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The sound of pingping was blocked out by the door. Xuan Qingya looked lonely. She turned around and looked at Zhu Hao who was tearing off her remaining clothes. How could they have come to this point? Noticing Xuan Qingya's eyes, he glanced at her and asked sadly, "Did I indulge you too much?" After that, Zhu Hao forcefully picked her up and left the bed, making her stand on the ground. Then he stood behind her and pressed her waist with his hands and pressed down suddenly, making her head buried in the bed, with her hands tied to the bed, and the only sound she could make was sobbing. "Are you crazy?!" Xuan Qingya was ashamed and angry that he had bent her into an animal mating posture. The man behind her had a cold voice with a crazy roar. "I am crazy Qingya, you drove me crazy, are you happy?" After that, the man slapped her buttocks, "Open your legs, I want to fuck you." Xuan Qingya was frightened by his indifference and vulgarity, and her voice softened immediately. "Zhu Hao...you let me go. Let's have a good talk. Do you think I've gone too far? Can I apologize to you? Don't do this to me..." Zhu Hao took out his organ, slammed it against her buttocks, and pinched her flesh hard with his hands. He stared at her soft back with a lustful look. He asked himself, "Then who let me go? Who do you think I came back for this time?" Xuan Qingya just turned his head and wanted to say something.
But suddenly Zhu Hao held her head and roughly spread her thighs apart, pulled off her panties with his hands, and thrust straight into her body without any transition. Xuan Qingya's eyes widened. Zhu Hao's smell and tools were savagely expanding her territory. She felt a tearing pain in her lower body. Xuan Qingya bit her lips and couldn't control her calves from trembling. Zhu Hao went in very quickly, and her thighs began to tremble uncontrollably, and her calves tilted up. The pain of cell reconstruction forced her to tilt her neck back in disbelief, bit her lips tightly, and physiological tears flowed. "It hurts..." She clenched her hands with red eyes. Blood and semen flowed all over the texture of the white floor tiles and seeped into the cracks along the way. Zhu Hao's white clothes had a pink glow after the blood dissolved. For the rest of the time. Zhu Hao spread her lower body apart, and repeatedly fiddled with her nest from top to bottom. He watched with interest as the red and swollen flesh petals opened and closed, closed and opened again, and continued to say bad words. "Is it Yu Hanzhang who enjoys fucking you or me? Answer me." Xuan Qingya didn't say anything. Zhu Hao's good mood, which had just eased, was gone again. He began to become more violent and his movements became more rough. Blood slowly flowed down Xuan Qingya's thighs. Finally, after Zhu Hao's climax, Xuan Qingya seized the opportunity, pushed him away, and then picked up a coat to cover herself, and ran down the hillside behind the villa without looking back. She wanted to run to where Yu Hanzhang was.
Before he could catch a glimpse of her, a sudden force pushed him from behind.
The sound of a child's cries shattered the hospital's tranquility. Yu Hanzhang stumbled after the stretcher, his grip tight around Xuan Qingya's cold hand. His fingers trembled slightly as he longed to hold her, yet he feared touching her wounds, his arm hovering uncertainly in the air.
"Please, don't let anything happen to her..." Even the strongest and most stoic man couldn't help but shed tears at that moment, his eyes brimming with unshed sorrow.
He used his phone's location system to find the villa, only to discover Yu Ping crying inside, the place eerily empty.
Search teams found Xuan Qingya unconscious at the foot of the hill. Seeing her battered form filled him with rage; he clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could punish himself for failing to protect her.
Why hadn’t he kept her safe?
Why had she suffered so much harm?
As he watched Xuan Qingya being wheeled into the emergency room, Yu Hanzhang pounded his fists against the wall in frustration, each strike echoing his desperation. He could only hope she would pull through and awaken, his eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.
Yu Lingling had never seen her brother so distraught. She quietly sat beside Yu Ping, gently patting her back to soothe her. A doctor emerged from the operating room, and Yu Hanzhang rushed over, urgency in his steps as he leaned forward. "How is my wife?"
The doctor glanced at him and replied, "Your wife shows signs of having been assaulted. She sustained some abrasions from rolling down the hill, and we found evidence of a blow to the back of her head. There may be some lasting effects; we’ll have to wait until the surgery is over..."
With that, the doctor hurried away.
Yu Hanzhang took two steps back in despair, his body swaying slightly as he stood silently waiting, his gaze hollow as it fixed on the operating room.
Yu Lingling cautiously asked, "Could it be Zhu…"
"Don’t mention his name in front of me!"
Yu Hanzhang was on the brink of madness, shouting in anger. He couldn't fathom why Zhu Hao had pushed Xuan Qingya down the slope!
He should have been more ruthless; he should have made Zhu Hao disappear completely!
His eyes were bloodshot, his expression twisted with rage.
As the first light of dawn broke, Xuan Qingya was finally wheeled out of the operating room. Yu Hanzhang gazed tenderly at his wife, her body wrapped in bandages, his heart filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry for making you suffer," he whispered.
She lay there with her eyes closed, lost in a weary dream, offering him no response. Yet the slight warmth of her hand was enough to satisfy him as he gently clasped it.
She was still here; that was enough.
However, half a month later, Xuan Qingya still had not awakened. The doctors said she had suffered a brain injury and might become a vegetable.
Yu Hanzhang was nearly driven to insanity. He stopped going to work and spent all day by Xuan Qingya's bedside, calling out to her with a hoarse voice.
"Qingya, I love you."
So please, wake up.
It didn't matter if she resented him or hated him for wanting to leave; all he wanted was for her to be alive—moving, smiling, and getting angry like the Xuan Qingya he knew.
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