Warning 18+ content; trigger non-con; self-harm
The man’s tears made Yan Qing curl up her hands and feet, she stared at him for a moment, turned her head, and covered her face with her arms.
She was shocked and confused, her voice was so dry that she didn’t know how to respond.
Yan Qing subconsciously objected a few words, and even mentioned He Xiangjin relentlessly: “You…don’t bully others, He Xiangjin…”
Just a name broke Huo Yunshen’s last sliver of reason.
He couldn’t bear the thoughts that he had suppressed for a long time anymore, and pressed Yan Qing’s nape for the second time, making her lose the ability to resist, then he got up and carried her to the co-pilot seat, fastened the seat belt, and then got into the driver’s seat, the whole car was locked, then he stepped on the gas pedal, and headed straight for Haicheng.
The phone was vibrating, and he picked it up and explained in a steady tone: “Postpone the show, I’ll be responsible for all losses.”
After speaking, he hung up immediately, threw it behind him, grabbed Yan Qing’s fingertips with one hand and clenched the steering wheel with the other, a pair of bottomless black eyes staring straight ahead.
His frenzied blood boiled wantonly in his body.
His only medicine in the world was unwilling to heal him, and he had become the downright lunatic that she once hated the most.
He wanted to go home, to a place where she couldn’t jump out of the window, couldn’t escape, and where he could trap her firmly.
Only his place.
The wedding room in Xingyun Jian, on the forty-second floor, had no neighbours, no one disturbed them, and he and she could be locked together.
Just the two of them.
The shooting location was not far from downtown Haicheng, and a two-hour drive was enough to arrive. Huo Yunshen wrapped Yan Qing in his coat and carried her upstairs. When she got out of the elevator, she woke up, facing the unfamiliar environment around her, she showed fear on her face.
The door recognized their irises and opened automatically. Huo Yunshen stroked her head and comforted her in a low voice: “Qingqing, don’t be afraid, this is the wedding room I prepared for you. You have been here before, and you said you like it.”
Yan Qing widened her eyes. Looking at the carefully arranged panoramic mansion in front of her, even the wall lamp in the foyer was carefully hung with red tassels.
“Huo Yunshen, don’t be like this…” She trembled a little, realizing that there was no way to escape here, she blocked his kissing lips in horror, “Are you trying to lock me up again!”
As if in response to her question, the door slowly opened and was closed slowly, and sealed with a “da”.
Huo Yunshen clasped her arms, motionless and without stopping a step, he went straight to the bedroom, and put her on the big soft bed covered with several white wedding dresses.
Yan Qing sank and bounced up again. As soon as she wanted to escape, she immediately fell down, and a shadow enveloped her, begging hoarsely: “Baby, be good, please, this is your home, I am your lover, you just forgot.”
He bowed his head to kiss her.
Yan Qing’s eyes were red, and she covered her lips with both hands, not letting him get close.
But he directly pressed his wet and soft lips on the back of her delicate hand, sucking kisses inch by inch, occasionally touching the tip of his tongue hotly, his lips were as cold as ice, which extremely stimulated her senses.
Yan Qing’s skin was numb, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and her legs were still trying to resist.
The man’s slender and thin legs were far stronger than hers, and he easily imprisoned her. He continued to lick and bite her lips obsessively. He picked up her fingers and kissed her snow-white fingertips reverently one by one.
He was breathing heavily, revealing the madness in his bones.
Yan Qing was frightened and felt itchy, but an unbearable current was still surging in her spine. She was at a loss and panted lightly, her hands that were gradually losing strength were suddenly grabbed by him, pinching her wrists and pressing them on top of her head.
She was no longer covered, her brows, eyes, cheeks, lips, neck, chest, waist, and limbs were all exposed to his devouring sight.
“You… what are you doing!”
Huo Yunshen’s eyes rolled, he wrapped her earlobe in a gloomy and cherished way, and he said something while crying and sighing: “Sex, baby forgot, not yet, your husband will teach you.”
He pulled the soft veil wrapped around her flailing wrist and held it down.
