"Give me a kiss." Cheng Ran said, leaning in and giving her a passionate kiss.
As the sun sets, the afterglow of the sunset scatters across the sky.
Qi Jiao's slender back felt the cold temperature of the car, while her soft front body felt the continuous heat from the Alpha.
Cheng Ran is used to being a playboy, and she's very skilled in both kissing and sex.
If she wants, she can make people very comfortable.
Qi Jiao, who was dating for the first time, was no match for her at all.
If she deliberately seduces someone, Qi Jiao will only be able to retreat step by step and beg for mercy.
Qi Jiao had to restrain herself from making any strange noises.
But Cheng Ran, with her perverse sense of humor, whispered in her ear in front of everyone, "My dear, say it out loud."
Qi Jiao's eyes were watery; she had been bullied to the point of producing physiological tears, and her whole body felt as soft as cotton.
The gentle girl was like a pool of water, arousing Cheng Ran's desire. She coaxed softly, "My sweet little girl, don't go back tonight."
Qi Jiao shook her head, "No."
The sunset is a very quick process; soon the streetlights come on, illuminating the world in an instant.
A sense of fear flashed through Qi Jiao's heart. She used all her strength to push Cheng Ran away. "I really have to go."
Cheng Ran, whose anger had already been ignited, flashed a hint of impatience in her eyes, but looking at Qi Jiao's delicate face, she quickly suppressed her anger.
She reached out and wiped Qi Jiao's lips, her thumb gently caressing the delicate skin to remove a drop of water, then took out a wet wipe and gently cleaned her fingers.
Cheng Ran tidied up Qi Jiao's loose hair, pulled up her loose coat, and zipped it up.
He patted her on the head again, "Sweetie, just say it's a friend's."
Qi Jiao's legs went weak from being bullied, but she bit her lip and immediately turned and ran away.
Cheng Ran watched her retreating figure, took out a cigarette from her pocket, and lit it in her hand.
The crimson light diffused in the night, and the fire that had been burning in my heart finally dissipated a little.
However, it seems like this woman has been playing around for a long time?
As I was thinking, the phone rang.
She glanced at the screen and answered, her voice hoarse with dissatisfaction and impatience: "What is it?"
"A girl who just got back." The other person said excitedly, "Sister Ran, I saved the youngest one for you."
"Are you an adult yet?" Cheng Ran asked, taking a drag of her cigarette.
The other person laughed and said, "It's definitely going to work out. She's the same type as the one you've been liking lately, and she's so pretty."
Cheng Ran gazed in the direction Qi Jiao had left, a fleeting thought of rejection crossing her mind, but the other woman smiled and said, "Sister Ran? You've settled down?"
Cheng Ran stubbed out her half-smoked cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and the suppressed desire resurfaced as she coldly said, "Take her upstairs to her room and let her wash up."
"Don't worry," the other person said. "It's for Sister Ran to play with, how could it not be clean? She's still a virgin."
Cheng Ran didn't say anything and hung up the phone.
On the other side, Qi Jiao glanced at her phone; it was already 6:58 PM.
Thinking about the situation she might face when she got home, she quickened her pace, but she was too weak from being bullied by Cheng Ran earlier.
She ran a few steps, her long blue dress billowing in the night.
She was panting heavily when she finally reached the gate at 59. Before she could even feel relieved, she looked up and saw a woman wearing a light green cheongsam.
Yang Jianni stood at the door, the dim yellow light falling on her.
It was clearly early autumn, yet she was dressed lightly and holding a fan in the style of the Republic of China era.
When her gaze fell upon her, Qi Jiao felt a chill run down her spine, and her steps seemed to be nailed to the spot.
Yang Jianni glanced in the direction Qi Jiao had just run from and asked calmly, "Who was that person?"
Qi Jiao's heart tightened, she swallowed hard, and called out fearfully, "Mom."
"Whose coat are you wearing?" Yang Jianni calmly glanced at her, her gaze landing on the black coat she was wearing. Qi Jiao shuddered in fright and immediately took off her coat.
But her fingers were trembling, and when she was zipping up the zipper, she accidentally pinched the flesh of her fingertip into it.
