Burning Kiss

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"Let me go."

Wu Jianwei was stunned for only a moment, then immediately pushed him hard.

But the more she pushed, the tighter he held her, and he even raised his other hand, sliding his fingertips down along her earlobe, and then his entire palm covered the side of her neck.

The cold touch is the same as three years ago.

In order to hold back his body from getting closer and closer, Wu Jianwei had no choice but to grab his shoulders and looked into his eyes with disdain: "Meng Yanxiu."

Hearing her call his name, Meng Yanxiu's lips curled up into a smile, but in his eyes there was only a gloomy hatred buried in ashes: "You still remember me?"

He leaned closer as he spoke in a low voice, his lips hovering just inches away from each other.

"Is this all you can do to humiliate people?" Wu Jianwei couldn't stand his behavior anymore. With growing anger, she dug her nails deep into his shoulders, but he didn't even frown.

"Kirimi." He called her name in a hoarse voice, "I'm not as good as you at humiliating people."

Wu Jianwei looked at the face in front of him coldly. How could he have the nerve to say such words on his wedding day? After so long, he was still so arrogant. Apart from being a little lustful, he didn't have any humanity at all.

Wu Jianwei cursed word by word: "You are just trash."

"Didn't you just throw me away like garbage back then?"

Meng Yanxiu raised his eyes, impatiently kicked away the broken vase at his feet, and put his arms around her, throwing them onto the sofa together: "The garbage you threw away is here to collect the debt from you."

Without waiting for her to react, Meng Yanxiu knelt on the edge of the sofa and kissed her passionately without any explanation. Their breaths blended together hotly.

No matter how Wu Jianwei hit him, grabbed him, pinched him, or tore his corsage, he didn't give her a moment to breathe.

The white petals twisted and deformed between her fingers, and fell along the black dress. Meng Yanxiu's eyes did not move away, and he just greedily locked his lips with hers. He just wanted to see her go crazy.

Kirimi Wei put down the jewelry box she had been holding in her hand, pulled her right hand out from under him, and slapped him in the face one after another.

She hit him with all her might, her hands aching, but he was still laughing.

Until a tear ran across his nose and seeped into each other's lips and teeth.

Nourished by her tears, the Bodhi leaf tattoo on Meng Yanxiu's forearm suddenly glowed with a faint light and took on a darker green color.

"Didn't you say you would never shed a tear for me again?" Meng Yanxiu then turned his face away and took her hand. His gaze fell on her palm, which had instantly turned red, even redder than her ears. "Let me blow on it for you."

"Get out." Wu Jianwei pushed him away, picked up the high heels that he had knocked off, put on her shoes and stood up.

"Get lost?" Meng Yanxiu smoothed the wrinkles of his dress, his voice sharp, "This is my wedding."

Yes, it's his wedding.

Wu Jianwei suddenly realized that the buyer was also Meng Yanxiu, so he naturally couldn't leave.

"Where are the things?" Meng Yanxiu got back to the point, sat down on the single sofa beside her, and acted as if he was discussing business.

Kiri Mizuki was very familiar with this official scene.

Their ugly relationship was also a business matter, and she was just a tool he used to break the curse.

She is his savior, and he is her destiny.

He pretended to be so sincere and affectionate, and tried every way to move her, just to make her cry, because her tears were what he wanted.

The tears of the poor are the embellishment of the rich.

"Why, since I'm the buyer, you don't want to sell it?" Seeing that she didn't answer, Meng Yanxiu asked again, "Then what should my wife wear?"

The more aggressive Meng Yanxiu became, the more Wu Jianwei focused on the purchase. She didn't care who the buyer was; her only goal was to get the balance back. Even if the earrings were for Meng Yanxiu's wife, even if she had already anticipated his marriage to Song Yan, she didn't care.

After the air stagnated for a brief moment, Wu Jianwei bent down, opened the jewelry box, and placed it on the table in front of Meng Yanxiu. Inside the box was a pair of glass-type crabapple-patterned jade earrings, which were exquisitely designed and took a lot of time to make.

She looked at Meng Yanxiu and said as if she were talking to a stranger: "Pay."

When this business fell into her hands, she thought her talent had finally been recognized, and she was so excited that she couldn't sleep for days and nights. In order to find the material, she almost knew all the suppliers of Moshisha. She gambled on the stones until she was exhausted before she found this good material. At this moment, she just felt ridiculous.

Meng Yanxiu lowered his eyes and glanced at it. His fingertips touched the box and he pushed it towards her: "Put it on and try it on."

Wu Jianwei had calmed down by now. She said calmly, "Please ask your wife to try. I am not a toy for you to manipulate."

"If you don't try, how will I know if you have done anything? What if you hurt my wife?" Meng Yanxiu looked at her.

Wu Jianwei really regretted taking this order. As grateful as she was to the buyer at the beginning, she now hated him as much as she did: "I'm not as despicable as you."

"I'm despicable. You stayed with me for money, and then teamed up with the Meng family to kill me. I turned this city upside down and couldn't find you, but you left with another man long ago. And you call me despicable?" Meng Yanxiu looked at her with contempt. "How much did that man give you?"

