CHAPTER XXV

"Going to the Soup and Fire" / Call me Meow

In my life, the most feared thing is not being able to meet someone who makes you have the urge to go to the soup.

"You..." In the elevator, Yao Qian's feet were weak, a little unsteady, and the whole person was lying on Chen Ziang's arm, looking up at him with half-squinted eyes facing the light, "How could you be him, he is already married, he is married to my good friend." ”

The hoarse voice was thick with complaints.

The arms holding the person trembled obviously, hung his head to look at her lightly, and snorted coldly: "Yao Qian, how did you forget that you didn't marry someone else and have children." ”

"yes, I'm married, I'm divorced." She chuckled lowly and reached out to push him away.

Relying on himself to get drunk, she grabbed his hand indiscriminately, his face, and nails cut through his skin, and he didn't even frown, just looked at her meaningfully.

Yao Qian took a step back, leaning against the mirror reflecting the light, her long eyelashes covering the emotions under her eyes.

"That's good......"

Some people don't know that they can easily provoke other people's emotions, so they always say things that hurt others. Chen Ziang took in the cold smile that bloomed above Yao Qian's face, his black eyes were full of anger, he pinched her jaw, but heard her whisper the second half of the sentence, "Everyone is fine." ”

Are you okay? If so, what are they now? So what is the emotion he has been giving? His fingers pinching her jaw increased the force, and his lips lightly covered hers, "Don't you think." ”

His kiss fell in response, sweeping over every nerve and every inch of her skin. She subconsciously turned her head away, her hands on his body and tried to resist. Just as she was about to take her next move, an untimely sound sounded in the quiet space.

The elevator doors opened.

Yao Qian looked at the more dazzling light outside in a daze, unable to bear the feeling of oppression from that person, and struggled to go out.

This move looked in Chen Ziang's eyes, his brows were furrowed, and he was angry. Dragged the person out of the elevator as she wanted, and she had been thrown by him on the opposite wall with a force, and the joints of her hands on her shoulders turned white, making her have to face the dark abyss.

"You go away, I hate you." Yao Qian was really drunk, her head was splitting, and the person in front of her had multiple ghosts. She felt that she should know him, because the smell on his body was so familiar and annoying, which made her feel intimidated and even a little sad. All kinds of complex emotions intertwined, tormenting her every sense. At this time, there was only one thought in her chaotic mind, and that was to leave him, and she must leave him quickly.

"You don't want me to touch you so much?"

He kneaded her shoulder fiercely, Yao Qian only felt a pain in her shoulder, and her breath was taken away. He lowered his head and blocked her dry red lips, the strong smell of alcohol filling their lips. The original angry men, in that sweet and forgetful plunder, under the bright light, they seem to be a pair of lovers who are falling in love, so intimate, so affectionate.

It's just that she's drunk and he's messed up.

Being sucked on her lips and tongue, Yao Qian was uncomfortable, her stomach was churning, and even her head hurt more and more. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she bit his lip with the last of her strength, but his kiss was fierce. In a moment, he collapsed in his arms, allowing him to make every movement.

Enduring the pain and disappointment, he deepened the lingering kiss. The hand under her probed into her skirt recklessly, and the coldness of her palm was wandering on her skin, Yao Qian couldn't help but tremble, and a hot current flowed through her body that was confusing her heart. She was afraid, afraid of that desire. Hopefully they will swallow her alive.

Retreated, but there was no way back behind him, so he had to clench his teeth. And his body was already pressed up, responding to her flinch with his heat. The hand was withdrawn from the pendulum and returned to her chest, kneading it without hesitation. She opened her mouth in a panic, and he took the opportunity to get involved in her mouth, and she couldn't resist him after all.

On the big white bed, she was wrapped in a black dress, and her body was softly scattered in the center, as beautiful as a rose. He leaned on top of her, and after a deep intoxicating kiss, he put his hands at her sides and turned to look at her quietly. It's not so much about looking at it as it is about appreciating it. From her neat short hair, to her half-squinted eyes, to her lips that were already slightly red and swollen.

She is like a work of art, exhibited before his eyes. He couldn't help but reach out to smooth her frowning brow, lowered his head to kiss her earlobe, buried his head gently in her neck, and rubbed his jaw against her tender skin. The scent of women permeated his nose.

Over the years, he had thought about her every day, the smell of her, the feeling of kissing her. It feels like a poppy, and it's getting more and more addictive and painful. Holding the person in her arms again, feeling the tenderness from her, and warming her own coldness with her scorching body.

The fullness underneath the body* is a man's heartfelt desire for a woman. The feeling was so strong that he lost his mind. A man who is physically and mentally normal, in love. Naturally, there will be a demand for this. More than once he tried to find solace in other women, trying to release his desires. Hope.

When she was twenty years old, she gave him this feeling for the first time, but it was love. Desire. He kissed her, and when the two of them were confused, she tugged at the hem of his shirt in fear, and in that case he just endured the pain in his body and hugged the person in his arms tightly. People always say that men are lower body animals, and Chen Ziang does not intend to argue with this. Physiologically, men and women are inherently different, and men can have no feelings and not no desires. Hope.

