Chapter 63: Quarrel "Don't move, kiss me."
"Can he give you this?"
"Can it make you cry until you tremble?"
"Can I fuck you so hard?"
This person... is talking more and more crazy! She and Wang Zhi clearly have nothing in common.
The feeling was indeed intense. She felt as if her soul was being torn apart. She could not say anything, could not scream or shout, as if she had become a rag doll that could be torn and ripped by him at will.
She didn't want to always be the weak one, the one being suppressed by him at this time.
The girl grabbed his chest fiercely and backed away, trying to escape.
One of them was indeed pulled out by her, veins exposed, bouncing in the air. She took the opportunity to hold his shoulders and flip over him, turning defense into offense.
She struggled to turn over, feeling her stomach shattered into pieces. She frowned slightly, her fair feet sinking deeply into the pumpkin-colored fabric of the sofa. She pushed gently, using the reaction of the kick to...
Jiang Zong also lost control of her, and was still suffering psychologically. This pain could only be stopped by deeper possession.
She was terribly clumsy, and he took control back.
No one knew where they met, but their souls fluttered together, as if they were about to break away, floating in the universe like two grains of dust, like two feathers.
Without any explanation, her sweater and undershirt fell off, even the innermost one was not spared. The man looked at them with bloodshot eyes.
"Yingying, this is mine."
"This is mine, too."
She was trembling like a sieve, and all she wanted to do was to beg him with tears in her eyes, "No." She hated herself even more for going against her will and being so weak.
She was tired of always being the weaker party in their relationship.
Little did he know that Jiang Zong also felt that he was the weaker one; it was Qiao Ruoying who had always been tightly controlling her emotions, and it was she who clearly didn't love him or care about him enough!
Qiao Ruoying's movements were completely unorganized, like scratching an itch through a shoe, but instead of scratching it, it made him itch even more, like being brushed by a feather, unbearable. Jiang Zong simply sat up and faced her. Qiao Ruoying didn't react and fell backward, her whole body bent like a bow.
Tears fell like pearls, hanging on her fair and delicate cheeks. Jiang Zong also saw it and wanted to wipe them away for her, but she turned her head and dodged backwards, refusing to do as he wished.
Jiang Zong also felt that his life was at her mercy.
"You are all mine."
After saying this, he gained the upper hand again, looking down at her from above. His raised back was like an insurmountable ridge, and now, the ridge was about to impose all its overwhelming force on her.
"When did I ever belong to anyone else?"
"When will you let me belong to someone else?"
Qiao Ruoying burst into tears, shedding little crystal pearls. Seeing her tears, Jiang Zong felt distressed and wanted to wipe them away for her, but she dodged backwards, trying to avoid him.
Jiang Zong simply held her neck to prevent her from moving away, and kissed the corners of her eyes with his thin lips. His tongue tasted her tears, and his heart also felt salty and bitter, and it became limp.
"The King and I..."
Before she could cry out, he covered her mouth and moved his lips down to block it forcefully.
"Stop talking about this now."
He didn't want to hear any man's name when he was making love with her.
She was so weak that she trembled, and he picked her up again, her back pressed tightly against the back of the sofa. In the small rental room, the rhythm of the music continued, sometimes interspersed with the girl's weak sobs and sobs.
...
This was a refreshing experience, like a heavy rain welcoming the cracked earth after a long drought.
When it was over, she lay on the sofa, her breathing uneven, a layer of fine sweat beads on her forehead, her skin was white with a hint of pink, and she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
The scarlet in Jiang Zongye's eyes gradually faded away, and a drop of hot sweat rolled down his plump and protruding Adam's apple and slid to his chest. The bulging thin muscles rose and fell slightly in rhythm.
He sat beside her, looked back, and saw the red marks he had made all over her pink skin. The feeling of anxiety finally dissipated a lot.
The man stretched out his long arm, scooped up her cashmere sweater, and covered her teardrop-shaped, slightly concave belly button to prevent her from catching a cold.
"Go take a shower, huh? Don't catch a cold."
Qiao Ruoying gritted her teeth, stood up, turned to the other side with her back to him, and quickly put on her undershirt to cover herself.
The quarrel wasn't over yet, it was just intermission. She didn't want to listen to him. Would she go take a shower just because he asked her to?
Humph, she won’t go.
Qiao Ruoying raised her hand and gently rubbed her temples. A few strands of hair clung to her face, and her clean, white face was stained with a blush, which made her eyes look as wet and clean as if they had just been washed.
