Chapter 102 You are too ruthless
The last syllable died between their lips.
The door of the billiard room was suddenly pushed open, and Ou Shan's flattering voice pierced the ambiguous atmosphere: "Thank you, consultant, this way please -"
Jiang Tingwan pushed Song Zhi away fiercely, but stumbled because of her weak legs. Song Zhi reacted very quickly, put the club into her hand, and retreated to a safe distance, as if the beautiful scene just now had never happened.
Xie Duo stood at the door, his eyes behind the lens swept between the two of them, finally settling on Jiang Tingwan's reddened ears. Unfortunately, in front of Ou Shan, they could only pretend that they didn't know each other.
"I'll just assume you're sick tonight." Jiang Tingwan lowered her voice and said to Song Zhi, frowning, "We're just cooperating."
After saying that, she turned and left.
Ou Shan caught a glimpse of the two people's movements while they were chatting and laughing, and sent a message without saying a word.
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Jiang Tingwan returned to her room and as soon as she opened the door, a strong smell of blood hit her in the face.
She subconsciously wanted to turn on the light, but was stopped by a hand.
"Shh, don't turn on the light, sister."
This voice...
"Wennian?" she asked softly.
His hands were unusually hot, his breathing was rapid, and his voice was a little breathless.
Wen Nian laughed softly: "Sister, you can tell it's me even though it's so dark, and you still say you don't care about me?"
"Stop joking. What's going on?" Jiang Tingwan frowned.
The further you go in, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.
"Someone sneaked into your room and wanted to do something bad to you." Wen Nian suddenly hugged her, his voice hoarse, "I helped you deal with him, is there any reward, sister?"
Jiang Tingwan instantly understood Ou Shan’s plan—he wanted her to be ruined in front of Song Zhi, and might even have arranged for someone to take photos of her.
The kidnapping incident had indeed made her a thorn in his side, and he had resorted to such despicable means. Moreover, the bodyguards she had arranged in the room in advance also disappeared. It was very likely that they were taken care of by his men.
She was thinking about it and didn't push Wen Nian away for a moment.
"Don't worry, sister. I threw him into the sea to feed the fish." Wen Nian's fingers entwined her hair and gently stroked it. "I also sent a message to his phone saying that you were not here."
Jiang Tingwan then noticed that his body temperature was getting higher and higher and his breathing was becoming more and more irregular.
"What did he do to you?"
Wen Nian grabbed her hand and rubbed it against his face: "Sister, he gave me an injection... I feel so hot, what should I do?"
Jiang Tingwan instantly understood what was going on.
She pursed her lips and said firmly: "Be a man, handle it yourself." After that, she turned around and was about to leave.
Wen Nian's mouth twitched, and he pulled her back: "Sister, you are too ruthless, aren't you?"
He said with grievance, "I just got my hand cut by him for you, you see."
He raised one hand and indeed smelled a faint smell of blood.
"Please, sister... the medicine will be injected directly into the blood vessels, the effect is very strong..." Seeing Jiang Tingwan hesitate, Wen Nian rubbed her palm again: "I have a wound on my hand, and I can't touch water... Sister, help me."
Jiang Tingwan took a deep breath.
What is going on...
If I go out now, I might run into Ou Shan’s people again.
Jiang Tingwan locked the door behind her. The room was completely dark. Only the lights from the cruise ship outside the window shone through the porthole, casting ripples on the wall.
The smell of blood mixed with Wen Nian's burning breath became stronger in the enclosed space.
"Get on the bed," she said coldly.
In the darkness, she seemed to be able to imagine the joy that flashed across Wen Nian's eyes.
Sure enough, his low, hoarse laughter came to my ears: "Sister, you are so nice."
The rustling sound of fabrics rubbing against each other could be heard, Wen Nian took her hand and sat down on the bed, breathing heavily. Jiang Tingwan didn't turn on the light, her fingertips touched the wet wipes on the bedside table, she pulled one out, and slowly wiped her fingers.
"Sister..." Wen Nian's voice was extremely hoarse, with a bit of grievance, "You can't just touch it..."
Jiang Tingwan paused, and her fingertips lightly brushed across his wrist, feeling the violent beating of his pulse.
"No?" she asked calmly, "Then I'll leave."
"Don't—" Wen Nian grabbed her wrist fiercely, with such force that it almost hurt her. He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with forbearance, "This is also okay... Sister."
Jiang Tingwan found this extremely absurd.
She actually did this in a room where someone had just died.
But Wennian's body temperature was frighteningly hot, and his breath sprayed on her neck, hot and rapid. His fingers clasped her wrist, and his fingertips stroked her pulse, as if confirming her existence.
"Let go," she ordered.
Wen Nian reluctantly let go, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse: "Sister, you are so cruel..."
Jiang Tingwan ignored his complaints and moved her fingertips up his arm to the wound on his shoulder. Wen Nian hissed softly, his muscles tensed, but he didn't dodge.
"A scratch?" she asked.
"Well..." Wennian's voice was muffled, "He brought a knife."
Jiang Tingwan didn't say anything, but rubbed her fingertips lightly in the dark with a little blood on them. Wen Nian's breathing became heavier, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he was trying hard to endure something.
"Sister..." He suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it on his hot abdominal muscles, "Here... it's hurt too."
Jiang Tingwan sneered: "Who are you kidding?"
Wen Nian laughed softly, his chest vibrating, and said with a bit of cunningness of success: "Sister found out?"
Jiang Tingwan was too lazy to pay attention to him and tried to pull her hand back, but he held it again.
"Don't go..." His voice suddenly softened, with a hint of pleading, "It really hurts..."
Jiang Tingwan was silent for a moment and finally compromised.
Her fingers slid down his waist and abdomen, touching the tense muscles and feeling his momentary tremor. Wen Nian's breathing suddenly stopped, and then became heavier, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the bed sheets.
"Sister..." He called her hoarsely, his voice filled with unbearable repression, "Faster...faster..."
Jiang Tingwan ignored his request and continued to follow her own rhythm, teasing him with her fingertips. She listened to his breathing becoming more and more irregular and felt his muscles becoming more and more tense.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Nian finally couldn't help himself and grabbed her waist, pushing her down on the bed. His body temperature was incredibly hot, and his breath sprayed on her ears, carrying a burning desire.
"Sister..." He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, "You did it on purpose..."
Jiang Tingwan chuckled, put her fingertips on his chest, and pushed him away with a little force: "You can't stand it?"
Wen Nian stared at her, and even in the darkness he could not hide the lust surging in his eyes.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely, with such force that it almost hurt her. Jiang Tingwan frowned and was about to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it on top of her head.
"Sister..." His lips touched her earlobe, his voice low and hoarse, "Just kiss for a while...
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