Chapter 62: Quarrel "Can he give you this?"
Rehearsal room.
Qiao Ruoying sat on the wooden floor, resting her chin on her raised knees, leaning forward and lying on them. Behind her, the lines of the girl's spine and cervical vertebrae were all stretched.
The lines of the spine are thin, smooth and very beautiful. The two thin butterfly bones seem to be about to fly out through the base shirt like butterflies.
She started to learn street dance after she entered university and joined a street dance club and learned it with everyone.
She actually enjoyed this feeling.
Being with the group, a little sweat appeared on my skin, as if all the worries and unhappiness in my body were also sweated away. My muscles and bones were filled with soreness after exercise, as if my bones had been well exposed to the sun.
After this break, there was originally another 40-minute rehearsal session.
But Mary came over, clapped her hands, and told everyone:
"The weekend is almost here. The next rehearsal is cancelled. Everyone can disband and go home."
"yeah."
The employees cheered and walked to the wall of the rehearsal room in twos and threes, put on their clothes, picked up their bags and walked towards the exit of the rehearsal room.
Mary pulled Qiao Ruoying aside, her face slightly uneasy, and whispered to her, "Yingying, Assistant Li is waiting for you in the underground garage."
“…”
When Qiao Ruoying heard Mary say that Li was waiting for her, her mind buzzed and there was a brief blank.
Li was waiting for her, which meant Jiang Zong was also waiting for her.
She had a strong sixth sense: the vague barrier that had been separating her and Jiang Zongye since the end of New Year's Day would soon be broken by something strong.
She slowly took the elevator downstairs, and before she reached the "Sirius 5" parked in the parking space, she heard the conversation between Jiang Zongye and the driver Lao Li.
"Mr. Jiang, are we still going to the revolving restaurant?"
"Not going." Jiang Zongye's voice was cold. After seeing her holding hands with a boy who had a crush on her and dancing hip-hop, how could he still feel like going to a revolving restaurant with her?
How could I still be in the mood to celebrate my three-month anniversary with her?
And...look at her dancing with another man, she's so happy, I'm afraid she even forgot their anniversary.
From a distance, Qiao Ruoying heard the conversation between Jiang Zongye and Lao Li. She bit her lip and paused for a moment.
Did Jiang Zongye actually want to take her to a restaurant for dinner?
Or take her to a revolving restaurant?
Now you say you can't go, he must be very angry, right?
However, she was angry with him, because who told him not to tell her about Chen Luyao? She still didn't know whether he really wanted to marry Chen Luyao.
Don't think that she will coax him just because he is angry.
At this time, Qiao Ruoying happened to walk to Sirius 5. Old Li looked at her cautiously, then at Jiang Zongye, and asked:
"So where are we going now?"
Jiang Zongye: "Return to Tianxi Huanyu."
Qiao Ruoying: "Go to Golden Home."
Jiang Zongye and Qiao Ruoying spoke at the same time and gave two completely different answers.
“…”
Old Li was in a dilemma and didn't know who to listen to.
Qiao Ruoying kept her bright and beautiful face tense as she repeated, "Go to Golden Home."
Since the storm is about to come, she just wants to return to her own little world, as if this can give her a sense of security.
"Then go to Golden Home."
Jiang Zongye licked his side teeth with the tip of his tongue and gave in.
As always, he considerately opened the back door for her.
But this kind of thoughtfulness only made Qiao Ruoying feel more upset.
If possible, she would rather Jiang Zongye vent his suppressed emotions at this time, rather than keeping her hanging, making her feel like "a storm is about to come", not knowing when the storm will completely sweep her away.
Sirius5 started slowly, climbed the slope, and drove from the underground garage to the ground.
I don’t know if it was difficult to get angry in the car, but Jiang Zong didn’t say a word during the whole process, and Qiao Ruoying also curled up in the seat like a little quail, not making a sound.
The air in the car seemed to be stagnant, and the only smell was the citrus scent of the car's aromatherapy, which was clear and sweet, making people feel like they were in a summer orchard.
When they arrived at the downstairs of the residential complex, Qiao Ruoying was in front and Jiang Zong was behind, and the two went upstairs one after the other.
The aluminum alloy door closed, Qiao Ruoying sat on a stool and took off her sheepskin boots with great effort.