The fight just now was so intense that it felt like a nerve was pulling at her temples, stirring faintly and making her feel dizzy. She sniffed and said what she hadn't finished:
"You said I didn't tell you and was dancing with other men behind your back,"
"What about you? Have you reported everything to me?"
She was only wearing a top, with her two beautiful legs stretched out horizontally, winding on the sofa. They were straight and slender, with plump and slightly fleshy thighs, which looked and felt great to the touch.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Zong also looked over, trying to catch any hint of her concern from her words.
"You and Chen Luyao...you chat with her in the office every day. Everyone in the company knows she's interested in you."
She said this in a choked tone.
Qiao Ruoying usually has a very good temper, so good that she has no temper at all;
But she is like a spring. When she is compressed to a certain extent, she will bounce back hard to protect herself.
The weak and harmless kitten finally swung its claws.
Jiang Zongye's thin lips moved twice, wanting to speak but unable to. Hearing her "accusing" him of being intimate with Chen Luyao, he not only did not want to defend himself, but a surge of emotion surged in his chest.
Like sweet, like bitter:
So, does Qiao Ruoying care about him too?
Would she be jealous because he was with another woman?
Since she was jealous, she should also like him? But why couldn't he feel her love for him from some small actions?
Or, could she not feel the same passionate and possessive love he had for her, like a wildfire, with a gnashing of teeth and possessiveness?
Before this, Jiang Zong had never realized that he could love someone to this extent. He always felt that he was incapable of love, but through Qiao Ruoying, he realized that he could love someone.
And the feeling of loving Qiao Ruoying is so wonderful.
He gave her his whole heart and let her hold it in her palm and admire and trample on it. Is this the reason?
Thinking of this, Jiang Zong also said in a deep voice:
"I didn't handle Chen Luyao's situation properly. I can guarantee with my character that I don't have any romantic feelings for her. At most, I just find her annoying."
At this point, Jiang Zong curled his lips, his impatience was obvious, and he was as arrogant as the handsome man printed on ancient Roman copper coins.
He has no patience for other women.
"It's my fault for letting you misunderstand. I'll notify the Chen family and ask her to return to North City immediately."
When Qiao Ruoying heard Jiang Zong say this, she was stunned.
Is this what she wants? To get Chen Luyao to return to North City immediately?
No. Actually... now she no longer cares about what Jiang Zongye does to Chen Luyao. Faintly, a thought came to her mind:
They are destined not to be able to go on, so it's better for them to break up.
But Jiang Zong didn't think so. He wanted to communicate with Qiao Ruoying and remove the thorns that had been buried between them for some time.
"Let's talk about ourselves. Actually, there are many things I'm not satisfied with. I'm very dissatisfied."
There was a hint of bitterness in his voice, like a green olive stuck in his throat. The raw olive was chewed and the bitterness spread.
What are you dissatisfied with?
Unhappy with her telling her bestie, "I just treat him as my boss";
He was dissatisfied that Qiao Ruoying never let him interfere in their family affairs.
For example, on the night her sister broke up with her boyfriend, she would rather take someone else's car and go to pick up her sister than look for him and ask him to drive her there. It was as if she had drawn an invisible wall between him and her family, and she didn't want him to walk inside this wall.
He was not satisfied with being her "underground lover" who could not be seen in public. He had asked for her opinion many times and wanted to make it public, but she always hid it and could not give him the legitimate identity of "boyfriend".
Unsatisfied with this, he had wanted her to move into the big villa for a long time, but she had refused again and again, delaying the day of moving in.
Doesn't all these things mean that she doesn't love him enough?
So yeah.
She was dissatisfied from time to time, but in fact, she was just dissatisfied because she didn't love him that much.
His inner thoughts were in turmoil, and only he knew the bitterness in them.
After Qiao Ruoying heard him say "very dissatisfied", there was no further words. Her petal-like lips moved, but she seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Is he the only one who is dissatisfied with her?
No. She also had a lot of dissatisfaction with him.
But the difference is that Jiang Zong can also express his dissatisfaction calmly, but she can't do that at all.
She always seems to have no temper and digests things silently.
But this time, she didn't want to digest it alone.
The things we are not satisfied with are like needles piercing into a piece of cloth. At first, no marks can be seen, but as more and more needles are inserted, there will be more and more needle marks on the cloth, and gradually, the cloth will be riddled with holes.
Anyway, we don't plan to be together anymore, so she might as well tell her everything that makes her unhappy.