Yan Qing never thought that such a plot would happen in her life. Facing the man whose mental condition was absolutely abnormal at the moment, she felt his trembling hands wantonly ignite her with flames, and the anger and repulsion that she thought would appear, was actually gradually and confusingly replaced by the love engraved into her bones.
She was lying in a wedding dress.
She was carried to the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the soft carpet, then she saw his scarred body with her own eyes.
He leaned on her back and bit the words.
“Qingqing is mine…”
“She can’t defend others, she can’t think about others!”
“It doesn’t matter if you forget, you can’t go with others.”
“It’s only me, there is no one else in your world, you just look at me, okay.”
He rubbed against her one after another, it was half sad and half cruel, crushing her will without a bottom line.
In the middle of the night, Yan Qing was wrapped in the quilt, looking at the French windows with wet almond eyes, her whole body was sore, her lips seemed to be swollen and hissing, it was a little painful.
She was sure that this place was in the Nebula Room, but she had no memory of how she came here.
Yan Qing felt a slight soreness in her lower abdomen, which seemed to be a sign that her aunt was coming. Her face was slightly pale, and she was full of thoughts about the cub that might exist in her belly.
Damn…it turned out that it wasn’t a brag that she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed.
But where did Shenshen go, he couldn’t leave her here alone.
Yan Qing’s feet landed on the ground, she thought she hadn’t made any noise, but he heard the door of the adjacent room being pushed open suddenly, and Huo Yunshen rushed in with almost panicked strides.
She was hugged and then she remembered that his study was next door: “Are you working? Don’t worry about me, hurry up, I’ll go to the bathroom.”
Seeing him not letting go, and his strength was still increasing, Yan Qing couldn’t help but look up in surprise, facing Huo Yunshen’s bloodless face, she rubbed it while standing on tiptoe: “Is there any discomfort? Your face is so bad.”
He called out tremblingly: “Qingqing.”
“I’m here.” Yan Qing stroked his overly stiff back, feeling a sudden feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
It’s so wrong…
It seemed that all abnormalities pointed to a possibility.
Yan Qing held back, knowing that he wouldn’t say anything, so she simply didn’t ask anything, and pretended not to notice, she shook his arm: “Wait for me.”
Huo Yunshen didn’t leave an inch, and wanted to follow her to the bathroom. She wiped it with a paper towel, picked it up and saw that her nose was sore.
Big aunt!
Where did she get pregnant? It was all a false impression. Everything she imagined was in vain, but once the pregnancy was not established, all the symptoms on her body became even more strange.
Huo Yunshen kept an eye on people all night, and Yan Qing tried her best to find a chance when he was not in the room, then she picked up mobile phone from behind the curtain, and turned on the video.
She knew something must have happened.
Yan Qing was in a muddle and couldn’t tell the time. When she went to get the phone with a clear mind again, it had already turned off automatically, and Huo Yunshen’s fingers had new wounds, which looked like they had been bitten. No matter how hard he hid, he couldn’t escape her eyes.
With the charger and mobile phone in her pocket, she entered the bathroom in the name of taking a shower, sat in the bathtub, and played the video that lasted several hours unsteadily.
In the picture, she was sleeping at first, and when she woke up again, she was a completely different person.
The one on the screen was her wantonly hurting the man she loved so much. Between the lines, Yan Qing could tell that what was in her head was the memory of just reuniting with Huo Yunshen on the bridge and being forcibly taken away by him.
The phone dropped in the bathtub.
Yan Qing understood what happened, she hugged her knees, buried her head in it, curled up into a ball and cried silently.
It turned out that his injuries, his haggard brows and eyes, and his bone-chilling madness were all due to such fatal tortures again and again, but she herself knew nothing about it.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
“Qingqing, why haven’t you come out yet.”
“Qingqing…”
Huo Yunshen was always calling her name, as if grasping the only driftwood and straw.
Yan Qing wiped her eyes vigorously, and wanted to run out to hug him, but she still restrained herself, she couldn’t admit defeat, the burden of being alone was too much, even if she hurt him again, she would be better off hitting him head-on to death.
She pretended to get along with him easily, and didn’t mention anything about leaving Xingyun Jian.
Shenshen was imprisoning her.
