Chapter 33 Are You Still Making Trouble with Me?
He Sang walked over and patted him on the back, "Liang Jishen?"
The man clutched the blanket, veins popping out of his hands as he endured it with great patience. "Water."
She panicked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
There is a thermometer on the coffee table, and the measured temperature shows 38.1 degrees.
He Sang squatted in front of the TV cabinet, frantically opening the drawer, "Did you leave your medicine box in Lushan?"
The man's voice was too hoarse to be heard clearly. "I don't remember."
She felt a sudden impact on her waist and leaned back. Liang Jishen rolled over and changed positions, with He Sang at the bottom and him at the top.
His shirt was ripped and torn, and his eyes were filled with lust, enough to consume her desire.
He Sang pushed him, but felt that his chest was hotter than his forehead.
"I'm going to buy medicine."
Liang Jishen didn't let go, "Are you coming back?"
Her throat was thick, "Come back."
"Do you know the cause of my illness?" He leaned down and touched her neck.
"Cheng Xun brought me here just for this?" He Sang turned away, feeling disheartened. "You already have Miss Song, but you're still short of women?"
His eyes also darkened. "Where did I get this woman?"
He Sang said, "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, but his weight didn't fully press down. He was indeed dizzy and couldn't control his strength well. She was thin and could be easily crushed. "Don't you like looking at me?"
He grabbed He Sang's chin and forced her to face him.
Their eyes met, and Liang Jishen felt a burning fire in his heart. "Do you like the necklace?"
She was angry and said, "I don't like it."
"What gift do you want?"
He Sang bit her cold lips. She had an extreme personality. She was well-behaved and obedient, but she would not give in.
Soft on the outside, strong on the 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 her open with his right leg and squeezed into the gap. "Stop making trouble, okay?" He paused, "I take that back."
Her tears soaked his collar, and Liang Jishen felt a pang of pain in his heart. "Live in Lushan, I will protect you."
He Sang looked at him.
He repeated, "I'm going to live there too."
After holding it in for a long while, He Sang uttered five words, "I don't want to be a lover."
He laughed, "So what do you do?"
Seeing that she didn't respond, Liang Ji kissed her deeply, pinched her lips and teeth open, and kissed her fiercely.
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 felt stinging and his eyeballs 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 act of turning her face away was not suitable for this kind of man whose rationality outweighed his emotions. She had to be sincere and consistent in her words and deeds. Playing tricks behind his back would definitely backfire.
Liang Jishen tasted the salty taste at the root of his tongue. He 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?"
"Miss Song."
"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?"
"You two live together." He Sang couldn't hold it in any longer and threw the phone to him.
Liang Jishen clicked on one of the text messages, and it was not Song He's number, but a stranger's number.
A photo from his girlfriend's perspective of him sleeping in bed with a hand painted with nail polish touching his face.
"Half true, half false." He didn't explain much. "Help me up."
He Sang didn't move.
"Help me run the bath water. I'll answer whatever you ask."
This sentence tempted her. He Sang supported the man and pushed open the main bathroom door. He loosened the buttons of his shirt, stretched and pulled it, revealing his bare chest.
The next second, the world spun around her. When she came to her senses, Liang Jishen was already holding her tightly. His warm breath penetrated her ears. "Don't touch me in the living room. Touch me here."
He was between repression and release at this moment, and the kiss made He Sang a little exhausted. She reached out to grab something, but all she could see was the man's bulging throat and his face that kept rising and falling.
He Sang emerged from the water from being crushed by him, 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 calmed down, and He Sang went 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, leaving a lingering tingle. The man was still kissing her, sweat dripping onto his face, rough and hot. "Are you still messing with me?"
Her long, damp hair stuck to her ears. Liang Jishen brushed it aside for her. What came into view was a back as smooth and milky white as silk, without any blemishes or marks. He placed his hand on it.
He Sang has a mulberry leaf-shaped birthmark on his left buttock, the size of a coin. He initially mistook it for a tattoo, but it was so delicately and beautifully carved.
Later I found out that it was her natural habit.
Very charming and round.
He Sang opened her eyes and stared at the entangled shadows on the wall. The friction of his palms penetrated into her skin, and she curled up tighter and tighter until she was buried in 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.
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