The pain made her gasp.
Even though her finger was bleeding, she didn't dare to be negligent and immediately took off her coat and threw it on the ground.
She answered nervously, "A...friend's."
Yang Jianni closed the fan in her hand, and smiled lightly, "Qi Jiao, you lied to me?"
Qi Jiao shook her head: "No..."
But this statement wasn't entirely vague.
"Qi Jiao, do you know what punishments lie people get?" Yang Jianni leaned against the wall, looking languid, but Qi Jiao knew that this was when she was at her most terrifying.
Qi Jiao closed her eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm sorry."
"Who wants to hear your apologies?" Yang Jianni laughed. "You're in a relationship? With whom?"
Qi Jiao clenched her fists at her sides and answered nervously, "It was...it was someone I met...on the road before."
"Which road?" Yang Jianni asked. "When did this happen?"
Qi Jiao: "..."
She answered haltingly about meeting Cheng Ran.
But Yang Jianni extracted the key information from her words and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Chengyuan Road? That's the road to Angel Orphanage. Who are you thinking about?"
Qi Jiao shrugged. "No, the kindergarten organized a staff activity and we went to Ciai Nursing Home."
"Where are you? Did something come to mind?" Yang Jianni looked at her, her voice suddenly turning mournful: "Jiaojiao."
An indescribable fear rose from the depths of my heart.
Even though she has been Qi Jiao for many years, she still can't get used to it.
Yang Jianni straightened up and opened the villa's door. "Come in."
Qi Jiao dragged her stiff legs forward, knowing she was destined to be unable to sleep tonight.
Yang Jianni led her into the villa and said gently, "Lying, being in a relationship, and letting someone touch your body, Qi Jiao, do you know what you should do?"
Although her voice was gentle, Qi Jiao felt as if she were a vengeful ghost.
She closed her eyes and answered desperately, "I know."
Passing through the long corridor on the first floor and opening the door at the very edge, there is a staircase leading to the basement.
Qi Jiao descended the steps one by one, feeling the chill of the cold even before entering the basement.
She raised her thin, pale hand and gently pushed open the heavy door.
The world inside and outside the door is two different worlds.
The room was pitch black; even when the light was turned on, only a faint glow could be seen.
It's not even as bright as the momentary light when a phone screen lights up.
The basement was dark and damp, and even smelled musty.
Various kinds of whips were hanging on the wall.
In the middle of the room, there is a rectangular tool made of pebbles.
Qi Jiao went in first, followed closely by Yang Jianni, who closed the door after entering.
It was as if all of Qi Jiao's hopes had been ripped away.
Yang Jianni picked up the most handy whip from the wall and whispered, "Qi Jiao, kneel down."
Qi Jiao knelt on the cobblestone ground, her knees pressed so hard they felt like they were about to break.
"Do you know your mistake?" Yang Jianni stood not far behind her, but her location was not discernible in the dim light. Her voice was cold, blending into the basement atmosphere. "How dare you?"
Qi Jiao bit her lip: "I'm sorry."
"Where did she touch you?" Yang Jianni asked.
Qi Jiao remained silent.
"You're not going to tell me?" Yang Jianni asked again.
All Qi Jiao could say was, "I'm sorry."
Yang Jianni sneered, "You really like her, huh? If my Jiaojiao were still alive, wouldn't she be dating by now?"
Qi Jiao pursed her lips: "I'm sorry."
“My darling never says sorry.” Yang Jianni’s voice grew colder and colder, accompanied by a low laugh. “My darling likes to say: Mom, I was wrong.”
Qi Jiao frowned and whispered, "Mom, I was wrong."
"Your tone is off." Yang Jianni said, lashing Qi Jiao's back with a whip that whistled sharply.
"..."
Qi Jiao closed her eyes, feeling the pain that seemed endless.
These are such painful days.
When will it end?
Is liberation only possible by being like her?
But there will probably be someone else to suffer this pain.
But will this end?
//
The Japanese-style private room remained silent for a long time.
Xu Qingzhu and Liang Shi's eyes met, and they both saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
There was even a hint of eeriness and fear.