Jiang Zongye put on slippers on his slender, veiny feet and sat on the sofa. He leaned forward with his broad and sturdy body and uttered the first words from his thin lips:
"Have you forgotten what day it is today?"
Qiao Ruoying keenly noticed that he didn't call her "Yingying".
Maybe when he is emotional, he won't call her by her nickname.
She thought carefully, thinking about all the holidays, big and small, but couldn't figure out what day it was. She had to close her petal-like lips and say nothing.
Jiang Zong also pursed his lips, and a rare hint of loss appeared in his furrowed brows.
He said solemnly: "Today is the three-month anniversary of our relationship."
She didn't remember anything at all.
So, is he really the only one who cares about this relationship? Is he the only one who cares about it?
After hearing what Jiang Zongye said, Qiao Ruoying started to think and finally remembered that there was such a thing.
Just as she was about to feel a pang of guilt, she was interrupted by Jiang Zongye's next words:
"What have you been doing all this time?"
"Dancing with that guy?"
"I remember he liked you too, didn't he?"
He threw a lot of questions at her word by word, calmly and aggressively, just like a husband who sees his wife having affairs outside and can only stay at home helplessly and furious.
But she was also tired of his doubting her.
He always treated her contact with other men as a serious threat, which made her very dissatisfied.
Is she the kind of girl who falls in love with every man she meets and starts to have dirty thoughts when she has a little physical contact with other men?
"He likes me, I know, so what? I'm just dancing with him."
She defended herself: "You overreacted."
Did he overreact?
Jiang Zong also sneered, his rationality seemed to have broken a string, but his voice remained calm.
"Street dance involves physical contact, and you let him touch you?"
He remembered her in the rehearsal room, taking the water handed to her by the boy, her cheeks flushed, her swan-like delicate neck raised, her base shirt so thin, exposing all her curves from chest to waist to hips, and he was furious.
The man's chest rose and fell slightly, like the restless drumhead being struck by a drumstick.
They all understand the implicit meaning of the word "touch".
"Do you know where he's looking at you?"
Jiang Zongye suddenly stood up from the sofa and approached her with a few steps. The low pressure surrounding his body seemed to turn into ice, giving her an extremely oppressive feeling.
He approached her step by step, the tip of his black slippers aimed at the tip of her pink slippers. He advanced and she retreated, the dim light cast his shadow on her, completely covering her.
In an instant, Qiao Ruoying felt her adrenaline surge to the extreme, her heart tightened, and a little bit of fear was mixed with a sense of pleasure that she herself could not even distinguish.
"Do you know where he's looking at you?"
Jiang Zong also repeated it with a hoarse voice.
That boy, he was looking at her... breasts. Even if there was a layer of underwear between them, it was unacceptable, even if he quickly looked away, it was unacceptable. Just thinking about this made Jiang Zong furious.
His eyes slowly slid down along her collarbone. Qiao Ruoying immediately understood where he was referring to.
The place he was looking at felt a tingling sensation, as if it were being held in his palm, kneaded at will, and the white dough was stained with his red marks...
Qiao Ruoying's instinctive reaction made her feel ashamed and she couldn't help but retort:
"He's not as dirty as you think. He's a gentleman. Do you think everyone is like you, obsessed with lust?"
It has come to this.
Qiao Ruoying was still speaking for another man.
Suddenly, Jiang Zongye's eyes became dark, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, showing an extra sense of danger, as if they were tempered by the venom of a poisonous snake.
His Adam's apple rolled and he said hoarsely:
"Yes, I'm horny."
"I am a filthy person, not as good as the gentleman you are dancing with."
Qiao Ruoying leaned her back against the wall. When she heard Jiang Zongye's angry comparison, she looked up in shock, as if she couldn't believe... he would actually say that.
On the small round table, several calla lilies stand gracefully. In the thin-necked vase, the petals tremble slightly like butterflies in the wind.
Jiang Zong also grabbed her wrist, lifted it up, and pinned it tightly against the wall. This forced her to straighten herself up, exposing her beautiful curves to his sight.
The corners of the man's eyes were stained a little red, and his tone was calm and low, with a hint of pleasant hoarseness, but the words he said... were so inhuman.
"I'm so disgusting that I want to lock you up in the house, handcuff you, and make sure you can't go anywhere. You belong to me and only I can see you."