His spirit had collapsed, the terrible madness that others said was gnawing at him, and it could not be cured by her intimacy when she was awake.
Then let him do it, as long as it could give him peace of mind, she was willing to tie her up or lock her up.
Before falling asleep again, Yan Qing went to the kitchen to find a folded mini fruit knife, carried it back, first wrote a few lines in the palm of her hand with a waterproof and sweatproof eyeliner, then opened the knife, pursed her lips and stabbed it into her skin.
Next to those words, she drew a slit half finger long with her own hands.
It hurt, hurt… it hurt to death!
But this little pain was nothing compared to the pain he endured deeply.
Early the next morning, morning light seeped into the window and covered the messy big bed.
Huo Yunshen stayed up all night, guarding Yan Qing’s side, staring at her intently, afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.
He was immersed in the boundless silence, twitching the corners of his mouth in self-mocking.
If Huo Linchuan wanted him to go completely insane, then he had chosen the right way, and he would do it soon.
No matter how deep the water of the group was, it would not escape his control.
But Qingqing’s repeated coldness was a torture he could never resist.
She was going to wake up, and once more…maybe again…, she would have a full blown illness.
Gentle sunlight generally spread over her.
Yan Qing slowly opened her eyes, her clear eyes were looking straight at him.
Huo Yunshen dared not breathe deeply.
Yan Qing was stunned, she didn’t know the person in front of her.
She moved her hands nervously, shrinking back from the sudden stabbing pain, and raised it reflexively to check the wound.
On the palm of her open hand, there was a dark red cut that hadn’t healed yet, and next to it, there were small characters written stroke by stroke. She was very sure that it was her own unique handwriting.
“You have lost your memory. The person in front of you is Huo Yunshen, your husband. He loves you like your life.”
“Believe him unconditionally, love him deeply, act like a baby, dare not hurt him, else he will commit suicide!”
There was also a super fierce stick figure face.
Yan Qing blinked, read the words again, quietly raised her long eyelashes, and looked at the man who was close at hand.
He looked so fierce, he wanted to swallow her, but he was also so pitiful.
She scratched the quilt embarrassingly, and asked cautiously: “Excuse me, are you Huo Yunshen?”
Huo Yunshen’s heart swelled to the point of pain: “Yes.”
Yan Qing tentatively touched his hand, her clear eyes were a little confused: “Are you sad?”
Huo Yunshen’s Adam’s apple slid up and down, unable to speak bitterly.
Yan Qing bit her lip, unleashed her potential, boldly moved to his leg, hugged his arm, rubbed against him like a kitten, looked up at him anxiously, not sure if her “desperately coquettish” actions were qualified.
Afraid that it wasn’t enough, she quickly kissed him on the cheek again, and added softly: “I may have forgotten you, but I know—”
Huo Yunshen asked with difficulty: “What?”
Yan Qing’s eyes were full of his reflection: “I know that I must love you very much.”
Huo Yunshen’s joints were tense, and he turned over her painfully curled up hand, and when he saw the wound and words on it, his eyes trembled.
Qingqing didn’t say anything, but told him in the softest and most painful way.
He was not alone.
He was not alone in this world.
No matter when the memory came back, she would rather stab the bone with a knife than remember to hug him.
The only medicine that belonged to him, was gently applied to his shapeless heart, it gave him the warmest lair, and pulled him back from purgatory to the real world.
Huo Yunshen held her hand, buried her in his arms, and desperately trapped her to death.
Yan Qing stroked him skilfully to comfort him, but when she touched him, the route was a bit wrong, from the back to the waist inexplicably, she didn’t hold back all of a sudden, and pinched his tight muscles.
Oh my god, it felt so good.
Huo Yunshen froze for a moment, and raised his face: “What are you doing?”
Yan Qing’s ears burst into red, trying to whitewash her peace, but in the end she stared at his sharp facial features.
Wow…
She said shyly, “I think I made a lot of money.”
His ending was still unsteady: “Huh?”
Yan Qing’s heart beat like a drum, and she whispered, “I woke up and picked up such a good husband for nothing, and….”
She gave Huo Yunshen a thumbs up and praised earnestly: “My husband is really invincible and handsome.”