"More money than you."

Kirijian blurted out a faint laugh, feeling as if her heart had been fed to a dog. "You're not despicable, you're noble, so you made a deal with me and asked me to play the role of loving you. What do you want? My tears? Your longevity? Do you dare to say it out loud? There's not a single truth in your mouth. You and I are destined to be together! I wish I had never met you!"

Wu Jianwei was tired of her natural tear incontinence, but she was still his rescuer. She almost burst into tears again while yelling. She tried her best to control her emotions before continuing.

"Don't you care about your reputation the most? Why are you looking for me? I don't want to act anymore, and I can't act well. Can't I just leave? I didn't sign a contract to sell myself. And I told you, if you really are going to die, don't worry, I will consider helping you then. It's like helping someone cross the street. I'll consider it a good deed to accumulate merit."

"Wu Jianwei, you admit that you are pretending to love me." Meng Yanxiu's face suddenly hardened, his eyes sinister, "Then why don't you want to act anymore? Why don't you act anymore? Aren't you acting so well? I believe it!"

Wu Jianwei looked him straight in the eyes: "Because you are hypocritical and disgusting."

"You're not much better." Meng Yanxiu said sarcastically. Since they couldn't communicate normally, they might as well tear each other's flesh and blood apart and smash them even more.

"At least I have a bottom line, do you? Does Song Yan know that you asked me to make earrings for her? Do you know what you just did?" Wu Jianwei felt like a clown, and she was being made fun of on their wedding day.

"Song Yan?" Meng Yanxiu lowered his brows. Before he could finish his words, two knocks on the door sounded, breaking the quarrel.

Wu Jian lowered her head slightly to tighten the tassels at her collar, her eyes looking elsewhere. Seeing that she had tidied herself, Meng Yanxiu said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The hotel staff gently pushed open the door and looked at them and the debris on the ground in confusion.

Anyone with eyes could easily tell that a fierce argument had taken place here; the roars could be heard in the corridor.

"Do you need to arrange for the housekeeping department to clean the room?" the hotel staff asked cautiously.

"No need." Meng Yanxiu was still sitting on the sofa, as if everything was normal and nothing had happened.

"Um...Okay." The hotel staff walked towards Wu Jianwei and handed her a small bag. "Miss Wu, is this your bracelet? It fell in the elevator. After we checked the surveillance, the manager asked me to bring it to you."

Only then did Wu Jianwei see that her wrist was empty. She took the bag with both hands, took out the turquoise bracelet inside, and said apologetically, "Thank you, for bothering you."

"You're welcome. This is what we should do."

The hotel staff hesitated for a moment, genuinely worried that they might fight and cause trouble, so they asked, "Mr. Meng, Ms. Wu, would you like some refreshments? We can send someone over to assist you with the transaction."

"No need." Meng Yanxiu flatly refused, "We know each other well, we don't need anyone else here."

"Oh, I see." The hotel staff subconsciously looked at Kirimi Wei.

Wu Jianwei immediately responded: "I'm not familiar with it."

"Huh?" the hotel staff asked in surprise, "Then?"

Kirijian shook his head again, put on the bracelet, and put on a faint smile on his face: "It's okay, I don't need any help, thank you."

After hearing this, the hotel staff temporarily felt relieved and closed the door and left.

There were only the two of them left in the room. Meng Yanxiu sneered, "Not familiar? Are you not familiar with them in bed, or under the bed?"

"Meng Yanxiu, what does emphasizing your vulgarity and shamelessness prove?" Wu Jianwei swallowed back his surging impatience. "You went through so much trouble just to pick a fight with me? You should find someone else."

"I'm here to buy earrings. If you don't want to waste time trying them on, just try them on." Meng Yanxiu pushed the box towards her again.

Wu Jianwei: "Don't try."

"If you want money, then try it." Meng Yanxiu changed his posture and slowly crossed his legs while looking at her.

He knew that she was reluctant to spend money, so he took advantage of her weakness and sucked her blood.

Wu Jianwei's eyes gradually calmed down, and he said as if he had compromised, "Try."

She then took out an earring from the box, met Meng Yanxiu's scorching gaze, and walked towards him step by step.

Then, she suddenly stretched out her hand, bent down, pulled Meng Yanxiu's right earlobe, picked up the earring and poked it into his unapertured earlobe.

"Try it. I want you to try it. Try it on both ears, right?"

Kirimi kept moving her hands and mouth, poking his fair skin until blood spots appeared.

In this quiet and closed space, Meng Yanxiu said nothing except Wu Jianwei's voice.

He just stared at her motionlessly. There was a small teardrop mole under her right eye. She once joked that it meant she would meet bad luck in love and wanted to have the mole removed, but she still didn't.

At this moment, he felt that he had not been able to look at her properly like this for a long time. He sat silently, his face calm, letting her do whatever she wanted.

When she pulled his ears, his body tilted with her, matching her movements.

