Chapter 21 Don’t want to?
He Sang walked over and patted him on the back, "Liang Jishen?"
He clutched the blanket, veins popping out on the back of his hand, and endured it with great patience. "Water."
She panicked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
There was a thermometer box on the coffee table. She opened it and took her temperature, which showed 37.8 degrees.
He Sang squatted in front of the TV cabinet, frantically pulling out the drawers. "Did you leave the medicine box at Lushan?"
The man's voice was too hoarse to be heard clearly. "I don't remember where."
"Secretary Cheng..." She called Cheng Xun and was about to ask him to call a doctor, but she felt a sudden impact on her waist, and she fell backwards into the man's strong arms. He tossed and turned to change positions, so that He Sang was at the bottom and he was at the top.
Liang Jishen's shirt was torn to shreds, and his eyes were filled with lust, enough to devour her desire.
He Sang realized that he had fallen into a trap and pushed him, but he felt that his chest was hotter than his forehead and the fever became more severe.
"I'm going to buy medicine."
He didn't let go, "Come back?"
He Sang's throat was hoarse, "Come back."
"Do you know the cause of my illness?" He leaned down, close to her neck, and spoke softly.
She tilted her head, disheartened, "Cheng Xun brought me here just for this."
Liang Jishen couldn't help but frown.
"You already have Miss Song, but you're still short of women?"
His brows knitted tighter, and his eyes darkened. "Where can I find a woman?"
He Sang understood it ridiculously, "I won't sell it."
Liang Ji was annoyed, "Who told you to sell it?"
She closed her eyes and said nothing.
The man supported himself with his arms and didn't press down completely. He was indeed dizzy and couldn't control the strength. She was thin and could be easily hurt. "Don't you like looking at me?"
Liang Jishen grabbed her chin and forced her to face him.
Their eyes met, and he was burning with fire.
"Do you like the necklace?"
She was angry and said, "I don't like it."
Liang Jishen looked down at her and asked, "What gift do you want?"
He Sang bit his cold lip, almost drawing blood, and said, "I don't want any of them."
She actually has an extreme personality. She is well-behaved and obedient, but she won't give in.
Soft outside, hard inside.
Liang Jishen gave her a way out. Other women would be eager to get out of it, but she might not necessarily do so.
The man pushed He Sang away with his right leg and squeezed into the gap. "Stop making trouble, okay?" He paused, "I'll take it back."
Her tears fell, wetting his collar.
Liang Jishen felt a pang of pain in his heart, "Live in Lushan."
He Sang looked at him.
He repeated, "I'm going to live there too."
After holding it in for a long time, she uttered five words, "I don't want to be a lover."
Liang Jishen also looked at her, "Then what are you doing?"
But when the words came to his lips, He Sang swallowed them back.
To compete with Song He for the title of legitimate owner would only bring disgrace upon oneself.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Liang Ji kissed her deeply. He Sang resisted, so he simply pinched her lips and teeth open and kissed her fiercely and deeply.
Liang Jishen is too strong. A mature man has the charm of a mature man, but also the desire for control of a mature man. In his world, women can only submit and cannot escape from his palm.
He Sang's eyelids stung and his internal organs felt swollen.
She was not a woman who loved to cry, especially in front of him. When she was in a good mood, she would laugh from the bottom of her heart, but when she was in a bad mood, she would force herself to smile.
Li Zhen had told her that the little girl's temper and tantrums would not work for this kind of man whose rationality outweighed his emotions, and who would also backfire if he schemed behind the scenes.
She has always been sincere and has never calculated anything against him.
Liang Jishen tasted the salty taste at the root of his tongue, stared at her for a while, stood up, and brushed his hand across her eyes, "Don't cry, I won't touch you."
He Sang crawled away, straightening his clothes, and said, "Ask Secretary Cheng to take me there."
He suddenly laughed angrily, "If Cheng Xun sends you off, who will take care of me?"
"Song He."
"Are you deliberately trying to piss me off, huh?" Liang Jishen clamped her wrist, lifted it over his head, and pressed it against the edge of the sofa. "Don't you know where Song He lives?"
"She lives with you." He Sang finally couldn't hold it in anymore, opened the mailbox, and threw the phone to him, "She's your fiancée."
Liang Jishen picked it up and opened one of the text messages.
It’s not Song He’s number, it’s a birth number, but it sounds very much like hers.
He flicked the line of words on the screen and returned it to her a second before He Sang could take it back.
"Is what Song He said true?"
"Half true, half false." He didn't explain much. "Help me up."
He Sang stopped moving again.
"Help me run the bath water. I'll answer whatever you ask."
This sentence tempted her, and she grabbed the man's outstretched left hand, lifted him up, and pushed open the master bedroom door.
Helping him sit down, she said, "I'll ask Secretary Cheng to wash you."
"No need." Liang Jishen loosened the buttons of his shirt, stretched and pulled it, revealing his bare chest.
He Sang took out a new set of pajamas from the closet and handed it to him. The moment she did so, she felt dizzy. When she came to her senses, the man was holding her tightly.
He Sang was stunned, "Promise not to touch me."
Liang Jishen laughed, and his warm breath penetrated her ears. She tensed uncomfortably, "Don't touch me in the living room, touch me here."
His usually stable face was now between repression and release. Liang Ji's deep kiss made her a little exhausted. She reached out to grab something, but all she could see was his bulging Adam's apple and his face that kept rising and falling.
He Sang emerged from the water, gasping for breath, but after just one breath, he was pulled back to the bottom of the sea and sank into it.
He is exciting and wild, explosive and wild.
Everything stopped, and He Sang fell from extreme fullness to extreme emptiness. His pupils dilated, and every inch of his body was numb.
Her toes rubbed the hair on Liang Jishen's legs, and the aftertaste was like an electric shock, itchy and tingling. The man was still kissing her, sweat dripping on his face, rough and hot, "Are you still messing with me?"
Her wet long hair stuck to her ears. Liang Jishen brushed it aside for her. What came into view was a milky white back as smooth as silk, without any flaws or marks. He put his hand on it and stroked it gently.
He Sang has a mulberry leaf-shaped birthmark on the side of his waist, the size of a coin. At first, he mistook it for a tattoo, it was so delicate and beautiful.
She opened her eyes and stared at the entangled shadows on the wall. The friction of his dry and rough palm prints penetrated into her flesh. She curled up tighter and tighter until she dug into his chest.
Liang Jishen laughed muffledly above her head, "What's wrong?"
He Sang buried his head in his shoulder, unwilling to see even a glimpse of light.
He noticed and turned off the lights.
In the endless darkness, hugging each other naked.
*
When she woke up in the morning, she was the only one in the bedroom, with Liang Jishen's pajamas draped over the footstool at the end of the bed.
He Sang touched the quilt and it was warm.
Just got up not long ago.
She got out of bed and walked outside. The open kitchen was filled with bright sunlight. In the sunlight, a man was wearing cotton straight pants and a beige turtleneck sweater, with his back to the door.
He cracked an egg into the pot with unskillful movements and said in a clear voice, "Have you washed up?"
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