Warning 18+ content; trigger non-con; self-harm
The man’s tears made Yan Qing curl up her hands and feet, she stared at him for a moment, turned her head, and covered her face with her arms.
She was shocked and confused, her voice was so dry that she didn’t know how to respond.
Yan Qing subconsciously objected a few words, and even mentioned He Xiangjin relentlessly: “You…don’t bully others, He Xiangjin…”
Just a name broke Huo Yunshen’s last sliver of reason.
He couldn’t bear the thoughts that he had suppressed for a long time anymore, and pressed Yan Qing’s nape for the second time, making her lose the ability to resist, then he got up and carried her to the co-pilot seat, fastened the seat belt, and then got into the driver’s seat, the whole car was locked, then he stepped on the gas pedal, and headed straight for Haicheng.
The phone was vibrating, and he picked it up and explained in a steady tone: “Postpone the show, I’ll be responsible for all losses.”
After speaking, he hung up immediately, threw it behind him, grabbed Yan Qing’s fingertips with one hand and clenched the steering wheel with the other, a pair of bottomless black eyes staring straight ahead.
His frenzied blood boiled wantonly in his body.
His only medicine in the world was unwilling to heal him, and he had become the downright lunatic that she once hated the most.
He wanted to go home, to a place where she couldn’t jump out of the window, couldn’t escape, and where he could trap her firmly.
Only his place.
The wedding room in Xingyun Jian, on the forty-second floor, had no neighbours, no one disturbed them, and he and she could be locked together.
Just the two of them.
The shooting location was not far from downtown Haicheng, and a two-hour drive was enough to arrive. Huo Yunshen wrapped Yan Qing in his coat and carried her upstairs. When she got out of the elevator, she woke up, facing the unfamiliar environment around her, she showed fear on her face.
The door recognized their irises and opened automatically. Huo Yunshen stroked her head and comforted her in a low voice: “Qingqing, don’t be afraid, this is the wedding room I prepared for you. You have been here before, and you said you like it.”
Yan Qing widened her eyes. Looking at the carefully arranged panoramic mansion in front of her, even the wall lamp in the foyer was carefully hung with red tassels.
“Huo Yunshen, don’t be like this…” She trembled a little, realizing that there was no way to escape here, she blocked his kissing lips in horror, “Are you trying to lock me up again!”
As if in response to her question, the door slowly opened and was closed slowly, and sealed with a “da”.
Huo Yunshen clasped her arms, motionless and without stopping a step, he went straight to the bedroom, and put her on the big soft bed covered with several white wedding dresses.
Yan Qing sank and bounced up again. As soon as she wanted to escape, she immediately fell down, and a shadow enveloped her, begging hoarsely: “Baby, be good, please, this is your home, I am your lover, you just forgot.”
He bowed his head to kiss her.
Yan Qing’s eyes were red, and she covered her lips with both hands, not letting him get close.
But he directly pressed his wet and soft lips on the back of her delicate hand, sucking kisses inch by inch, occasionally touching the tip of his tongue hotly, his lips were as cold as ice, which extremely stimulated her senses.
Yan Qing’s skin was numb, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and her legs were still trying to resist.
The man’s slender and thin legs were far stronger than hers, and he easily imprisoned her. He continued to lick and bite her lips obsessively. He picked up her fingers and kissed her snow-white fingertips reverently one by one.
He was breathing heavily, revealing the madness in his bones.
Yan Qing was frightened and felt itchy, but an unbearable current was still surging in her spine. She was at a loss and panted lightly, her hands that were gradually losing strength were suddenly grabbed by him, pinching her wrists and pressing them on top of her head.
She was no longer covered, her brows, eyes, cheeks, lips, neck, chest, waist, and limbs were all exposed to his devouring sight.
“You… what are you doing!”
Huo Yunshen’s eyes rolled, he wrapped her earlobe in a gloomy and cherished way, and he said something while crying and sighing: “Sex, baby forgot, not yet, your husband will teach you.”
He pulled the soft veil wrapped around her flailing wrist and held it down.
