042 “Don’t leak a drop! (High H Training)” Chapter 41

Keep saying you love her

Drops of blood flowed down her hair to the ground. The bright red color was dazzling and eye-catching.

The expected pain did not come.

Instead, there were big hands on her temples.

Lin Yin’s eyes widened, not in fear, but in surprise, shock and… despair.

He Zecheng looked at the sharp needle and stabbed it into the back of his hand, leaving only half of it exposed.

He shook his hand and shook his fingers stiffly. The expression on his face gradually returned to calm, as if he couldn’t feel the pain.

Rejoicing.

Extremely grateful.

She is alive, not dead yet.

The force was so great that Lin Yin let go of his hand in panic, only to see those cold eyes looking at her, “Is it fun?”

He asked word for word.

Lin Yin’s lips opened and closed, but she couldn’t say a word.

He Zecheng held the needle, pulled it out, and threw it on the ground far away. The blood on the back of his hand was bleeding, even more than hers.

Staring at the bloody mouth, his eyes never left, as if he was thinking about something.

Lin Yin only felt that this period of time passed so long.

He will kill himself… for sure!She defied his order, definitely, definitely.

She would die miserably, even to death would be a shameless death.

The sound of blood dripping was closest to her ears, and she could still hear it falling drop by drop. Compared with the trembling of her heart and the heat of her body, this sound was invisibly tormenting her.

After a long time, He Zecheng looked away, looked at her expressionlessly, and stood up.

Lin Yin wanted to hug herself tightly, but he lifted her arm and used his injured hand to lift her up hard and drag her upstairs.

She didn’t know what he was going to do, but it would definitely not end well for her.

Why did he block it for himself? Why wasn’t she the one who died?

She can be liberated by dying, so why not let her die!

He keeps saying he loves her, but he tortures her like this. Is this what he calls love?

He threw her on the bed, picked up the chain at the head of the bed and tied it around her neck. He ignored her, picked up the bathrobe on the side and put it on, then turned and went downstairs.

His blood dripped from the adjustment room all the way to the bedroom. The stairs, floor, and white bathrobe were also stained with bright red blood.

There was no expression on his face, and he didn’t seem to care at all. The blood flow continued, and his hands began to feel numb due to lack of blood.

With slightly trembling fingers, he used his feet to dig out the glove box hidden at the back of the TV cabinet, and rummaged through it to find a bandage.

Turning the back of my hand over, there was a hole as big as a mung bean, and blood was still oozing out.

The hand holding the bandage dropped to his side, as if he had no intention of dealing with it.

Why it was bleeding was a question he couldn’t figure out.

What he couldn’t figure out even more was why she would commit suicide. Didn’t he feel the love for her?Why commit suicide.

Why!

Ah, a question suddenly occurred to me. If you bleed too much, you will die.

She lost so much blood, will she die?

So resisting him, bleeding, and not wanting to be fucked by him are also subconscious suicides?

Why commit suicide!

“Bang!” He kicked the glove box under his feet violently to the ground, and all the things on the ground rolled out in pieces.

Band-aids, needles and threads, alcohol, photos, and pill boxes were all rolled over, as well as stuffed animals and rabbits that fell far away.

The face returned to a furious state, with blood-red eyes. He looked at the medicine box at his feet and stepped on it hard, wanting to crush everything, everything!

When he returned upstairs, he found her writhing anxiously on the bed.

Due to the effect of the medicine, she couldn’t control herself. During those two days, her white legs rubbed fiercely, and her thighs were already red. She rubbed her breasts in unspeakable pain and kept moaning in her mouth.

“It’s so uncomfortable, save the slave, the slave is so uncomfortable!” She looked at him with fascination in her eyes, and stretched out her desperate and forbearing hand toward him. The length of the chain around her neck was limited, so she could not touch him even though she was close at hand.

“Please Master, please save me. I feel so uncomfortable. The slave feels so uncomfortable!”

“Please fuck me, come and fuck me quickly! It’s so itchy, uncomfortable, and so hot, slave!” She screamed desperately, rubbing her breasts anxiously, without any reason.

He Zecheng looked at everything indifferently, one hand wrapped around the other, the bandage wrapped very thickly by him, staring at her expression, speechless.

Watching her performance, she desperately asked him for help.

After wrapping the bandage, he bit it with his teeth and tied a knot, and walked closer to her. Lin Yin couldn’t wait to move forward, put her arms around his neck and asked for help, “Master, please help me, fuck me…fuck me, the slave feels so uncomfortable, it really hurts!”

She cried out in pain, and her delicate hands kept stroking his body, from his neck, chest, to his body. She untied his bathrobe, leaned over and took his body into her mouth.

He saw all her actions, but did not take any action.

Lin Yin really couldn’t bear it and begged him to fuck her.

Fuck her quickly!She was really tormented by the desire in her body until she collapsed.

“Open your legs!” A cold voice ordered her.