She replied angrily:
"You said I couldn't remember our anniversary, that's because it doesn't count as an anniversary in my heart."
When she said this, her eyes turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She stubbornly held back her tears and didn't let them fall.
"Other girls, before becoming a boy's girlfriend, would receive flowers from him and would also be asked 'Will you be my girlfriend?' But you, you never asked me if I was willing, nor did you send me flowers."
She obviously likes flowers so much.
He also knew that she loved flowers.
I like it so much that I would take the unwanted bouquets from the office home and put them in a vase.
"You just forced me to guess whether you wanted to be my girlfriend or not, and you even put your hand under my clothes."
When she finished speaking, she couldn't hold back the tears in her throat at all, and she felt as aggrieved as a camellia with dewdrops on it.
besides.
Jiang Zong was so arbitrary and domineering that he never asked any questions before arranging her itinerary.
For example, on New Year's Day, she originally wanted to have dinner with Yuan Yiyi, but he directly bought a flight for her and domineeringly asked her to accompany him.
"I don't think we'll be together for long."
With tears still in her eyes, she pulled the corners of her lips and smiled sadly.
Jiang Zongye's heart sank quickly.
If she cried, it was his fault.
He didn't want to see her cry, so he quickly and decisively hugged her in his arms and kissed her fiercely.
Once Qiao Ruoying was satisfied with his pleasure, his lips and tongue penetrated her deeply. Her tears hung on her cheeks and flowed to the corners of her lips. He tasted them, and they tasted sour and bitter.
He knew he was wrong.
They did start off pretty hastily.
A long time ago, as early as the time they were at the Bulgari Hotel, he felt that she and the Freud Rose were a good match. Why didn't he give her a bouquet of flowers?
Why didn't he have it?
Qiao Ruoying felt aggrieved and angry. She was in a rage when he suddenly came up to her and kissed her wetly. He wrapped a piece of her bright red and fragrant tongue tip and sucked it hard, almost breaking it.
She didn't want to be kissed by him.
After arguing for a while, they had sex and even kissed. What is this?
She pushed his chest hard, trying to push him away, but only after he had snatched away the last breath of air from her mouth did Jiang Zong let her go a little. He wiped the wet stains from the corners of his lips with his palm and said in a hoarse voice:
"Don't move, kiss me."
After he finished speaking, he saw tears in the corners of her eyes, as fragile as a small white flower that could not withstand the ravages of a storm, her chest heaving, and finally she took a breath, and he kissed her again regardless.
This time, he kissed her, then paused, nibbling maliciously on her lip beads, lip corners, and tongue tip, as if he wanted to swallow her whole into his stomach.
How could she bear his fierce and violent kiss?
She softened like a pool of spring water in his arms. He was like a gust of wind that burned across the plains, or like a fire that swept across the dry grass, wanting to burn and sweep her whole body. Just his kiss made her feel like she was dying.
Jiang Zongye's mind has calmed down.
An intuition deep down told him that Qiao Ruoying was being negative about their relationship because she felt insecure?
"Yingying, why do you think we won't be together for long? Are you feeling insecure?"
“…”
Qiao Ruoying was stunned.
She was very insecure and didn't think their relationship would last long, but when they quarreled today, her request was not for him to give her a sense of security. She just wanted to say that this relationship was boring and it would be better to break up.
But Jiang Zong didn't think so.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, holding them tightly, and stared at her.
"Don't you believe I will give you a future? That's why you haven't moved into the new house yet?"
"You think I'm afraid to marry you, don't you?"
"Bring your ID card here, and we'll go get it tomorrow."
He gripped her hand tightly, and roughly put his fingers between hers, intertwining theirs. Her delicate fingers were almost broken by him, and a hint of pleasure spread through the pain.
"You marry me," he repeated in a low voice.
“…”
However, knowing that Jiang Zong also wanted to marry her, get a marriage certificate with her, and have a future with her, she was not as happy and excited as she had imagined before, but wanted to back off.
"I don't want to marry you." She whispered, but firmly, and dodged his lips that were about to kiss.
It’s too early, too early to get married like this.
"Why?" Jiang Zong's face froze for a moment, as pale as a vampire in the moonlight.
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The author has something to say: A preview: tomorrow's chapter will be about a breakup.
There is still a fuse that has not been released. It is a bit sad. Don’t hit me tomorrow. [burst into tears] [burst into tears] After the breakup, Lao Jiang was depressed for one chapter and immediately chased his wife.
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