Yan Qing never thought that such a plot would happen in her life. Facing the man whose mental condition was absolutely abnormal at the moment, she felt his trembling hands wantonly ignite her with flames, and the anger and repulsion that she thought would appear, was actually gradually and confusingly replaced by the love engraved into her bones.
She was lying in a wedding dress.
She was carried to the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the soft carpet, then she saw his scarred body with her own eyes.
He leaned on her back and bit the words.
“Qingqing is mine…”
“She can’t defend others, she can’t think about others!”
“It doesn’t matter if you forget, you can’t go with others.”
“It’s only me, there is no one else in your world, you just look at me, okay.”
He rubbed against her one after another, it was half sad and half cruel, crushing her will without a bottom line.
In the middle of the night, Yan Qing was wrapped in the quilt, looking at the French windows with wet almond eyes, her whole body was sore, her lips seemed to be swollen and hissing, it was a little painful.
She was sure that this place was in the Nebula Room, but she had no memory of how she came here.
Yan Qing felt a slight soreness in her lower abdomen, which seemed to be a sign that her aunt was coming. Her face was slightly pale, and she was full of thoughts about the cub that might exist in her belly.
Damn…it turned out that it wasn’t a brag that she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed.
But where did Shenshen go, he couldn’t leave her here alone.
Yan Qing’s feet landed on the ground, she thought she hadn’t made any noise, but he heard the door of the adjacent room being pushed open suddenly, and Huo Yunshen rushed in with almost panicked strides.
She was hugged and then she remembered that his study was next door: “Are you working? Don’t worry about me, hurry up, I’ll go to the bathroom.”
Seeing him not letting go, and his strength was still increasing, Yan Qing couldn’t help but look up in surprise, facing Huo Yunshen’s bloodless face, she rubbed it while standing on tiptoe: “Is there any discomfort? Your face is so bad.”
He called out tremblingly: “Qingqing.”
“I’m here.” Yan Qing stroked his overly stiff back, feeling a sudden feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
It’s so wrong…
It seemed that all abnormalities pointed to a possibility.
Yan Qing held back, knowing that he wouldn’t say anything, so she simply didn’t ask anything, and pretended not to notice, she shook his arm: “Wait for me.”
Huo Yunshen didn’t leave an inch, and wanted to follow her to the bathroom. She wiped it with a paper towel, picked it up and saw that her nose was sore.
Big aunt!
Where did she get pregnant? It was all a false impression. Everything she imagined was in vain, but once the pregnancy was not established, all the symptoms on her body became even more strange.
Huo Yunshen kept an eye on people all night, and Yan Qing tried her best to find a chance when he was not in the room, then she picked up mobile phone from behind the curtain, and turned on the video.
She knew something must have happened.
Yan Qing was in a muddle and couldn’t tell the time. When she went to get the phone with a clear mind again, it had already turned off automatically, and Huo Yunshen’s fingers had new wounds, which looked like they had been bitten. No matter how hard he hid, he couldn’t escape her eyes.
With the charger and mobile phone in her pocket, she entered the bathroom in the name of taking a shower, sat in the bathtub, and played the video that lasted several hours unsteadily.
In the picture, she was sleeping at first, and when she woke up again, she was a completely different person.
The one on the screen was her wantonly hurting the man she loved so much. Between the lines, Yan Qing could tell that what was in her head was the memory of just reuniting with Huo Yunshen on the bridge and being forcibly taken away by him.
The phone dropped in the bathtub.
Yan Qing understood what happened, she hugged her knees, buried her head in it, curled up into a ball and cried silently.
It turned out that his injuries, his haggard brows and eyes, and his bone-chilling madness were all due to such fatal tortures again and again, but she herself knew nothing about it.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
“Qingqing, why haven’t you come out yet.”
“Qingqing…”
Huo Yunshen was always calling her name, as if grasping the only driftwood and straw.
Yan Qing wiped her eyes vigorously, and wanted to run out to hug him, but she still restrained herself, she couldn’t admit defeat, the burden of being alone was too much, even if she hurt him again, she would be better off hitting him head-on to death.
She pretended to get along with him easily, and didn’t mention anything about leaving Xingyun Jian.
Shenshen was imprisoning her.
