Bang!

Shut the door.

An Yijing was pressed against the door by him, and before he could speak, his mouth was blocked by him.

Not...

He wrapped up in a wine-scented kiss and violently invaded her mouth. It all came so suddenly, she didn't know it. But soon, he stopped suddenly.

"Don't you like me?" His wine-scented exhalation was heavy and heavy, and he trembled.

His eyes were fixed on her, with a thick fog in his expression that could not be dissolved.

As he spoke, he suddenly went limp, slid down her body, and finally sat at her feet, his head resting on her thigh.

"Well, I don't like it!" He muttered...... "I don't like it, people like me deserve to be liked by no one, and they deserve to be disliked by everyone." Can ......"

……

His voice trembled as he spoke, and she felt a burst of discomfort in her heart, the kind of discomfort that seemed to suffocate.

He's Ning Zhiyuan!

This man who has absolute power in country B, a man who controls the fate of many people.

At this moment, he is like a fragile teenager.

He always says that he is a kind of person, what kind of person is he?

After a while, she involuntarily squatted down and asked him, "But what?"

She knew what else he wanted to say.

"But......" he grabbed her arm, pressed her tightly under him, and then pressed her ear, and said in a low and slow voice, "but you are mine."

"Well......" he said again, "you're mine!"

"Mine!"

With that, he buried his head in her shoulder blades.

After waiting for a while, he didn't continue to open the door and speak.

Sleepy, could it be?

An Yijing carefully removed him from his body, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

Well, it's true that I'm already asleep.

But falling asleep here isn't a matter of time!

She looked around, and helped him to rest on the couch.

After that, she went to great lengths to get him on the couch.

Inadvertently, she saw a crystal tear buried in his eye.

Those beautiful eyes, watery.

He, crying?

In a trance, he suddenly reached out and grabbed one of her hands.

"Don't, don't...... I don't sell! I don't sell! ”

He roared in a hoarse voice, as if he wanted to roar out his anger.

Sell?

What to sell?

What did he go through?

This man seems to be hiding an abyss, bottomless.

Such people have never been as simple as they seem.

What did he go through, exactly?

It must be an extremely terrifying thing to make such a powerful person afraid of this.

While thinking about it, Ning Zhiyuan's hand became tighter and tighter, and he seemed to be holding back something.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and it seemed that blood foamed out.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

She reached out and slowly patted him on the back, comforting him softly: "It's okay, it's okay." I'm ......"

……

In her reassurance, he gradually regained his composure.

"It hurts~" he spoke, his thick nasal voice mixed with some milky sounds.

It's very different from what he usually does.

But An Yijing understands that once a person like him is in pain, it must be really painful.

Hurt?

She thought back to the part of his body she had just patted.

I tried to shoot it again.

"It hurts~" he said again, his brows furrowed deeply.

Over here?

She moved her gaze to his waist and tried to reach for him.

She slowly lifted his close-fitting shirt.

Several shocking wounds instantly appeared in front of An Yijing.