Seeing her hand speed gradually slowing down, Meng Yanxiu spoke after a long silence.

"You've lost weight again. With so little strength, can you really pierce through it?"

Kirimi's hand trembled slightly, and her fingertips froze. She suddenly realized something and immediately let go of his ear.

For three years, she didn't feel strange or repulsed when she had physical contact with Meng Yanxiu. This made her extremely wary.

She straightened her back and quickly took two steps back, trying to get away from him, but before her heels could even touch the ground, she felt a wave of dizziness that hit her at an inopportune moment. Her vision suddenly went dark, and dense double images appeared.

Fortunately, he was conscious. Wu Jianwei hurriedly reached out to hold the wall or chair, but his hand was immediately caught by him.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hypoglycemic again?" Meng Yanxiu gently held her wrist, put his other hand on her back, and pulled her towards him, saying softly, "Lean on me."

Kirimi Wei urgently needed a fulcrum, and her body leaned towards him uncontrollably, her forehead resting on his neck, which was warm. She closed her eyes, unable to speak, and her head was spinning.

"Go sit on the sofa for a while." Meng Yanxiu tried to carry her to the sofa. She looked resistant, so Meng Yanxiu didn't force her. In the end, he just helped her sit down.

In just two minutes, she was already permeated with his scent.

His wormwood and vetiver scent intertwined with her ebony and rose scent, and that familiar smell lingered around her again, dangerously alluring.

She felt uncomfortable with the smell and didn't want to lean on Meng Yanxiu, so she pushed him away, lay on her side on the sofa, and tried her best to breathe slowly.

She hoped the dizziness would go away quickly, as she would suffocate if she stayed here any longer.

"Drink this." Meng Yanxiu half-knelt in front of the sofa, took out a 20ml glucose supplement from the pocket of his groom's suit, opened the lid, and fed it to Wu Jianwei's mouth.

Wu Jianwei didn't drink his food. She turned her head away and touched her bag. She searched around in the bag but couldn't find any candy.

"Open your mouth." Meng Yanxiu took out a round iron candy box from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, took out the rose-flavored hard candy, and put it into Wu Jianwei's mouth.

Kirimi Wei still didn't open her mouth, and her fingers had not given up looking for her candy.

Meng Yanxiu said again: "If you don't eat it, I will feed you my wedding candy." Before he finished speaking, he stuffed the candy into her mouth.

Kirimie's ears were buzzing and she sighed inwardly. She had to eat it, otherwise she might faint.

Seeing that she finally had the candy in her mouth, Meng Yanxiu asked, "How are you now? Are you feeling better?" Then he lifted her head and said, "Rest your head on my arm. You're not feeling well lying like this."

Wu Jianwei lowered her head and covered her neck with her hands. She would never rest her head on Meng Yanxiu's arm.

Meng Yanxiu frowned and became anxious again: "Go to the hospital, you don't take it seriously at all. Do you think hypoglycemia is a minor problem? If it's serious, it can be fatal. Do you know?"

He was just afraid that if she died, he would die too. Wu Jianwei ignored him and lay there for a while with the candy in her mouth. She always had candies of various flavors with her, and her favorite was rose flavor.

After resting for seven or eight minutes, she confirmed that she had fully recovered. She supported herself on the sofa with her arms, shook off Meng Yanxiu's hand that wanted to help her, and stood up without a moment's delay.

"I don't want it anymore."

"I don't want the balance. I'll return the deposit to you." She repeated, her tone particularly firm. The goods were on her hands, and she would sell them eventually. It wouldn't crush her anytime soon.

"You are still so fickle." Meng Yanxiu saw that she was really well, and he was in the mood to argue again.

Wu Jianwei put the earrings into the box and finally said to him, "See you again."

She didn't want to be entangled with Meng Yanxiu anymore, so she decided to marry him and never see him again.

After she finished speaking, she walked straight to the door without looking at Meng Yanxiu's face again.

"Read the text messages." Meng Yanxiu stood up, sat back on the sofa, and stared at her back.

The phone vibrated twice in her palm. Wu Jianwei lowered her head slightly, tapping her fingers on the screen, counting silently in her mind: tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands. She stopped and counted again. This was an extra zero compared to the agreed price.

The 0 from 100,000 to 1 million is not just an ordinary 0.

She turned around and looked at Meng Yanxiu's hypocritical face: "What do you mean."

"The final payment plus the deposit." Meng Yanxiu glanced at the sofa and motioned for her to sit down and talk. "Don't you want to do business?"

Kirimi Wei is not a spineless person, she just really needs money.

Even though she is not so short of money now, she can never forget the days when she had to choose only steamed buns over steamed buns. Even the noodle shop owner thought she didn't buy steamed buns because steamed buns were 50 cents cheaper, but in fact it was because a steamed bun could be eaten for two days if it was broken in half.

"What else do you want to order?"

Kirimi Wei came back, put the earrings he bought on the table, then took a few steps back and stood far away from him.

Meng Yanxiu stood up from the sofa and walked towards her step by step: "A bride."

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