in the man's arms, her cheeks were red like ripe apples, her hair was a mess, her eyes were red from crying, and tiny tears hung on her eyelashes.

I have been crying for too long and my body has not recovered yet. Although I have no strength left, my shoulders are still shaking from crying.

Go up to the second floor.

Tang Mu kicked open the door, carried her to the bathroom, and filled the bathtub with hot water.

She was so tired that she felt sleepy, and even though she was exhausted to the extreme, she was still resisting his touch.

She dodged his extended hand.

He thrust his palm forward and grabbed it forcefully: "What are you hiding from?"

I took off her clothes and threw her naked into the bathtub. I looked at the purple kiss marks with satisfaction. The gloom of the whole night dissipated a little.

Qin Ye held his hands to his chest and said in a hoarse voice:

"Don't...hiccup...don't touch me..."

Tang Mu took a step forward and stepped into the bathtub. The warm water splashed out and flowed all over the floor.

"I just want to be next to you."

"You!" She stretched out her hand to push him angrily, but her little strength was like hitting cotton, soft and ineffective.

"I would like to know, is there any other man who is as compatible as we are?"

The man pinched the back of her neck with his big hand and pressed her in front of him domineeringly. Looking at this delicate little face without any makeup, sometimes he really wanted to pry open her head to see what was inside.

"What's wrong with staying by my side?"

Qin Ye's eyes were red, "I don't like you."

He was irritable, easily angered, and extremely emotionally unstable. He was also particularly domineering, paranoid, and disrespectful of her. He was like a ferocious beast that could go crazy at any time.

Being with him, she felt depressed and nervous every day.

You have to please him.

When Tang Mu heard these five words, something in his eyes was deeply moved: "I don't believe it."

"Qin Ye, when you are with me, when you smile, those scenes don't seem fake. I don't believe that you don't have me in your heart."

Qin Ye smiled.

He could have any woman he wanted, so why did he have to get entangled with her about these things?

"I really don't like you," she looked at him and said word by word, "Tang Mu, from the beginning to the end, I have never been attracted to you."

"Back then, it was you who forced me into your world, which brought me a very unhappy time and disrupted my originally peaceful life. I can't even hate you enough, so how could I like you?"

"If I could do it all over again, I hope we never met."

Her voice was soft, but every word was so clear. Her steady tone was like an invisible knife, piercing Tang Mu's heart.

After Tang Mu heard this, his expression suddenly became as calm as the surface of a lake, without any ripples.

After a few seconds, he spoke with an unclear emotion:

"Really?"

She said firmly: "Yes!"

"Oh," he said calmly, "Whether you have me in your heart is your business, and whether I let you go is my business."

"Qin Ye, you are so unlucky to meet you in this life. It's a pity that life cannot be repeated. Otherwise, you should just bear with it. Life will pass quickly."

He stretched his thin lips, smiled cruelly, leaned over and pressed her into the warm bathtub, taking possession of her tightly and seamlessly.

In the bathtub, on the sink, on the sofa, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and finally back to the bed.

Totally sleepless...