Qin Beiming hadn't expected Liang Feifan to be so ruthless; a faint mist shrouded his dark eyes.
He found it hard to understand why Liang Feifan would do such a thing in front of him.
Is it possible to disregard the dignity of the woman you love just to get revenge on him?
Or perhaps, Liang Feifan simply doesn't know how to love.
Liang Feifan glanced coldly at Qin Beiming, who was tied to a stool, his hair still damp with water droplets, and who seemed particularly silent. Suddenly feeling puzzled, he reached out and patted Qin Beiming's cheek, grinning maliciously as he asked:
"Why aren't you saying anything? Or are you scared?"
"What's there to talk about with you?"
Qin Beiming's eyes were slightly cold, and even though he was at a disadvantage, he still exuded a compelling kingly aura in every move.
His face showed no sign of distress whatsoever.
Qin Beiming's elegant and composed demeanor is precisely what Liang Feifan lacks most.
Liang Feifan stared intently at Qin Beiming for a long while, the flames of jealousy in his eyes growing ever stronger.
In order to witness Qin Beiming's furious outburst and hysterical pain, he gritted his teeth and steeled his heart, intending to attack Ling Mo, who was unconscious and still wearing a helmet, right in front of Qin Beiming.
At first, Liang Feifan tried to remove the helmet with chains from Ling Mo's head.
After several failed attempts, he gave up on the annoying helmet, grabbed a pair of scissors, and ripped open her clothes.
At this moment, he was extremely excited, and his mind was filled with only one thought: to possess Ling Mo.
That's why he completely ignored the fact that the unconscious woman in front of him was much shorter than Ling Mo.
"Little Qin, open your eyes wide and look carefully. The woman you've been longing for can only lie obediently in my arms right now."
Liang Feifan's eyes gleamed with an almost manic fervor. As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer cared about Qin Beiming, who was tied to the chair and remained silent, and instead devoted himself entirely to the "fierce battle".
Qin Beiming completely ignored Liang Feifan's provocation, closed his eyes tightly, and pressed his thin lips into a line.
Such a scene held absolutely no appeal for him.
On the contrary, he felt that Liang Feifan's actions disgusted him to the point of nausea.
...
Several tens of minutes later, the woman held in Liang Feifan's arms suddenly let out a painful howl.
Just by hearing her voice, one can clearly feel her fear at that moment.
However, Liang Feifan not only showed no sign of restraint, but instead intensified his behavior.
Qin Beiming suppressed his discomfort, hoping they would stop fighting soon, but they just wouldn't let it go on...
Two or three minutes later, just as he was about to lose his patience, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door of the villa.
Upon hearing the knock, Qin Beiming immediately sprang to life, easily freeing himself from the ropes binding him. He stood up and strode forward to open the door for the belated Ling Mo.
"Third Master, are you alright?"
Seeing that Qin Beiming looked unwell and hadn't caught his breath, Ling Mo asked him with concern.
Qin Beiming looked somewhat aggrieved, as he had never intended to agree to Ling Mo's suggestion from the beginning.
Instead of her usual coldness, she coaxed him gently, saying that out of sight, out of mind, and that even if Liang Feifan made a huge commotion, he could just close his eyes and pretend nothing had happened.
Unexpectedly, the noise Liang Feifan made almost caused his eardrums to burst.
For a fleeting moment, he did consider puncturing his eardrums to block out those unbearable sounds.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. I could have arrived earlier, but unfortunately I was stopped by traffic police on duty, which is why I was delayed for so long."
Ling Mo glanced at the two people "fighting" fiercely in the room and realized how severely Qin Beiming's spirit had been damaged. He apologized to him with a face full of remorse.
Seeing that she was panting heavily as she spoke, Qin Beiming frowned and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to worry about me. You should still be careful on the road."
"Okay, I understand."
Ling Mo nodded, and hearing the commotion inside growing louder, she gently tugged at his arm and whispered:
"If you're not used to this kind of scene, you can go outside for some fresh air. I'll take care of things here."
"It's alright."
In fact, Qin Beiming's mysophobia had become so severe that he felt nauseous just hearing Liang Feifan's voice.
However, he was worried about leaving Ling Mo alone in the villa.
After leading Ling Mo inside, to avoid letting her see anything unsightly, he suppressed his discomfort and stood firmly in front of her.
At the same time, Liang Feifan, who was exhausted, was about to get up and rest for a while when he happened to glance up and see Ling Mo standing behind Qin Beiming, with only half of his body showing.
"ah!"
Liang Feifan was terrified, as if he had seen a ghost. His body trembled, his throat went limp, and he let out a sharp scream.
The woman in his arms was clearly frightened by his scream; she froze, not daring to breathe.
After a moment, when she came to her senses and realized that the scream came from Liang Feifan, a strange joy suddenly welled up in her heart.
At this moment, Liang Feifan was so terrified that his legs went weak. Before he could even put on his clothes, he stumbled back several steps.
He first glanced at the woman moaning softly on the floor, then stared blankly at Ling Mo's cold face, stammering:
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