Chapter 139 I Like
Meng Han pushed Yu Huan forward and she was pushed to the middle of the pile of words. The ground was covered with words, and many of them were damaged by her steps.
"This..." She wanted to find a piece of open space to avoid these words, but there was no place to step.
"Did you see it? These words." Meng Han stood behind her and spoke in a calm voice.
Yu Huan looked around and saw words everywhere. It was completely different from what she had seen before. There were so many words that she felt a little dizzy.
Looking back at Meng Han, she had some doubts in her eyes, "I saw it, but does this have anything to do with your reason?"
Meng Han looked at the desk beside him and reached out to take a piece of paper from it. It was covered with densely written words, and the handwriting was so sloppy that even he could hardly recognize what was written.
"You know the relationship in my family. My parents aren't favored by my grandfather, and as a result, my brothers and I are on the margins of the Meng family. If I want to gain more resources in this unfair resource distribution, I have to do better than my other brothers."
"Since I was little, I have never allowed myself to make mistakes. No matter what, I have extremely high standards for myself, even my hobbies."
"But people always have desires, and I am no exception."
He shifted his gaze from the words and looked up at Yu Huan. His originally light eyes became thicker at this moment, filled with emotions that she had not understood before but now seemed to understand.
"I'm too conceited. I think I can control everything, including my desires. When I have a need, I don't think about solving it, but conquering it. When I overcome my desire, the sense of accomplishment once made me addicted."
"As I get older, my desires become stronger and stronger. Simply suppressing them becomes difficult, so I start looking for other ways."
He walked closer to Yu Huan as he spoke, "Writing is my way of controlling my desires. The last time you were here, what was this room like then? What is it like now? These words..."
He stopped in front of Yu Huan, his eyes fixed on her.
He had just gotten up and was not wearing his glasses. Without the obstruction of the lenses, their sights met unhindered, and Yu Huan saw the emotions churning in his eyes.
He reached out and pinched Yu Huan's chin, forcing her to look up.
"See? These words all exist because of you."
"Do you know what I was thinking about when I wrote these words?"
Yu Huan swallowed and her breathing became a little rapid. For some reason, Meng Han looked a little different to her.
Although her appearance and tone haven't changed, it's like she's become a completely different person.
Just like the rainy night when she broke into this study and ran into him.
Is the current Meng Han the other self who is suppressed and restrained by him?
Yu Huan didn't feel scared, on the contrary, she felt more excited.
Raising her hand to grab Meng Han's wrist, she smiled at him, "Since you want to, why not do it? Do you think I'll be scared? Maybe I'll like it?"
Meng Han sneered when he heard this. The meaning of this sound was unclear to Yu Huan, but it was seductive enough.
She raised her foot and tried to move closer to him, but the hand that was pinching her chin suddenly slid down and grabbed her neck with such force that it hurt so much that she even had difficulty breathing.
Meng Han stared at her, his eyes gradually filled with madness.
"What do you know? You know nothing, yet you dare to say such things."
"What do you think I was thinking? Just wanting to fuck you?"
The force on his hands gradually tightened, and Yu Huan began to have difficulty breathing, and his face turned red.
But she didn't struggle. As if she was holding her breath to prove something to him, she gritted her teeth and held on.
Meng Han leaned close to her face, looked at her flushed face, looked at her lips that were open because of difficulty breathing, looked at her watery eyes, and looked at her furrowed brows.
The blood in his body began to boil, and his whole body was enveloped by excitement, making him want to do more to her.
Let her feel pain, let her cry, let her...
The fingers suddenly loosened.
The air rushed into Yu Huan's nostrils, and he breathed in big gulps, accompanied by a violent heartbeat.
A little joy rose in my heart. She didn't hide, which proved that she could do it.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, her body was pulled to the side by a force. She felt a sudden pain in her back and was pressed onto the desk.
Meng Han pressed in front of her, holding her hands with one hand and pressing them above her head, and pinching her waist with the other hand.
Meng Han's arms were long, and his fingers pinching her waist were like iron, so tightly that it felt like they were about to sink into her flesh.
It's uncomfortable, but what's more than the discomfort is the anticipation for what will happen next.
Looking forward to being owned by him and destroyed by him.
Meng Han stood above her and began to move his hands, like a snake moving in the snow, leaving clear tracks wherever he passed.
The color in his eyes became even darker, so dark that it seemed to solidify and could not be dissolved.
The raging desire for destruction in his heart began to get out of control. He reached out and took the brush beside him. The tip of the brush fell on the paper, and his eyes followed the tip of the brush.
“Every time I pick up a pen, you’re on my mind.”
The paper is her, the ink is her, and the words written by the pen are also her, allowing the pen in his hand to write freely.
She was made up of characters one by one. Under his pen, she climbed up the mountains, fell into the abyss, and rose and fell with the waves.
Write about the wanton venting on the mountains, write about the pain of sinking in the abyss, write about those joyful and uncomfortable emotions.
Finally, her tears wet the tip of the pen.
"I've imagined this scene countless times, and it's crazy."
"Yu Huan, you're wrong. I don't like you at all. I just want to torture you."
I just want to torture her with this pen, write down all her feelings, and let her turn into thick ink and bloom on the paper.
He flipped his wrist, and the dark ink touched the snow-white, which was so breathtakingly beautiful that it made the corners of his eyes red.
The tip of the pen was blocked and trapped between the mountain peaks. His fingers paused slightly and his eyes suddenly became clear.
Putting down his pen, he lowered his gaze and looked at the person in front of him.
Her face flushed and tears hung on her eyelashes.
The red and black intertwined on the snow, leaving a mess wherever they went. It was simply ridiculous.
He let go of Yu Huan, stepped back, clenched his hands behind his back, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I lost control."
He didn't want this to happen, he didn't want her to see him like this, but in the end he couldn't control himself.
Yu Huan pulled down her clothes, propped herself up and stood up from the desk. Without even wiping away her tears, she reached out and grabbed Meng Han.
Meng Han's gaze fell on her wrist, where a circle of red marks was very glaring.
"I don't mind." Yu Huan said
"I..." She looked at Meng Han, her eyes soaked with tears sparkling, and spoke to him softly and firmly.
"I like you doing this to me."
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