"Aying, I won't let you become a ghost. You still have the strength. Let's continue, okay?" He kissed her passionately, his tongue moving all over her body: "I'm better than Cheng Wang. You love me, okay?"
Tears welled up in Wen Ying's eyes. She had no power to fight back. She was like a lamb to be slaughtered, allowing the man to violate her.
Suddenly, she opened her mouth and bit the flesh on Cheng Xiu's shoulder.
"Ah!" Cheng Xiu was caught off guard and screamed in pain: "Wen Ying, you're crazy! Let go!"
Wen Ying bit the flesh hard with her teeth, and did not let go even when she tasted blood. No matter whether Cheng Xiu grabbed her hair or roared angrily, she didn't care!
He bit off a piece of flesh from Cheng Xiu's shoulder!
Blood stained Wen Ying's lips and jaw. She smiled: "Cheng Xiu, why don't you just die!"
Cheng Xiu gasped. Wen Ying had angered him. He sneered and pulled out a rope from the bedside table, then tied Wen Ying's hands and feet tightly.
He sneered: "Aying, then you just swallow this piece of meat."
"Or, I'll kill you."
Cheng Xiu stuffed the piece of meat into Wen Ying's mouth like a madman, forcing her to chew it into pieces and swallow it, followed by another round of crazy lovemaking.
He enjoyed sinking into Wen Ying's body, he liked Wen Ying, and he was willing to die for Wen Ying.
Wen Ying cried until her voice became hoarse, and finally, she gave up resisting again.
Two hours later.
Cheng Xiu left the Cheng family in a suit and tie.
Cheng Zhao stood at the door, staring at the closed door with a gloomy face. He knocked on the door: "Dear, I want to see you."
It was very quiet, without any sound.
Cheng Zhao pursed his lips, and just when he thought Wen Ying would not recover, the door was opened.
What caught his eye was Wen Ying's thin and tired face. Her eyes were dim and cloudy, and the look she gave him was filled with disgust and hatred.
"Hey, hey, my dear..." Cheng Zhao's voice was as soft as a mosquito's.
Wen Ying curled her lips and looked at him coldly: "Cheng Zhao, do you love your mother?"
"Dear, you are the most important person to me." Cheng Zhao's nose felt sore and he answered hurriedly. He looked at Wen Ying cautiously. Wen Ying didn't want him to call her mother. At the beginning, Wen Ying only allowed him to call her name, Wen Ying.
It was not until Cheng Zhao was ten years old that Wen Ying finally gave in and was willing to let him call her "dear".
Cheng Zhao envied his friend for having his parents' love. Although his parents did not love their children like an ordinary mother, he always longed for Wen Ying and wanted her to be happy.
"Help me kill Cheng Xiu, do you dare?" Wen Ying said expressionlessly.
"Dear!" Cheng Zhao looked surprised: "Why?"
"Do you want to know why?" Wen Ying smiled, and tears began to flow as she smiled. She wiped away her tears without hesitation and spoke slowly.
Cheng Zhao's face became uglier and uglier. Looking at Wen Ying, who had a crazy and hateful expression, he felt a dull pain in his heart and his eyes turned red.
"Azhao, mommy begs you, please help mommy, okay?" Wen Ying grabbed Cheng Zhao's hand and rarely showed a weak and pleading look towards Cheng Zhao.
Cheng Zhao wiped the tears from Wen Ying's face and spoke with difficulty: "This is the first time you call yourself my mother."
Wen Ying paused.
"I know you're trying to use me, but Mom, I'm going to help you."
"You and your sister are innocent."
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