Chapter 108 Why don’t you coax me?
Song's mother was still speaking earnestly, but his thoughts had already drifted away.
Jiang Tingwan's appearance filled his mind - her careless smile, her cold and distant eyes, and the slightly red tips of her ears when he pushed her to the corner of the table...
He even began to wonder, if his sister were still alive, would she also live like her, freely and soberly?
The thought flashed through his mind, but it made his chest ache.
Song's mother's voice suddenly rose: "Song Zhi!"
He snapped back to his senses and looked up at her.
Mother Song stared at him, her eyes filled with uncontrollable anger: "Are you listening?"
Song Zhi lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice: "...I heard it."
Mother Song took a deep breath, finally stood up, and said coldly: "Don't let me down."
After saying that, she turned and left. The sound of her high heels hitting the floor was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.
The moment the study door closed, Song Zhi slowly stood up, the pain in his knees slowing his movements.
He walked to the window, looked at the dark night outside, and suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.
How could it turn out like this?
He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help thinking about her.
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A week passed.
No one knew where Lu Zhaoye had gone, Xie Duo had been busy dealing with Ou Shan recently, Song Zhi had hardly met her anymore, and Wen Nian had taken a leave of absence and was also missing. Jiang Tingwan finally had some quiet time around her.
She has been busy recently preparing for the government project that Ou Shan said was a must-win.
Although I don’t know why Xie Duo became a consultant, I have a feeling that he is not sincerely cooperating with Ou Shan, but is just putting on an act.
However, she didn't think that this project would fall into her hands without Ou Shan, and it was impossible for her to use Xie to take the back door, so she still had to treat it well and be prepared.
The night is as dark as ink, so thick that it cannot be dissolved.
Jiang Tingwan dragged her tired body and pushed open the door. The moment the sensor light at the entrance lit up, the silent figure in the darkness looked like a dormant beast, and her heart skipped a beat.
The outline of the sofa was blurred in the shadows, and only the cold breath lingering around the man, mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol, hit my face.
She subconsciously reached for the phone in her pocket, and as soon as her fingertips touched the body of the phone, her wrist was clamped by a strong force.
The man's palm was rough and hot, with a force that did not allow for escape. Jiang Tingwan gasped. While struggling, a hazy halo outlined a familiar figure of a man - it was Lu Zhaoye.
His suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, his tie hung crookedly around his neck, and he looked decadent.
There were at least seven or eight wine bottles lying all over the table. The strong smell of alcohol almost enveloped him, making Jiang Tingwan frown.
"It's been a week and you haven't come to see me." Lu Zhaoye's voice was unclear, and the ending tone was soft as if it was soaked in wine, with a tone of grievance that Jiang Tingwan had never heard before.
His whole body was almost hanging on her, and his hot breath swept past her ears, so hot that it seemed to burn her.
Jiang Tingwan staggered under his pressure and said subconsciously: "Aren't you angry?" Before she finished speaking, she felt a sudden sharp pain in her neck. Lu Zhaoye bit her hard, and the pain made her eyes red instantly.
"Why do you bite people at every turn?" Jiang Tingwan was angry and anxious. She put her hands on his chest and pushed hard, but it was like hitting a solid wall.
Not only did Lu Zhaoye not let go, but he followed the teeth marks and gave her a hot and wet kiss, licking gently with the tip of his tongue. The numbing sensation ran up her spine to the back of her head, making her feel weak all over.
She didn't want to argue with a drunkard, so she forced herself to stay rational and helped Lu Zhaoye walk towards the guest room.
But just after she put him on the bed, before she could stand up, her wrist was grabbed again, and she fell into his arms as the world spun around.
Lu Zhaoye's breath was overwhelming, and Jiang Tingwan looked up in panic. Under the warm yellow light of the bedside table, she saw a pair of red eyes. Those eyes seemed to be soaked in tears. In the misty water vapor, the usual rebelliousness was gone, leaving only the insoluble grievance and paranoia.
At the moment when she was stunned, Lu Zhaoye turned over and pressed her under him. His hot kiss fell like a torrential rain, and the scent of alcohol completely enveloped her.
Jiang Tingwan struggled and called his name. She put one hand on his abdomen and tried to push him away, but she felt a firm and strong touch in her palm. The outline of his muscles was clearly visible through the thin clothes.
This dangerous situation made her panic. The more she struggled, the more intense Lu Zhaoye's kiss became, with an almost predatory momentum.
She was wearing a professional suit today, and the buttons of her white shirt snapped off as Lu Zhaoye pulled them. The cold air rushed into her lapels, forming a sharp contrast with his burning palms.
Jiang Tingwan frowned and was about to push him away again, but she felt a drop of warm liquid suddenly fall on her collarbone and slowly slide down her skin.
She was stunned.
Looking up, I saw tears hanging on Lu Zhaoye's eyelashes.
She slowly raised her head and met Lu Zhaoye's red eyes. He... was crying?
Jiang Tingwan froze.
The realization made her heart skip a beat.
The arrogant Lu Zhaoye was crying as he kissed her. She had never seen him like this, showing his vulnerability.
Something in my heart suddenly softened.
She raised her hand as if possessed by a demon and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Lu Zhaoye took her hand and rubbed it against her cheek, saying in a low voice: "Why don't you coax me..."
The aggrieved tone made Jiang Tingwan feel at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
She was about to speak, but he sealed her lips again.
This time the kiss was much gentler, as if he was afraid of hurting her. He sucked softly and savored her taste carefully.
Lu Zhaoye noticed that she was no longer resisting, and his movements became bolder. His hot palms stroked her skin, wandering freely around her waist and thighs, leaving a tremor wherever they went.
His kisses went up along her neck, rubbing against her lips, as if he wanted to crush her whole body and swallow her.
Jiang Tingwan tasted the whiskey left on his tongue, mixed with a hint of rusty sweetness. She didn't know if he bit his lip or she bit him.
His knee squeezed between her legs, and the sound of fabric rubbing made her subconsciously reach out to push his shoulders, but he pressed her against the wall with his backhand, intertwining their fingers and raising them above his head.
His other hand reached under Jiang Tingwan's skirt. Jiang Tingwan trembled all over and subconsciously clamped her legs together, but this slight resistance could not stop Lu Zhaoye's attack at all.
The two people's rapid breathing and disordered heartbeats intertwined together, seeming particularly ambiguous in the silent night.
late at night.
Jiang Tingwan was filled with regret, regretting her inexplicable softness just now.
Just now she was heartbroken, and now her waist is aching.
But Lu Zhaoye refused to let her go.
The man asked with red eyes, "Why don't you coax me?", then bit her hard. After a while, he lowered his head and kissed the teeth marks left with heartache.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Zhaoye finally held her tightly in his arms and whispered in her ear: "Can you coax me next time? Please."
Such a pitiful tone coming out of his mouth was enough to give Jiang Tingwan goosebumps.
But she didn't dare to refute him anymore and could only respond vaguely with "OK" according to his words.
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