After finishing speaking, Fu Xiaoheng pursed his lips and pressed hard with his rough fingertips on Jiang's lips that were swollen and red and had been bitten by him.
Even after falling into a coma, Jiang still frowned and gasped with tears, looking aggrieved and pitiful.
Fu Xiaoheng paused, realizing that he seemed to have gone too far, so he mercifully let go of Jiang and silently caressed her fair and pretty face, earlobes, and neck with his lips...
As they kissed, he began to entertain himself again.
Fu Xiaoheng's eyes were hazy. He also felt strange. Before this, he had no interest in women, but Jiang was different. He wanted to die on her...
Even if she closed her eyes and ignored him, he still liked doing this.
Jiang Xu was in a coma when he woke her up. She cried for a while and then passed out. When she woke up, she saw that he was still...
After repeating this several times, Fu Xiaoheng finally calmed down, kissed her tear-stained face with a satisfied look, and then carried her into the bathroom to wash her clean.
He sent his special assistant to bring new clothes. After putting them on Jiang, he carried her to the next suite. The big bed in this room was so messy that it was unbearable to look at.
As soon as Jiang lay down on the clean and soft big bed, he rolled over twice with the quilt in his arms, wrapped himself tightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he fell into a deep sleep again.
Fu Xiaoheng turned around and went back to his original suite. He stood beside the bed and stared at the bright red on the bed sheet. A morbid obsession flashed in his eyes. His Adam's apple rolled slowly, and he reached out and pulled the bed sheet down.
After a moment of silence, he murmured softly:
"This is my wife's blood."
"It's me..."
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When I woke up again, it was already night.
Yu Jiang opened her eyes in a daze, unable to believe that she was still alive. She rubbed her eyes, her body aching as if it had been crushed. She bit her lips, turned her head slightly, and saw Fu Xiaoheng sitting in the office in the distance.
Fu Xiaoheng had already changed into a decent and clean suit. His fair and handsome face had a sinister and cold expression, with his black hair hanging carelessly over his brows. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a black suit, and a white shirt underneath. The cold white light from the computer screen reflected on his face, adding a sense of coldness and making him look even more unapproachable.
She moved and wanted to speak, but found that her voice was very hoarse.
Fu Xiaoheng noticed the rustling sound and looked up to see Jiang, whose face was pale and pitiful. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Awake?"
Ye Jiang pursed his lips and nodded obediently.
Fu Xiaoheng turned off the computer, walked to the bed with his long legs, held her up, and sat her up. He took out the warm water he had prepared long ago and stared down at her: "Open your mouth."
Ye Jiang blinked blankly, opened her little mouth, and the warm water touched her cracked lips and slid into her mouth. She drank the water hurriedly.
I wasn't paying attention and accidentally choked.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Her eyes turned red from choking.
"What's the hurry?" Fu Xiaoheng frowned slightly with his dark and slender eyebrows, and gently patted her slender back.
Yu Jiang lowered her eyes, a wicked smile flashed across her charming fox eyes. She pretended to be weak and nestled in Fu Xiaoheng's arms, burying her head in his neck and not saying a word.
"What's wrong?" Fu Xiaoheng looked worried and rubbed her round little head: "Does it still hurt?"
"Husband, can a female doctor come and take a look at you?"
It was too intense. At first, he was drugged and she was anxiously clinging to him and wouldn't let go. He completely lost his mind and his mind was full of thoughts about giving her...
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