A strong person is strong wherever they are.

Jiang Tian tried to struggle halfway through, but Zhou Yancheng ruthlessly suppressed her. He had been thinking about it for a long time and had endured it for a long time, and he wanted to kiss her for as long as possible.

It wasn't until Jiang Tian bit him hard that he slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" His voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes blazed with fire.

Jiang Tian covered her lips, her fair face flushed with color.

At this moment, her eyes were also filled with disbelief: "You?"

Zhou Yancheng didn't even want to pretend anymore. He braced himself on the table with both hands, trapping Jiang Tian with nowhere to escape.

"If I didn't want to escalate the situation, would I have proactively distanced myself from you? I've emphasized this many times, but you've never listened, have you?"

Zhou Yancheng stared intently at her.

Jiang Tian deliberately avoided his eyes, but his breath brushed against her neck, which quickly turned red.

She held her breath, trying to find the right words: "You're young, it's normal for you to be hot-blooded, let's just pretend it never happened."

Her eyelashes cast a shadow, and she completely ignored Zhou Yancheng.

Zhou Yancheng couldn't help but grit his teeth and lean closer to her: "Are you going to pretend nothing happened again?"

He got too close, and Jiang Tian trembled slightly: "That was an accident last time."

Zhou Yancheng's expression changed, and his voice tightened: "You remember what happened last time?"

Jiang Tian finally realized that she had inadvertently confessed.

She didn't speak, but subconsciously bit her lip even tighter.

Zhou Yancheng grabbed her hand, making her look at him: "You remember everything, so why are you pretending not to know?"

After a long while, Jiang Tian suddenly looked at Zhou Yancheng and smiled bitterly: "How should I put it? I was too heartbroken after drinking and wanted to try finding someone to talk to?"

"That was an accident," Jiang Tian said, somewhat embarrassed. "I'm so sorry..."

"So you mean I have to accept being kissed forcibly?"

Zhou Yancheng couldn't describe how he felt.

He had been observing Jiang Tian all along; she seemed to have many facets.

But he was certain that she was most real at that moment, when she was somewhat dazed.

Jiang Tian's eyes widened, and the smile on her face became somewhat broken: "Didn't you come back? Adult men and women, just playing around, it was just a kiss, we'll both forget about it, it's actually a good thing for you and me."

"Later we slept in the same bed, and you didn't do anything. I don't think our impulses would override our reason."

Zhou Yancheng looked at her with deep, unfathomable eyes, as if he were seeing her for the first time.

After a long while, he sighed, put his hand on the back of her head, and forced her to look up at him.

“Last time we pretended we were all out of it, but this time it’s different. This time I’m completely sober. Jiang Tian, ​​I want you.”

Jiang Tian stared into his eyes, conflicted: "I'm not good enough for you."

“I know your concerns, but we are husband and wife, a legally married couple who have obtained a marriage certificate, that’s a fact.”

“We will get a divorce in six months,” Jiang Tian stated.

If she hadn't mentioned it, Zhou Yancheng would have almost forgotten about the agreement.

“That agreement was based on the premise that we had no feelings for each other, but now I have feelings for you.”

Jiang Tian said coldly, "This is not something one person can decide."

Zhou Yancheng unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand.

"It can be trained."

Jiang Tian finally sighed: "Did I give you the wrong impression these past few days? I'm sorry, I thought that someone without guile would be easier for you to accept. I need your protection, so I can only try to be that kind of person."

She readily admitted it.

Zhou Yancheng wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Neither of them spoke again; the only sound in the silent space was their breathing.

"I said I want you, I want you to be my real wife. This is not a joke, it's a formal statement."

Zhou Yancheng's eyes were dark, and within them burst forth a strong possessiveness.

He gave her a chance, wanting her to leave.

But she stuck to her principles and not only refused to leave, she also insisted on staying close to him.

When he started to care and pay attention to her, she actually wanted to leave.

Where in the world is there such a good thing?

He wants something, and he'll get it no matter what, even if it takes ten or twenty years.

Just like the Zhou family, just like her.

Jiang Tianjing stared at him quietly for several seconds.

Do you really have to do this?

“You insisted on making things this way,” Zhou Yancheng looked at her. “There are some things I can’t tell you right now, otherwise it will only bring you danger. You just need to know that I can give you anything you want. We’re together now, and everything I have is yours.”

Jiang Tian remained silent, resisting in silence.

"You don't need to worry about the Jiang family, or anything else. You just need to think carefully about whether you'll be better off after we get divorced."

When Zhou Yancheng speaks to others in a suggestive tone, it makes people unconsciously want to nod.

But Jiang Tian did not react.

She is a very determined person.

She lowered her eyelashes after an unknown amount of time: "Tonight was too chaotic. Give me some more time to think things through, okay?"

"Is it because of Chen Fenglie? Do you still like him?" Zhou Yancheng asked expressionlessly.

“No,” Jiang Tian’s tone was icy cold. “We’ve had no relationship since the day we got divorced. I just want to think about this from my own perspective.”

She looked up and said, "Zhou Yancheng, I'm thirty-three years old now. I don't have your passion and impulsiveness anymore. I can't give up on everything because of you. If I experience another failed relationship, I'll have to pay an even heavier price."

Hearing her define her pursuit as passion and impulsiveness, Zhou Yancheng's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

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