As the night slowly pulsated, I felt deeply wronged, and tears fell one after another.
"What? You feel wronged just because you're asked to take the initiative?"
Shen Ye didn't want to talk to him, so she remained silent.
"Alright, stop crying. You're crying like a woman. You weren't like this before. Is it because I'm too old that you're crying?"
The intoxicating and melodious tone reached Shen Ye's ears, utterly alluring.
The next second, Jiang Chen sat up and hugged Chen Ye, kissing his neck little by little...
"Um......."
The torture lasted for an unknown amount of time. Sitting in Jiang Chen's arms, Shen Ye felt his soul and consciousness being slowly pulled away.
"Ugh..." I feel unwell, my head is spinning.
My body felt like it had been run over by a truck; every part of it felt like scattered parts, throbbing with pain.
In particular, my lower back aches and feels weak, and my lower body feels burning hot, both in the front and back.
Perhaps this body is no longer under my control; I don't even have the strength to open my eyes now.
After a long while, Shen Ye slowly opened her eyes and was met with Jiang Chen's outrageously handsome face, her tightly closed eyelashes trembling slightly.
At this moment, he was lying on his side next to Shen Ye, his long hair spread out on the pillow, with a few strands hanging down, which added to his mystery.
His appearance is an absolute advantage, both in the feudal past and in this appearance-obsessed era.
With his full forehead and exquisitely sculpted features, his very existence seemed to proclaim how skillful God's hand was.
"Am I pretty?" Suddenly, an extremely gentle voice rang out, pulling Shen Ye back to his senses.
Jiang Chen looked at Shen Ye with a hint of wickedness in his eyes. The morning sunlight shone on him through the French windows, and with his handsome face, he looked like a god.
Although he had shed the ferocity of the previous night, Shenye was still filled with fear.
He trembled as he grabbed the corner of the blanket to cover his body, instinctively shrinking back.
Seeing this, Jiang Chen chuckled and sat up. Only then did Chen Ye realize that he wasn't wearing any clothes...
The perfect figure was on full display before Shen Ye's eyes. He swallowed hard, then buried his face in the blanket. How embarrassing!
"Are you hungry?" She gently lifted the blanket, her tone so soft that Shen Ye felt it was all unreal.
Shen Ye ignored him. Even though the blanket was pulled back, exposing his body covered in hickeys, Shen Ye didn't open his eyes or say a word.
Are you angry?
Isn't that obvious? If I weren't in so much pain, I would have beaten you up already.
"I know I was too rough and hurt you." He leaned down and kept kissing Shen Ye's forehead. "I was so rough last night, no wonder you were angry. But I don't know what's wrong with me. I wanted to be nice to you and gentle with you, but I just couldn't control myself. I wanted you to remember me."
Shen Ye still ignored him. The reason was too far-fetched. Couldn't he just say he couldn't control himself?
What's the difference between that and killing someone and then apologizing to the deceased?
"Bei, why is your forehead so hot?" Jiang Chen suddenly exclaimed.
Shen Ye didn't want to open his eyes. He had already noticed that not only his forehead but also his whole body was burning hot, so he definitely had a fever.
Shen Ye tried to ask for some water, but then realized that his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak, as if it were on fire.
“Tell me what you want.”
"Water..." he managed to squeeze out the word with all his might.
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