His spirit had collapsed, the terrible madness that others said was gnawing at him, and it could not be cured by her intimacy when she was awake.
Then let him do it, as long as it could give him peace of mind, she was willing to tie her up or lock her up.
Before falling asleep again, Yan Qing went to the kitchen to find a folded mini fruit knife, carried it back, first wrote a few lines in the palm of her hand with a waterproof and sweatproof eyeliner, then opened the knife, pursed her lips and stabbed it into her skin.
Next to those words, she drew a slit half finger long with her own hands.
It hurt, hurt… it hurt to death!
But this little pain was nothing compared to the pain he endured deeply.
Early the next morning, morning light seeped into the window and covered the messy big bed.
Huo Yunshen stayed up all night, guarding Yan Qing’s side, staring at her intently, afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.
He was immersed in the boundless silence, twitching the corners of his mouth in self-mocking.
If Huo Linchuan wanted him to go completely insane, then he had chosen the right way, and he would do it soon.
No matter how deep the water of the group was, it would not escape his control.
But Qingqing’s repeated coldness was a torture he could never resist.
She was going to wake up, and once more…maybe again…, she would have a full blown illness.
Gentle sunlight generally spread over her.
Yan Qing slowly opened her eyes, her clear eyes were looking straight at him.
Huo Yunshen dared not breathe deeply.
Yan Qing was stunned, she didn’t know the person in front of her.
She moved her hands nervously, shrinking back from the sudden stabbing pain, and raised it reflexively to check the wound.
On the palm of her open hand, there was a dark red cut that hadn’t healed yet, and next to it, there were small characters written stroke by stroke. She was very sure that it was her own unique handwriting.
“You have lost your memory. The person in front of you is Huo Yunshen, your husband. He loves you like your life.”
“Believe him unconditionally, love him deeply, act like a baby, dare not hurt him, else he will commit suicide!”
There was also a super fierce stick figure face.
Yan Qing blinked, read the words again, quietly raised her long eyelashes, and looked at the man who was close at hand.
He looked so fierce, he wanted to swallow her, but he was also so pitiful.
She scratched the quilt embarrassingly, and asked cautiously: “Excuse me, are you Huo Yunshen?”
Huo Yunshen’s heart swelled to the point of pain: “Yes.”
Yan Qing tentatively touched his hand, her clear eyes were a little confused: “Are you sad?”
Huo Yunshen’s Adam’s apple slid up and down, unable to speak bitterly.
Yan Qing bit her lip, unleashed her potential, boldly moved to his leg, hugged his arm, rubbed against him like a kitten, looked up at him anxiously, not sure if her “desperately coquettish” actions were qualified.
Afraid that it wasn’t enough, she quickly kissed him on the cheek again, and added softly: “I may have forgotten you, but I know—”
Huo Yunshen asked with difficulty: “What?”
Yan Qing’s eyes were full of his reflection: “I know that I must love you very much.”
Huo Yunshen’s joints were tense, and he turned over her painfully curled up hand, and when he saw the wound and words on it, his eyes trembled.
Qingqing didn’t say anything, but told him in the softest and most painful way.
He was not alone.
He was not alone in this world.
No matter when the memory came back, she would rather stab the bone with a knife than remember to hug him.
The only medicine that belonged to him, was gently applied to his shapeless heart, it gave him the warmest lair, and pulled him back from purgatory to the real world.
Huo Yunshen held her hand, buried her in his arms, and desperately trapped her to death.
Yan Qing stroked him skilfully to comfort him, but when she touched him, the route was a bit wrong, from the back to the waist inexplicably, she didn’t hold back all of a sudden, and pinched his tight muscles.
Oh my god, it felt so good.
Huo Yunshen froze for a moment, and raised his face: “What are you doing?”
Yan Qing’s ears burst into red, trying to whitewash her peace, but in the end she stared at his sharp facial features.
Wow…
She said shyly, “I think I made a lot of money.”
His ending was still unsteady: “Huh?”
Yan Qing’s heart beat like a drum, and she whispered, “I woke up and picked up such a good husband for nothing, and….”
She gave Huo Yunshen a thumbs up and praised earnestly: “My husband is really invincible and handsome.”