"How I wish you were mine alone."
His eyes slid down. He seemed to be able to see through her sweater, her lower abdomen, a tight and round part, with her belly button like a thin line, sunken inward.
If she is willing to bear a child for him; if he can make her pregnant and let her belly grow bigger little by little
Just thinking about that scene made his long fingers tremble.
“…”
Qiao Ruoying was so frightened that she couldn't say anything.
Once again, he faced Jiang Zongye's outrageous possessiveness.
The place where his big palm touched suddenly trembled violently. The extremely dirty talk that broke out during the quarrel made her feel it so directly and quickly. Under her collar, as if she had been caught in the cold, it opened up and became extremely red.
She twitched her nose slightly, as if she could smell the slightly sticky scent in the air...
His scent often made her dizzy.
Jiang Zong also looked down at her condescendingly, and her arms, which were lifted and brought to the wall, felt a wave of numbness. Lizhi's eyes were immediately covered with a thin film of tears, and her voice was weak and trembling:
"You know, that's not what I meant."
She didn't mean to compare him with other men, praising other men as gentlemen and him as ungentlemanly.
She didn't think he was bad and other men were good.
"So what do you mean? You danced with him for a week and then carried me on his back, huh?"
Jiang Zong also calmed down a little, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a bitterness spread in his heart.
His heart was as clear as a mirror. He also knew that there was no interaction between her and that boy that went beyond the limit, but what he cared about was that Qiao Ruoying didn't care about him at all!
Because she doesn't care about him, she doesn't care whether he will be jealous or not, so as her boyfriend, he doesn't even have the "right to know" that she is dancing with the opposite sex.
Qiao Ruoying struggled and tried to get out of his arms, but he held her so tightly that a red mark appeared on her wrist, and she couldn't get out of his arms at all.
The tip of her upturned nose was stained with a thin layer of red. She turned her face away stubbornly, her neck line was delicate and beautiful, and she refused to look him in the eye.
In her mind, she recalled how Jiang Zongye handled the situation every time he got jealous. He would inevitably take her to a closed room, tear off her clothes as soon as she entered, strip her naked, and have sex with her without any foreplay.
Thinking of this, she held back tears, and her voice was like broken jade thrown on stone, with a sense of hardness and shattering:
"I'll tell you, what happens next? You get angry and jealous, and then you take me to a hotel and beat me up?"
After she finished speaking, she bit her lip, her lychee eyes slightly open, like a frightened little rabbit, realizing that she had said a dirty word on impulse.
But she has no regrets.
Isn't this the truth?
This is what he does every time he gets jealous, it always happens.
Jiang Zong also stared at her, his eyes flickering, and said in a cold voice: "So, do you still want to be fucked by me now?"
Qiao Ruoying didn't say anything, but she trembled obediently.
He lifted the hem of her skirt and slid down, feeling her subtle physiological changes.
The instinctive change made her feel ashamed, but there was also a bit of resentment in her shame. She simply turned over her slender hand and stopped it just below his belt. He also changed like her.
Then he felt a chill in his hips, and he directly stripped off her skirt and stockings together. The small panties with lace butterflies were still sticking out of them, and his eyes turned scarlet.
Not willing to be outdone, she also unbuckled his belt.
The girl fell heavily on the sofa. He looked down at her, complex emotions surging in his eyes, deep possessiveness and gnashing of teeth for her disobedience and lack of love for him, all mixed together.
She frowned in pain, her eyes and eyebrows were filled with mist.
The sofa legs kept lifting and lowering, sticking to the wall, making a creaking sound. Her hair was all messed up, scattered on the pumpkin-colored sofa, but she was still very beautiful. She was shaking like a sieve, shivering slightly.
Until she whimpered in her throat, Jiang Zong pinched her beautiful chin and forced her to look at him.
"Can he give you this?"
"Can it make you cry until you tremble?"
"Can I fuck you like this?"
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The author has something to say: We quarreled and kissed, and now we quarreled and made fried rice [scatter flowers][scatter flowers] Angry fried rice, hehe [milk tea]
Lao Jiang: Yingying, everything you have is mine.
Yingying: ...this guy has started again [glasses][helpless]
Hey babies, the author has a day off on Sunday, so see you next Monday.
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