Wen Li knew very well what the other party was going to do, and the horror was like gas exploding in his brain.

…… Let me go, I won't dare anymore.

He muttered indistinctly, his tie cutting off all his pronunciation, and Zuo Qing couldn't understand what he was saying.

Even if you understand, you won't stop.

She knows the other party's temperament very well, very stubborn and capricious, but she doesn't have the willpower to be broken and tenacious, and she prefers to stretch out her claws like a cat to test the outside world, test her tolerance, in fact, as long as he bullies him a little harder, he can hide from fear, and he is so well-behaved and docile that he doesn't like to talk, but as long as he waits for a while, the old problem will recur.

This kind of character, without any righteous awe-inspiring or decent person's spirit, fades away from external objects such as identity, and is inconspicuous when thrown into the crowd, just like the most common cement under the feet, which is corroded little by little over time, and finally weathered in the air and gradually dies out.

However, Wen Li has something in his body that others do not have, and his weak epidermis is sometimes as strong as a non-Newtonian body, synthesizing strength on its own to build muscles and bones. Cowering stubbornness, cowardly paranoia, timid stubbornness, these contradictory complex and polar qualities assemble such a personality.

Even if he really fell into the ground one day, he would not be truly assimilated into mud.

The stubbornness and hardness hidden under the weak skin will always take root and sprout before the complete disintegration, supporting him to always exist, for such a person, he can't be used to it, let alone spare no effort to oppress, he can only make him succumb through the method of grace and power, coercion and temptation.

The snow was still falling outside the window, and the sky was gray with no sunlight in sight.

"Wen Li." Zuo called him softly, and the young man didn't know if he heard it, and his back stiffened.

She continued: "This is just the beginning, and I hope you will understand a truth soon. ”

Fingertips ran over his lips, and then leaned in, the tie covered in saliva.

Zuo Qing said while stirring: "Whether you want to or not, obey or resist, with me, there will be no second result." ”

Wen Li's mouth was numb, his throat was even more uncomfortable, and he unconsciously rolled his eyes, as if he was about to vomit.

"Now tell me, why are you crazy today?"

Zuo Qing untied him, and from her angle, she could see two deep strangulation marks, like a clown's smile extending to the base of her ears, but she thought it was beautiful.

The boy lay on the bed and breathed heavily, his waist still hanging high in the air.

This posture is actually not pleasant, the blood rushes to the brain, and the chaotic mind is difficult to think, so it can only answer instinctively: "...... Did you go to the hotel with someone else last night? ”

The left light movement paused for a moment, touched the inside of the coat, and clicked on this posture.

Sure enough, Weibo headlines are her business.

#昨夜广宇总裁与男友出入一家豪华酒店 didn't leave until 8 a.m. #

Zuo Qing frowned slightly, and said as if explaining: "There was something last night, but the truth is not as the media speculated, I will explain it to you later, I hope you can trust me unconditionally at this point." She said and turned the person over.

Wen Li dodged his eyes, not daring to look at her.

Zuo chuckled lightly and clamped his jaw: "Lili, look at me." ”

The boy couldn't avoid it, and his gaze fell on her in cringe.