He grabbed me and kissed me.

I was like a doll easily controlled by him in the palm of his hand, and there was no way to resist at all.

I lay on the bed like a fish on a milling board. It was as if life and death had been controlled by him. I realized that the suffocation in the gasp at this moment also drives the heartbeat. My heart was beating so strongly, like a girl in love, but I knew very well that I wasn't. I know very well that this kind of violent wheezing can cause suffocation, and this so-called rapid heartbeat will be exchanged for a permanent heartbeat.

When I couldn't hold on, I thought about death, and death tempted me like a banshee's song, and I couldn't help myself for a while.

Maybe I'm not that strong, that invincible Fang Jingxian is just a poor child disguised with thorns.

has not had the love of her parents since she was a child, and she is destined to be an abandoned daughter. The poor man who numbs his soul with revenge does not believe in love, and the reason is only that he is afraid of being hurt.

There has never been a single thing that has never been sincere, and it is all about operating the so-called life with a mechanical way of thinking.

Fang family. The Fang family didn't seem to have given anything except his name. Fang Jingxian, Jingxian, it really sounds like a sarcasm.

Jing, the meaning of a woman with talent. oblique, quiet, quiet. Xian, gentle and skillful. A gentle, skillful and quiet talented woman.

How do you feel that everything is sarcastic?

I have no choice, I can only fight with the Fang family and destroy the Fang family, which is a kind of faith for me. I want to erase all the qiē about the Fang family, so that I can live proudly. Alive.

I don't know why I think of so many things in this almost suffocating environment, like a spell of the night, controlling my soul.

Yan Shaocheng, to me, are you a black Satan, or an angel with folded wings?

I watched his gaze blur, and I thought I must have sand in my eyes, otherwise why would this be happening?

Yan Shaocheng was already happy, and he let me go. I let go of my suffocated body, but I tightened my soul that had been emptied, like heaven and hell, as if it had been in his hands, but I never believed in fate, let alone him.

My eyes were completely devoid of the feeling of wetness the moment I was awake. It was as if there was a natural barrier to my personality that disguised me, the deepest part of which no one could see.

Like an illusion in a trance, he won't find out.

"Is Mr. Yan going to be in estrus like this early in the morning?" My words were of course a kind of viciousness, and I mocked him, who had done too much of his excesses towards me.

Yan Shaocheng wasn't angry, or maybe his ability to hide his temper was top-notch, at least I didn't see a trace of anger in his resolute gaze. On the contrary, I felt that his dark eyes and seductive effect had always made me have an overly definite illusion, and that illusion seemed to tell me that the man in front of me had seen through your deeply disguised heart.

I set a wake-up call in my heart and kept reminding me of this relationship with this man. He had now tried to tear through my thorny camouflage and see through my heart, and my resistance had wrapped itself in layers of my already endangered heart.

I looked at him with clear resistance, and sure enough, this world is a world of the jungle, and I belong to the lower end of his food chain in Yan Shaocheng's world. And the man's possessiveness is at work, but he may want more to conquer.

My resistance may have made him have an instinct of desire, and this instinct drove him to have a deep desire for me.

I looked at Yan Shaocheng, what would happen if I really stood on the opposite side of him?

The pros and cons of the psychological warfare between us have become very clear, and I have passively sided with the inferior side. My hands were already sweating, helplessly grasping the sheets, and my subconscious actions made me want to have a haven, and Yan Shaocheng was definitely not my haven.

He propped his hands on either side of the bed, less than twenty centimeters away from me. I could almost hear him breathing, and I was leaning on the edge of the bed, my whole body in his range.

What I am afraid of may be his kind of psychological warfare that is close to silence, and my weaknesses are always unconsciously conveyed to Yan Shaocheng.

Yan Shaocheng looked at me, and that kind of gaze made me nowhere to hide. But he was still arrogant and never flinched.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Shaocheng finally spoke, but he was directly questioning me. The gentle and steady tone, coupled with the refreshing breath that I was familiar with, made me a little trance.

Does he have the ability to spy on people's hearts? Can you easily see through my heart?

"What were you thinking when I kissed you and strangled you?" Yan Shaocheng asked me repeatedly, and I was a little at a loss when I asked me. His words this time did not have the gentleness of the last time, but carried too much of a questioning flavor.

I could clearly see his brow furrow furrowed slightly. But the expression was as usual.

Sometimes I really don't dare to think about it, and I can't think of what Yan Shao has become to me, and he must force me into a corner.

And I just know that if I don't fight back, I'm going to be at a disadvantage forever. I have to find a way to give Yan Shaocheng a certain counterattack, and I can't let him live too well, otherwise I'm treating myself badly.

"What are you thinking?" This is the third time Yan Shaocheng has asked me, this time it is light and steady, and it doesn't seem like there's anything. But I know that Yan Shaocheng is already on the verge of anger, and Yan Shaocheng will not let me go so easily, otherwise it will not be Yan Shaocheng.

"I want you to stay away from me." I glared at Yan Shaocheng with a clear warning. His condescending attitude made me hate it, which made me want to desperately shake off Yan Shaocheng, and I may only know now what kind of person I was looking for.

When Yan Shaocheng heard what I said, he didn't get angry but laughed. But I could clearly see the forbearance in his expression. There was a mocking hint in his smile, as if he was laughing at my indiscretion and at my ridiculousness. What can't be ignored is the anger hidden under Yan Shaocheng's smile, I clearly saw that Yan Shaocheng's face was already angry, but he pressed it back.

His endurance was top-notch, and I seemed to understand why I wasn't his match anymore. In this way, I took it for granted that I lost.

"If you can get away with me, it's not too late to say that again. But I hope you understand something. You have never seen my strict methods. "Yan Shaocheng may have sensed that I have a tendency to part ways, but he seems to prefer that we can go to hell together.