Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1116: The Story of Ling and Heng (379)

The knocks on the door became more and more rapid, but Wen Linhan still didn't let go of her but instead bullied her even harder.

He pressed the woman's soft body under him, questioning himself again and again in his mind.

He told himself over and over again that he never wanted to see her again, but he knew it was a lie.

She cried heartbreakingly in front of him and begged him not to be engaged to others. The email she sent to him cut his heart like knives, which tortured his sanity.

Who the hell was crazy?

Wen Linhan closed his eyes and once again occupied her red and swollen lips, biting them mercilessly and almost suffocating her.

Wen Leqing trembled helplessly under him.

When Wen Linhan put his hand into her open clothes again, Wen Leqing suddenly shuddered and suddenly turned her head away, but the man bit her ear as if taking revenge on her after being driven to the extreme.

Having no strength to resist him, she could only sob, eyes red and tears falling on the bed. "Why are you doing this? Brother, why are you doing this to me…"

Wen Linhan did not speak.

After a long while, he tried his best to repress his inner desire that was about to be out of control, put his hands on both sides of her body, slowly lowered his black eyes to look at her panicked and sad eyes, and said coldly in a lowered voice, "I should ask you, why do you like me? Why have you pushed me to despair step by step?"

Wen Leqing sobbed. "I just said that I would never force you again. I will stay far away from you and I will never…"

"Too late," the man suddenly said.

His voice was very soft, so soft that she thought she had heard him wrong. She stared at him blankly, but he looked into her eyes. His voice was low and soft but she still heard him.

Wen Leqing held her breath abruptly and looked at the flashing emotions in his eyes in disbelief.

"When you were eighteen, I could tell you rationally that it was impossible for us to be together. When you were twenty-three, I could tell you to be rational, I would never fall in love with you, and you'd better just be my sister. When you were twenty-five years old, I was almost dragged into the abyss by you. Now you, who are about to be twenty-six years old, left me such a long email, cutting my heart into pieces, and now you said you wanted to retreat. Don't you think it's too late?" Wen Linhan looked at her. "I can't persuade myself to let you hide and cry by yourself, let alone watch you drink to death. You're being self-indulgent and self-abandoned, but I can't just watch you ruin yourself. If you really want to destroy yourself…"

Wen Linhan looked into her eyes. Although he looked calm and cold, he said clearly. "Don't hurt yourself again."

Wen Leqing's tears were falling.

Don't hurt myself again?

So he still thought that it was because of her actions that he was forced to this point. All he emphasized was his pain and helplessness but he still gave no positive response to her feelings.

In the end, he was forced to this point by her.

Wen Leqing closed her eyes, and she suddenly remembered the scene of a Chinese movie that she had seen when she was a child, in which a beauty transformed from a demon seduced the monk that came to subdue her in front of the Buddha.

In the end, he still refused her. He surrendered to his reason.

She sniffled, wanted to laugh but couldn't, and couldn't cry even if she wanted to cry.

"From now on, be good. Don't cause so many troubles. Mom and Dad have known your feelings for me. Don't hurt yourself again. Focus on your work. Whether in the United States or China, live a good life. If you want to be with me openly, you should make yourself strong enough to withstand all the criticism from the outside world, instead of being like now when a little bit of emotional frustration can knock you down."

Wen Leqing opened her eyes to look at him but did not speak.

"Do you understand me?" Wen Linhan looked at her, staring straight into her eyes. "What you should learn is to grow up."

Her lips were still numb but his words fell upon her like an iceberg.

He was just reminding her that she was not mature enough, that she was not strong enough, and reminded her that because of her stupid love, she made herself collapse and in turn caused him to lose peace.

Wen Leqing lay there motionless, stiffly clenching the quilt under her, and looking at the man's open shirt collar and exposed collarbone. Her mind buzzed.

At this time, the knocks on the door grew louder and louder, and Wen Leqing's phone on the sofa of the living room also rang.

Wen Leqing was still lying on the bed. She didn't have the strength to get up, so she could only stare at him with glassy eyes.

Wen Linhan couldn't bear to look at her eyes anymore. He turned his eyes away, suddenly left her side, got out of bed and walked out.

As she expected, the person knocking was Senior Brother. She couldn't imagine what would happen when Senior Brother came in and saw this scene.

Wen Leqing hurriedly sat up, drew her clothes up, got out of the bed, and staggered out quickly.

Wen Linhan opened the door and Senior Brother was surprised to see him. Then the latter noticed his messy clothes.

Senior Brother frowned slightly. "Doctor Wen? You…"

Wen Linhan was expressionless and his eyes were cold. "Yes?"

"Is Qing inside?" Senior Brother asked directly and glanced at the living room behind him. "I just called her and heard her cell phone ring inside. Where is she?"

"She's inside but it is not convenient for her to see you today," Wen Linhan said indifferently and was about to close the door.

However, Senior Brother didn't let him close the door. He looked coldly at the man in front. "Doctor Wen, Qing wanted me to come and see her on the phone. It hasn't been an hour and now it's inconvenient for her to see me? You look strange. Is something wrong with Qing? Let me in and take a look. As long as I'm sure she's okay, I'll leave right away."

"I'm here with her. What can happen to her?" Wen Linhan said impatiently and glanced at Senior Brother's hand that was blocking the door. "Take your hand away."