"Jiaojiao, I want to get you back and lock you in your room. But I know you're going to be angry. ”

Jiang Ci frowned, and some curvatures appeared on his thin lips, but they didn't seem to be there.

His eyes have been firmly locked on the woman's body, strong and with some condescending feelings.

"You can only belong to me, you know? Otherwise, then there is no need for you to exist. The man's voice was extremely calm, even cruel and sickly.

The woman sleeping on her stomach seemed to be a little uncomfortable because she was put in such a position, and she frowned vaguely.

Jiang Ci hooked his lips, his tone was a little tired, "Jiaojiao, I want to engrave my mark on your back, do you say okay?" As long as you are branded, you will never be able to leave me. ”

The completely unconscious woman didn't know what he was saying at all, and he still looked like he was asking for advice, "If you don't answer, I'll take you as an answer." ”

Jiang Ci talked to her and began to make his own moves.

He took the paintbrush and drew something on her very seriously, his eyes focused on a work of art.

Chu Jiaojiao, who was sleeping, only felt that her back seemed to be cold and numb, as if she had been injected with some unknown liquid, and she completely lost the feeling of pain.

And the hand that painted on her back one by one, the numbness that it brought up was deep in the bone marrow.

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The morning was hazy, like a dream.

When Chu Jiaojiao opened her eyes, the morning sun had already shone in through the transparent gauze curtain.

Because she had been lying on her stomach all night, her body and limbs felt stiff and tired.

The surroundings were quiet, and she subconsciously raised her hand to stroke her head.

Then, when I looked down, I realized that I was still wearing the dress.

Images of last night began to replay in my mind.

After participating in the Hundred Flowers Film Festival, it was already late for her to come back, but she didn't expect Jiang Ci to wait for her in the villa.

Because of her apologies, she talked to the man for a while, but she was so sleepy that she said that she wanted to rest, and then Jiang Ci let her drink the milk he had prepared, and then she seemed to be drowsy.

The memory stopped at this point, and then the door opened.

Jiang Ci walked in, leaned over the woman, and kissed her on the shoulder on her back.

"Good morning, Jiaojiao."

"Good morning, Jiang Ci." Chu Jiaojiao replied, turning her head to catch a glimpse of the man's gaze looking at her.

The feeling of being so affectionate that she couldn't suppress it made her feel a little wrong in a trance.

He was so close to her that his chin was almost buried in her neck, and his thin lips were pressed against her skin, a hot patch under the brand.

The arm moved, and Chu Jiaojiao wanted to get up, but he held his wrist.

"Jiaojiao, what are you going to do?" He asked nervously, his gaze firmly locked on her, refusing to let go of a change in the expression on her face.

"Get up, I didn't take a shower last night, and I felt a little uncomfortable." Chu Jiaojiao replied, but she didn't expect to be opposed by men.

"It's not been 8 hours yet, and you're not fit to take a shower right now."

"What?" Chu Jiaojiao was a little confused and looked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Ci's handsome facial features became more and more clean under the bright light, but his black eyes were extremely indifferent.

"Host, Jiang ...... Emperor Jiang painted something on you. Chu Jiaojiao's mind suddenly heard a trembling sound of the system.