Chapter 109 The Tree and the Dodder (Romance)

An Jin's photos went viral on social media late at night.

After filming the video in the hotel lobby, she carried her bags back to her room, where, unsurprisingly, she found Yan Qing.

Only a dim yellow light was on in the living room. Yan Qing had been sitting on the sofa for who knows how long, and he was exhausted.

As soon as An Jin entered, she turned on all the lights in the suite's living room.

"Qingqing, how long have you been waiting?"

An Jin swallowed hard, walked over ingratiatingly, and leaned on Yan Qing's shoulder to talk to him.

Yan Qing looked at An Jin expressionlessly: "Jiang Jinhan likes you."

He looked at An Jin's swollen lips. Even though he knew in his heart that it was an accident, he still couldn't suppress the jealousy that filled his heart.

An Jin: "I know, but I don't like him. Tonight's incident was an accident."

An Jin was not surprised at all that Yan Qing knew that she had kissed Jiang Jinhan.

Yan Qing usually likes to read about her when she has nothing to do. This matter has become so big that even the bosses know about it, let alone Yan Qing.

Yan Qing took out the wet wipe he had been holding for a long time, which was now warm from his body, and carefully used it to wipe An Jin's lips.

An Jin was still smiling: "Are you jealous?"

Yan Qing remained silent.

Rather than saying Yan Qing was jealous, it would be more accurate to say she was angry.

He was angry at his own powerlessness, wishing he had enough money to give An Jin enough security.

He could simply use money to build a castle and hide An Jin inside.

An Jin reached out and ruffled Yan Qing's hair.

She squinted, her hazy vision appearing particularly unfocused under the light, and she reeked of alcohol, clearly indicating that she was drunk.

An Jin said, "Qingqing, can't you take it anymore?"

Who could endure such torment?

Who could accept their lover having intimate contact with someone of the opposite sex?

Yan Qing looked at the drunk An Jin and said softly, "An An, I can't take it anymore."

An Jin smiled and nestled into his arms, tracing his features with her fingers.

"No, Qingqing can't take it."

An Jin said in a light and playful tone, "This is just the beginning. Didn't you want to be with me? If you can't even handle this, what will we do in the future?"

"I'm a big streamer! I'm destined to live under the public eye. You have to be able to handle it. If you're my boyfriend, you have to be able to handle it. You absolutely have to be able to handle it."

Her fingernails dug deep into Yan Qing's lips, applying pressure in a retaliatory manner, leaving a deep mark on Yan Qing's lips.

An Jin squinted her eyes and smiled silently.

She is grateful and repays kindness.

They are also vengeful and will seek revenge for the smallest mistake.

She had never forgotten the threats that Yan Qing had once made to her.

She simply put it out of her mind and stopped thinking about it.

Yan Qing sensed a deeper meaning in An Jin's words.

He said with certainty, "So, you're going to torture me."

An Jin shook her head innocently: "I didn't."

So what if I have it? I won't admit it anyway.

Yan Qing lowered his head and covered An Jin's lips with his own, which were radiating pain.

The two kissed in the quiet of the night, their lips chasing each other, neither willing to give way.

The alcohol fueled An Jin's tyranny; the more she kissed, the angrier she became.

What are you sad about? What are you angry about?

You were the one who fell for me first, using subtle influence, coercion, and various other means to be with me.

Now what gives you the right to feel wronged?

Just because I kissed another man?

An Jin opened her mouth, her sharp teeth biting into Yan Qing's scarred lips.

Since you say you love me, then obey me! Submit to me! Assist me!

Obey everything I say and condone my transgressions.

I want to be the tree, and you are the delicate dodder that I shelter.

The two fought silently.

Yan Qing's delicate face was distorted by this painful love.

He was the first to leave the battlefield, his swollen lips constantly oozing blood, which dripped down his chin and onto An Jin's jade-like face.

He didn't speak; he was still thinking.

Is it blind obedience, or conscious suffering?

An Jin didn't give him time to think things through calmly.

"Qingqing, if you're with me, will you listen to me?"

An Jin stretched out her arm and put pressure on Yan Qing's neck: "We are one. No matter how much other men like me, there will always only be you in my heart, and my body will always only be with you."

"Next time you see something like this, please don't get angry anymore, okay?"

An Jin wasn't very strong, but Yan Qing's straight back was slowly bending.

He stared intently at An Jin's radiant smile in his arms, and without thinking, willingly jumped in.

"good."

Yan Qing: "An'an, I'll listen to you."

He chose to close his eyes.

An Jin's soft hand stroked his face, gently caressing his features.

"Qingqing, I like you the most."

After saying this, she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Qing was left alone, soberly in the pitch-black night.