After Jiang Yancheng said "come here", Gao Ziyin turned his head away as if he didn't hear it.
Five years ago, Jiang Yancheng felt that Gao Zinyin always kept her head down and accepted everything in front of him. At that time, he felt that she was lacking something. Now - she is not lacking anything.
Both in appearance and personality, she met Jiang Yancheng's expectations.
Maybe Jiang Yancheng is a mean person, he thinks women with personality are more interesting.
He carried his things to the kitchen and washed his hands. When he came out, he held Gao Ziyin's shoulders and whispered in her ear, "You've eaten. Do you want to go to bed?"
Jiang Yancheng spoke in the tone of a frivolous playboy.
Gao Ziyin glanced to the side, "Didn't I just fall asleep? You locked me up here just to make me your sex slave, right?"
Jiang Yancheng laughed again, biting Gao Ziyin's ear and said, "I don't think so. Since you think so, then it is."
"Do you often play with other women like this?" Gao Zinyin asked again.
"Occasionally. I've only played with you like this." His low and hoarse voice, seductive, passed through Gao Zinyin's eardrum.
Gao Zinyin stopped talking again. Five years later, he was still like this.
There has always been a distance between him and women in his heart, and no one can enter his heart. Gao Zinyin is helpless and numb.
He has always only played with women.
Jiang Yancheng sat on the sofa opposite Gao Ziyin, looking at the fire in the fireplace, and occasionally glanced at Gao Ziyin.
"Do you love me?" He asked suddenly, in a serious tone.
Gao Ziyin scoffed at the remark. "I liked him quite a bit five years ago. Now I'm mature and know what I want. What about Cheng Yan? His phone is ringing me like crazy, right?"
Jiang Yancheng took out his phone from his pocket and looked at it. "I didn't call anyone."
Gao Ziyin frowned slightly. How could it be possible? How could he not even call Gao Ziyin?
"Let me see if you can answer the phone?" Gao Ziyin said doubtfully.
Jiang Yancheng dug it out, "Do you think I'm lying to you? I've been on you since noon today. The phone hasn't rang, and it hasn't rang yet. It's impossible that I was out buying something and he just happened to call."
As he spoke, Jiang Yancheng grabbed Gao Ziyin's body and asked Gao Ziyin to sit on him. He looked her up and down, squinting his eyes and said, "It would be a pity not to do it with this look."
The blanket fell to the ground when Jiang Yancheng was holding Gao Zinyin.
Gao Zinyin glanced away again, as if she had become numb to him and didn't want to talk anymore.
Jiang Yancheng pulled Gao Ziyin into his arms and said, "At this moment, I guess there is no other man who cares about you except me."
Gao Zinyin ignored him completely. He probably didn't even believe what he said.
He just picks out nice words to say, whatever sounds nice and whatever can please women.
Other women might like the ability to play along with the situation, but Gao Zinyin doesn't like it.
In the past, he had casual affairs with other women. Although the women resented him, they all knew their own limitations and thought that it was okay if they had to. It was also good if he was willing to be soft-hearted for a few times, but Gao Ziyin hated his softness, which seemed like a show.
Gao Ziyin's fists suddenly rained down on Jiang Yancheng's back, "I hate you."
Jiang Yancheng saw that Gao Ziyin was about to cry, and thought she was angry, so he hugged her tightly and said, "There are many women who hate me, you are not the first one!"
Gao Ziyin wanted to ask if she was the last one, but she didn't ask in the end.
His behavior was the same five years ago and five years later, nothing has changed.
Jiang Yancheng saw Gao Zinyin stopped moving, so he carried her to the bed and kissed her gently.
Gao Ziyin turned her head to look out the window. The moon was very dim tonight. She had forgotten that today was her birthday.
She and Cheng Yan chose today to get married, but Jiang Yancheng still couldn't remember what day it was.
Gao Zinyin felt very cold.
She looked at the moonlight outside the window. Today was the fifteenth day of the eleventh lunar month, when the moon was at its fullest.
"Look, the moon outside is so round and beautiful!" she said, her hair wet with tears.
"Not as pretty as you!" Jiang Yancheng did not stop his actions and continued to say to Gao Zinyin.
The thought that day that Gao Ziyin was someone who didn't want anything but loved him made him even more obsessed with and trusting of Gao Ziyin's body. He trusted Gao Ziyin very much, so he was even more presumptuous towards her.
Gao Zinyin closed her eyes. The wedding was ruined and Cheng Yan didn't even call her. She was very nervous.
Jiang Yancheng did this for most of the night, and Gao Zinyin fell asleep in a daze.
But she always felt uneasy in her dreams, remembering that today should be a very special day, and she would be a married woman from then on. In her dream, she completed all the information for today. She married Cheng Yan and lived in a house in Provence. She woke up and called "Cheng Yan" softly.
She woke up in the middle of the night and remembered that she had slept in the same bed with Jiang Yancheng again today.
On her wedding day, she slept with another man and she knew nothing about what was going on there.
She resented Jiang Yancheng's robbery and hated his hypocrisy.
She saw Jiang Yancheng's coat hanging there and thought that the key must be in his pocket.
So she got up quietly, walked over to his clothes, and felt for the key.
"Have you found it?" In the middle of the night, Jiang Yancheng's voice suddenly sounded from behind. Gao Ziyin was almost scared to death and his legs almost went limp.
Gao Ziyin felt around but didn't touch anything.
Jiang Yancheng was awakened by Gao Zinyin's call of "Cheng Yan" just now.
"Come here if you can't find it." Jiang Yancheng put his hands behind his head as a pillow.
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