Local time, 9 PM, Beston Hotel
A man in a black shirt, his body covered in frost, carried his young wife in a private elevator with an imposing air, up to the top floor, and stepped into the luxurious presidential suite.
The moment the door closed, she was thrown onto the soft, plush bed.
The next second, a burning hot body covered her.
Before she could react, her chin was firmly grasped by two fingers.
His breath, hot as if it were on fire, landed on her cheek.
He suddenly and forcefully captured her lips in his mouth.
Before long, she was being kissed until she was panting heavily.
His sharply defined jawline seemed to be tinged with a suffocatingly strong jealousy, and his long, deep black eyes were as dark as ink.
She can only belong to him.
He changed his grip from holding her chin to cupping her face, squeezing tighter and trying to take her away more forcefully.
She was given almost no chance to breathe.
The girl, dizzy from the kiss, could only tilt her head back to receive his storm-like, intense kiss.
Her eyes were already misty with tears, and her face became even more beautiful and charming from the passionate kiss.
Even though she was almost completely captivated by him, she could still sense his cold anger and jealousy.
She guessed that he had probably overheard her conversation with Eileen, which meant he knew her true identity, thus connecting it to the "fiancé" that the original owner's father had chosen for her.
So, it seems that Hanhan is jealous.
After figuring out why he was angry, a sweet smile flashed across her eyes.
She raised her hands and wrapped them around his long neck, responding to his passionate kisses.
As the indoor temperature rose, her dress was quickly torn by him.
Without a doubt, another dress is ruined.
She discovered that the man in this small world, since meeting her last night, was even more tyrannical than in the previous two worlds.
It was as if it was a punishment for her repeated escapes.
There was a strange feeling that he was regaining all his memories.
The next second, before she could think further, Ye Minghan, noticing her distraction, gently bit her lip with his teeth, pulling her back to her senses.
His eyes were deep and gloomy, and his increasingly hoarse voice sounded softly at her lips.
"Yan Yan, you're under me, and you still have time to think about other people? Hmm?"
Although the tone was very soft and gentle, the danger it contained was hard to ignore.
She hooked her arm around his neck, a knowing smile playing on her lips, and kissed him, whispering in his ear.
"I'm thinking about my Hanhan... How long can she last the first time?"
This sentence was like a spark that quickly ignited the "atomic bomb" that was about to explode.
He forcefully ripped off his black shirt and ruthlessly threw it under the bed, followed closely by his black trousers.
He pressed down on her, his eyes, already filled with intense desire, fixed on her as he spoke, each word deliberate and deliberate.
"Yan Yan, don't beg for mercy."
He leaned down aggressively and kissed her delicate, unadorned lips fiercely.
Her delicate body, as graceful as a newborn baby's, flushed an alluring pink under his touch.
Inside the continuously heated room, soft moans and murmurs filled the air.
That night, the girl who deliberately stirred up trouble paid a heavy price for her words.
I stayed in the hotel for a whole week without ever stepping out of my bedroom.
Time flies, and seven days pass in the blink of an eye.
At midday, under the bright sunshine, a girl covered in red roses was still lying in bed catching up on sleep.
If someone hadn't suddenly rang the doorbell, saying they urgently needed to see Ye Minghan, she probably would still be on her way to "exercise".
It was truly seven days without sleep or rest.
She now has a profound understanding of him in this life.
Never flirt with him for no reason, or you'll regret it.
If it weren't for him applying a special ointment to help her recover after each encounter, she might have already passed away.
She slept for another hour before getting out of bed, her stomach still empty, and sat down in the middle of the bed with a pout.
She doesn't know where he went. He left at 10 a.m. and hasn't come back yet. She's starving.
She lifted the silk quilt, which had slipped down to her lower abdomen, revealing her naked body.
It was covered with marks of varying depths, creating a rather ambiguous effect.
Especially her neck and pert breasts, so densely packed, made one feel shy just looking at them.
She got off the bed barefoot, picked up the black shirt that was placed on the sofa, and put it on.
He managed to cover up most of the large marks on his body.
This was the first time in eight days that she had worn clothes.
The young master Ye, who had transformed into a lustful demon, didn't send any clothes over for the entire week so that he could easily devour her, leaving her naked for seven days and seven nights without any shame.
As soon as she put on his shirt, she felt her legs wobbling.
He really made me so tired that I had no strength left in my legs and could barely stand.
Recalling those several "extreme moves," her delicate face flushed with heat, and her ears turned bright red.
She muttered to herself, "She really has no self-control," then sat down on the sofa, reached over to pick up her phone from the coffee table, and pressed and held the power button to turn it on after it had been off for seven days.
The moment the screen lit up, less than two seconds later, the phone started beeping.
The vast majority of the missed calls were from Hua's father and Feng Qingyu.
The other three were from Ling Xiaoxiao, the adopted daughter of the original owner's mother.
When she didn't answer the phone, she sent several more messages, mostly trying to gain sympathy. Two of them were:
【Qingyan, our home in F country was robbed at gunpoint by gangsters. I was so scared, so I flew back to China overnight. Where are you now?】
【Qingyan, I'm a stranger in China, what should I do? Where can I find you? Please, please reply to me. My mother has passed away, and you are my only family left in this world.】
Upon seeing these messages, Hua Qingyan immediately deleted them and blocked them—a one-stop service.
It's really disgusting to look at. If Ling Xiaoxiao hadn't replaced the vitamins the original owner usually took with slow-acting poison, her health wouldn't have deteriorated to this extent.
In the past few days, she had vaguely sensed that there was something wrong with this body.
When she was sleeping, she felt a kind of fatigue in her nerves, the kind of feeling that once she fell asleep, she didn't want to wake up again.
At first, she thought she was so tired because he had been pressing down on her and holding her for too long.
But after midnight this morning, he and she just slept. She slept for more than ten hours, but she still had the urge to keep sleeping forever.
Just as she was frowning and thinking about where to get a thorough physical examination, her phone rang again. The screen contact was labeled: Hua Laoba (Old Man Hua).
She glanced at it for two seconds before answering, and her father's anxious voice immediately came through the receiver.
"Qingyan, Dad has been looking for you for seven days. Where are you now? And..."
He paused for a moment, hesitated, and after several seconds of deliberation, decided to ask the question.
"Xiaoyu said she found out you married someone?"
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