Ye Zhiwei's tears, which had been wet from Jiang Jianian's rough handling, had been wiped away by Jiang Jianian's hand, but her eyes were still slightly red.
She paused for a while before putting her phone aside again and said seriously, "You only handcuffed my wrist for a short time. What crime are you suspected of? In judicial practice, even illegal detention must last for more than 24 hours and be considered a completed crime. As for you kissing me, even if I report it, the public security organs will not file a case because the circumstances are obviously minor."
This demonstrates the self-cultivation of law students, who, even in times of crisis, do not forget to seriously and rigorously discuss legal issues.
As soon as she finished speaking, the handcuffs, which had been unlocked, were fastened back onto Ye Zhiwei.
Ye Zhiwei: ...
Ye Zhiwei was still wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown, a pale yellow one. In her panic, she hadn't had time to pull the dress down, and it had already slipped down to her upper thighs. Her legs were long, and her skin was very fair, especially her thighs, which were even fairer than the rest of her body, as if they would turn red with the slightest touch.
It's very similar to my previous dream.
Jiang Jianian grasped Ye Zhiwei's hand again, staring at her with undisguised desire to devour her. He asked, word by word, "Are you implying that I haven't kept her locked up long enough or that I haven't bullied her enough, Ye Zhiwei?"
"Aren't you going to call the police either?" Jiang Jianian asked again, pressing him aggressively. "So, are you going to agree to my terms, or will I lock you up like this from now on?"
Ye Zhiwei: ? ? ?
From initially waiting to be slowly tortured to having all his senses bombarded again, even his gaze became aggressive, scanning inch by inch.
Jiang Jianian moved closer to Ye Zhiwei, and Ye Zhiwei moved back a little from the bed, so Jiang Jianian moved closer. Finally, Ye Zhiwei had nowhere left to retreat, and after her foolish actions, she could no longer answer any of Jiang Jianian's questions.
Jiang Jianian's gaze was too fierce.
His clothes were already somewhat disheveled, the opening of his pajamas was quite large, and the pajamas didn't fit his body properly. You could vaguely sense the fluctuations in Jiang Jianian's emotions, and there were small beads of sweat still coming out. He was very hot, and even his gaze was burning.
Ye Zhiwei no longer dared to look at him, turning her gaze away and turning her head to the side.
She was beautiful everywhere, even the tiny blood vessels on her snow-white skin when she turned her head were so beautiful. His throat was dry, his tongue was dry, and as he stared at her, a feeling of hunger rose little by little from the bottom of his heart.
He couldn't control himself and started touching the small blood vessels that had appeared on her neck. As he touched them, it seemed to change his mind, and he wanted to kiss her again.
Ye Zhiwei sensed that something was wrong, and in her haste, she couldn't help but accuse Jiang Jianian: "Isn't there any other option? It's either accept or refuse, that's a bit domineering."
Even her aggrieved tone is so cute.
Jiang Jianian felt that he was beyond saving.
The boy remained kneeling on the bed, placed Ye Zhiwei's hand to his lips, stared at her, and slowly said, "Ye Zhiwei, there is no other option."
"I never thought you liked me." Ye Zhiwei carefully chose her words, not daring to anger Jiang Jianian too much, and continued tactfully, "I never thought you would like me, and you've never explicitly said you liked me. I always thought the girl in your heart was someone else—"
Ye Zhiwei stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, and said, "If you want me to date you, shouldn't you at least pursue me?"
"How else do you want me to pursue you?" Jiang Jianian clenched his hands, staring at Ye Zhiwei as he asked, "Ye Zhiwei, haven't I been pursuing you all along?"
He always seemed aloof and superior, as if he didn't care about anyone.
He said that liking someone meant possessing them at all costs, and that if he was rejected, he would simply lock her up. But at the last moment, he still locked up the devil, restraining himself and not daring to even kiss her more intimately.
He loved her, and he became very humble, so humble that he was in the dust, and from the dust a flower bloomed.
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