Chapter 9 Don’t want to live anymore?

Until her hand moved from the back of her neck to the front and just touched the Adam's apple, the man under her suddenly stiffened. Then she felt her neck tighten and was strangled by an external force.

Everything came to an abrupt halt, as if a game was over.

Her breathing stopped in an instant, and Jiang Yuan lost all her strength. She could only stare with her eyes wide open. She wanted to open her throat to take a breath, but her throat was blocked, and she felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

Yin Dong pinched her slender neck with one hand, as if he was holding a wild cat, and said in a half-hoarse voice, "You don't even want your life, but you really want me to sleep with you?"

Jiang Yuan held on to his hands tightly with both hands but could not pry open even a little space. Her fair face turned red instantly due to lack of oxygen, and the look in her eyes gradually darkened.

At this moment, she clearly felt the approach of death.

She had no doubt that this man would strangle her to death as easily as strangling an ant.

He approached her face and said, "You're trying so hard to get close to me. What do you want from me?"

His fingers loosened, leaving her a little room to reply. Jiang Yuan gasped for a long time, and managed to make a sound in her throat, "Mr. Yin, I just... like you."

The corners of his mouth moved, a hint of a smile, "If you don't tell the truth, you're looking for death, right? I'll send you on your way."

The next second, Jiang Yuan felt as if his neck was about to be broken.

“I said…”

The moment his fingers loosened, Jiang Yuan felt as if her neck had been broken, and she was barely breathing. She coughed for a long time, and her eyes were as red as a rabbit's.

He lit another cigarette and waited for her coughing to stop.

She slowly stood up from the sofa, lowering her head slightly and speaking cautiously: "It's my fault for liking you without your permission. I know you have your principles, and I understand the reason, but I just can't control myself..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and with her drooping eyes, she saw him take a deep breath, and the cigarette he had just lit was crushed in two between his fingers.

Jiang Yuan blinked and instinctively took two steps back, all his muscles tensed. The next second, he heard his venomous voice: "Business is tough these days, and you're talking about love? Are you worthy?"

These words were so vicious that Jiang Yuan felt as if he had swallowed thousands of silver needles in his throat, which hurt inside and out.

She didn't know what the definition of a bitch was. In the past month, she had met all kinds of men with Sister Hui. She had eaten with them, played ball with them, talked business with them, drank with them, sang with them, and laughed with them. Every day when she looked in the mirror, she felt that she was dirty. In fact, it was not an exaggeration to call her a bitch.

But being scolded like that in public, especially when she thought that there was no hope for Yin Dong, she couldn't help but feel sad and her throat blocked.

This time I didn't have to pretend, tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.

Despite this, she still forced herself to finish the show: "I'm sorry, Master Yin, I know I was wrong. I don't deserve you and shouldn't covet you, but... I'm not as contemptuous as you say. I was in a serious relationship with Yan Yiru before, and so far, he is the only man I have ever had. If you think I'm dirty, I accept it, but please don't insult me. Tonight is the first time I've taken the initiative with a man I like, and I won't do it again."

There were tears in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Her eyes showed seven parts strength and three parts grievance, like a little stray dog ​​or cat that was bullied on the street but didn't say a word.

She used these eyes to meet his sharp and cold eyes without blinking, and her pink lips, which were shining with water, moved twice at last, "Goodbye, Master Yin."

After she finished speaking, she immediately turned around, walked to the door, opened it, and left without looking back.

The door slammed shut. Yin Dong sat on the sofa, staring at the door with a gloomy look. For a long time, he could only breathe in but not out.

After a while, the door opened and Liang Zhouheng stepped in, looking Yin Dong up and down with a smile: "What happened? Less than ten minutes? Why did the little girl leave crying?"

Yin Dong slowly exhaled his depressed breath: "Which eye did you see her cry?"

Liang Zhouheng: "More than a dozen pairs of eyes in the box saw it. She was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, so miserable. What did you do to her? No, this was right in front of her, and you didn't do anything to her? Forget about the past, this one is okay to me. This one is not worth seeing."

Yin Dong's lips were covered with her saliva, and they still felt wet.

It was the first time he was forcefully kissed by a woman, and he felt an indescribable uneasiness in his chest. He rolled his eyes at Liang Zhouheng and said, "You don't care about meat or vegetables, good or bad."

Liang Zhouheng grinned, his smile meaningful. "Don't tell me, I really like this girl. She has a cute face and a round butt. She plays basketball really well. What do you think? I'll ask her out some other time. Can she come?"

Yin Dong's vision darkened and he said nothing.