He would have it too, but after separating from her, every time it was just a physical need. What is the difference between a man and an animal without emotion*? Everyone thinks that Wen Nan is the love of his Chen Ziang. No one would believe that there had never been a relationship between them.

Male love and female love is a normal thing in the world. He used to think that he would not be able to control it, so when he brought Wen Nan back for the first time, he kissed her frantically, and she also responded enthusiastically, but when he opened his eyes and saw another face, he had already pushed the person away, and his heart was half cold.

It's not her, no one.

Chen Ziang didn't know that he could hold on for so many years, his lips roamed wantonly on Yao Qian's body, teasing her silky skin and teasing the calm hearts of the two.

"Lu Zhao, don't make trouble..."Her voice was gentle, with a hint of trembling.

It was the man on her body who was really trembling, his back straight, his body already stiff. The thin lips rested on her collarbone, and her confused eyes cleared for a moment.

A man can have sex with a woman he doesn't love or doesn't love himself. bed, but could not tolerate the woman lying under him, shouting the name of another man.

It was storming outside the city, and even though the air conditioning was on in the room, he didn't feel any warmth. The cold swept through his body, emanating from the bottom of his heart and penetrating every part of his body.

"Whose name are you calling?" He got up from her body and stood on the edge of the bed, his eyes staring straight at the person on the bed, and the look was fierce.

"Lu Zhao..." is still the same person's name, only this time, although her voice is small, but it is clear.

A hint of banter crossed the corners of Chen Ziang's mouth, and the green tendons on his forehead suddenly burst out, and he could feel that the hand he held under him was already gurgling. Reaching out and pulling her up from the bed, he held the back of her head and forced her to look at herself, "You show me clearly who I am." ”

Who is he? Yao Qian laughed suddenly, because of the misty in her eyes, the smile was very charming.

She didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled. She is like this, so that he has the urge to hit people. He dragged the person up and half-carried her into the bathroom, leaving the shower open and letting the cold water spray on her face.

Yao Qian choked on saliva and kept coughing, but the person who was dragging her didn't mean to let go. The water was so cold, it wet her hair, her face, and her whole body.

I didn't wear much today, but after being drenched like this, the clothes that clinged to my body were the same as if I didn't wear them. She was so cold that he suddenly pressed the person against his chest, suppressed his anger, and roared, "Say, who am I?" ”

A tall nose and thick eyebrows raised slightly rebelliously. Under the long and slightly curly eyelashes, there are a pair of dark and deep ice eyes, such angular facial features, such a look that people can't get away from at a glance, there has never been a second person in her memory. He asked her who he was. The question itself doesn't make much sense, not at all.

Yao Qian raised his eyes slightly, and first saw the man's bruised neck, and then looked over, only to find that he was not much better. Even more embarrassed than himself, Chen Ziang was even more embarrassed.

He also followed her to stand under the shower, the water first wet his body, the button on his collar was gone, and there were many finger marks on his neck and face, which were left by his own struggle. There were still traces of Yin Hong's blood on it, but after being washed away by the water, it left a miserable white.

The sound of 'Lu Zhao' was just something she said deliberately, she didn't know when she was awake, maybe when he kissed her, maybe when he carried her into the room. Watching him frown, watching him unhappy, watching his mood swings, the pleasure in her heart was satisfied, since they can't be okay with each other, let's torture each other.

She smiled flatteringly, put her hands on his shoulders without warning, and murmured as if she was drunk: "Chen Ziang, aren't you dirty about the women that others have used?" ”

She did it on purpose, deliberately to make him angry. Chen Ziang stared at her deadly, and the hand around her body had clamped her harder. Thinking about strangling her to death in her arms like this, she didn't know how much her heart hurt like this. The jealousy in his heart rose like a flame, constantly scurrying in his veins.

Yao Qian was a little frightened, and her hand slammed back from his shoulder, pushing him away. Maybe it was too angry, maybe it was a moment of trance, in short, Yao Qian watched him crash into the sink behind him. The dull sound that came from his body rang in her heart like a bell.

She pinched her head, trying to contain the discomfort in her body, and stumbled towards the door. The last shred of reason told her that she had to leave. For himself, but also for Jiang Xiaoxi.

For a moment, he rested his hand on the door, blocking her path. The straight body blocked the door, and there was no superfluous expression on his face, all of which were indifferent.

"Get out of the way."

He wouldn't let it.

Yao Qian gritted her teeth and leaned against the wall, "Chen Ziang, don't force me to hate you." ”

He was not angry, but laughed back, and his laughter was cold, "Don't you already hate me?" Forgot about it so quickly. ”

After speaking, without giving Yao Qian a chance to react, he had already hugged the person in his arms, and took the door to the room again. This time, instead of putting her back on the bed, he put her directly on the table. By the time she could react, he had already stripped her of the garment.

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