Chapter 115 Baby, Stand Firm!

Seeing that she was distracted, Kolov gently bit her lower lip, very lightly, without the usual bloody taste.

He now knows how to cherish her; she is so fragile that her skin turns red very easily if you scratch her.

Ji Wanwan snapped out of her daze, her eyes tightly shut. She kept retreating to the corner of the wall, her back touching the light and the door opening, instantly darkening the once bright room.

Connecting with the night outside, only a sliver of moonlight shone through the flowing gauze onto the floor.

Kolov kissed even more passionately, and his rough hands began to become restless.

Ji Wanwan felt that he was really starving, but now was not the time!

no!

She kissed him, but didn't mention cooking for him.

Ji Wanwan put her arms behind her back, her fingertips searching for the switch, and pushed him with one hand.

The soft sound of the light being turned on and the sound of the belt being unbuckled rang out simultaneously.

Ji Wanwan was speechless.

That was pretty quick.

The blinding light shone on them.

Kolov's tall figure froze for a moment. Ji Wanwan pushed him away forcefully, and when she touched his chest, it was incredibly hot.

That's enough.

Ji Wanwan wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth; her neck and above were so red they looked like they could bleed.

I didn't know; I thought they were having a pure romance...

"not enough!"

Suddenly, Kolov's eyes turned bloodshot, and he pressed down on her again, turning off the light once more.

...

Ji Wanwan felt her lips go numb, her brain had gone blank, and every now and then a tingling sensation made her legs weak.

She almost fell to the ground, but luckily Kolov caught her in time.

"Get out of here!" Wanwan's voice became coquettish at this moment.

The next second, Kolov turned Ji Wanwan around, tied her hands behind her back, and whispered provocatively in her ear.

"Baby, stand firm."

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The next day.

When Ji Wanwan opened her eyes, Kolov was gone.

That bastard, he got himself into this mess, and then he just ran away?

Ji Wanwan, supporting her aching back, said with a self-deprecating tone, "It's such a long-lost feeling..."

She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. There weren't as many red marks on her body as before; at least the perpetrator had been gentler.

That's something to be praised for.

When Ji Wanwan finished washing up and came out, she saw Kolov carrying a bowl of noodles into the room.

Hmm, she was pretty sure it tasted like tomato and egg noodles.

So he didn't leave after all; he went to cook noodles for her?

Kolov raised an eyebrow at her: "You can still get out of bed?"

Ji Wanwan rolled her eyes and lowered her hands from her hips.

"Thinks he's very capable?"

He chuckled: "As expected, I need at least three days to figure out what to do with you."

...

Ji Wanwan chickened out.

Don't think you'll get a chance to do it again!

This time, Ji Wanwan was just being silly and gave it to him. Beauty really does have its downsides.

Ji Wanwan pointed to the bowl of tomato and egg noodles that looked tempting, with a heart-shaped egg in the middle.

"You did this?"

She glanced at it; it was better than hers, at least in terms of appearance.

That's true; people like them who are used to Western food pay the most attention to presentation.

"Um."

When did you learn it?

How can a young master of such high status cook? Is this even edible?

They probably wouldn't mistake salt for sugar.

"just."

"It's not poisonous, is it...?"

"You'll know once you try it."

Ji Wanwan pursed her lips, but still picked up her chopsticks.

"I'm afraid that if I try, I'll die..."

Kolov leaned against the table, his gaze following her the whole time.

"I can't bear to see you die."

Ji Wanwan picked up a noodle, blew on it, and wasn't moved by his words at all; she was tired of hearing them.

"Hmm, who taught you Chinese? You've learned it quite well."

"With you."

"Don't make assumptions, I didn't teach you that." Ji Wanwan stuffed the noodles into her mouth and chewed.

My eyes widened instantly, that's great!

It's similar to what you buy outside, looks good and tastes good.

"Who taught you that?"

Ji Wanwan lowered her head and ate a lot in a couple of gulps, stuffing her mouth full of noodles, then took a sip of soup, occasionally letting out a sigh.

She did a much better job than him!

Is this an innate talent?

That's incredible.

Kolov moved closer to her, his tone suggestive, and said, "I learned it from you. I still remember that bowl of noodles from last time."

Upon hearing this, Ji Wanwan looked up and mumbled, "What I made is much worse than what you made."

She learned her lesson last time and wouldn't reheat the noodles.

It's so salty!

Otherwise, you'll have to add more water.

However, he still obliged and finished the meal.

If I had known he was such a good cook, I would have just let him cook for himself.

No, that's not right either. I was trying to please him at the time...

Kolov was silent for a moment: "Yeah, it really tastes bad, so don't cook anymore."

This kind of thing can be left to the servants, or to him, but not to Ji Wanwan.

Having gone through everything before, Kolov loved her even more and couldn't bear to see her do anything.

His women are born to enjoy a life of luxury.

Ji Wanwan understood the implication: he simply didn't want her to cook anymore.

"No matter how bad it tasted, someone still finished it!"

...

After finishing her meal, Ji Wanwan leaned back in her chair and rubbed her stomach with both hands. Her back pain subsided instantly, and her stomach felt warm.

Kolov narrowed his eyes, a certain impulse surging within them.

"Wanwan, you love me, don't you?"

He wanted to hear Ji Wanwan say she loved him with his own ears, only then could his heart be at peace.

"have no idea."

I still don't want to admit it.

"Besides, now is not the time for romance. Let's think about how to leave here."

She was completely baffled by Viktor's motives and couldn't understand the older generation's thinking.

"We can't leave."

"Can't you leave or can't I leave?" Ji Wanwan rested her chin on her hands and looked at him.

"No one can leave, you have to stay and keep me company."

With Ji Wanwan by his side, he could stay here until he died.

“But your father said I have a month to marry Gu Qingci, or I can’t leave.”

"I will become our wedding."

Kolov wasn't fully prepared yet, otherwise he could have blown this place up right now.

Moreover, he wanted to continue spending time with Ji Wanwan, since there were no outsiders in the entire mansion.

It was his ideal world for two.

Ji Wanwan's eyes widened. No way, her wedding with Gu Qingci had turned into a wedding with Kolov?

She didn't know whether she should laugh or not.

No, she shouldn't be smiling, she should be trying to make people laugh...

Ji Wanwan has never thought about marrying either of them, nor does she want to!

She liked Kolov, but she didn't say anything about getting married.

Those feuds among the wealthy families will be enough to kill her!

"I don't want either of you!"

The two brothers have really become attached to her; it's possible they both like her type.

People of the same kind all seem crazy and obsessive.

Kolov showed his true feelings through his actions, while Gu Qingci kept his true feelings hidden deep inside.

They were all difficult people, and she ended up getting involved with two of them...

Perhaps you were too blessed in your past life, which is why you're constantly unlucky in this one.

"Don't want it? Are you still thinking about your first love?" He stared at her with scrutinizing eyes, his jealousy practically boiling over.

She clearly didn't reject him, so why is she rejecting him in this matter?

"Zhou Yijing?"

Kolov braced himself on the table and leaned closer to her: "Don't mention his name to me!"

This would make him feel that Ji Wanwan still remembered him, and that the two of them had loved each other deeply before.

Ji Wanwan sensed his intense jealousy, unaware that he was such a petty and calculating person.