Su Yingxue's words seemed to ignite the fire in Tan Zhengchu's heart.
The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a charming smile.
It's like flowers blooming in spring, so gorgeous that people can't take their eyes away.
The next second, he leaned over and pressed his lips eagerly against Su Yingxue.
Their lips were pressed tightly together, passionately and lingeringly, as if they wanted to pour all their thoughts of the past few days into this kiss.
But this sweetness did not last for a few seconds, and the jealousy and unhappiness in Tan Zhengchu's heart suddenly surged up.
He tightened his hands unconsciously and failed to control the strength.
With a "hiss" sound, a corner of Su Yingxue's skirt was torn.
Su Yingxue's eyes widened in astonishment, and she blurted out, "What are you doing?"
Tan Zhengchu frowned, his eyes revealing undisguised disgust, and gritted his teeth as he said, "You are not allowed to wear clothes that he has touched."
After saying that, he walked a few steps to the sofa nearby, picked up a brand new skirt that had been prepared long ago, and handed it to Su Yingxue.
That attentive and domineering look fully demonstrated his possessiveness and concern for Su Yingxue.
Su Yingxue blinked her eyes and a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She stretched out the hand that Zhao Dakuang had held, shook it, and said jokingly, "Then do you want to change the hand that someone else has held as well?"
Tan Zhengchu raised his eyebrows and took her hand without saying a word.
He placed a series of gentle kisses on the back of her fair hand, like stamping a seal, leaving a mark that belonged to her alone, and declared in a muffled voice: "Now, you only belong to me."
Su Yingxue's eyes widened, her face full of confusion.
She pulled back her painfully grasped hand with all her strength, frowned, and said angrily, "What's wrong with you today? Not only did you tear my skirt, but you also pinched my hand so hard that it hurt. What's your intention?"
Tan Zhengchu seemed not to hear her complaints and kept his eyes fixed on her hands.
The look in his eyes was as if he was staring at his intimate lover, and the next second, he lowered his head.
He placed a series of delicate kisses on the back of her hand, his tongue licking across her slightly cool skin.
Then he raised his eyes, his gaze was cold, and he spoke word by word: "Yingxue, remember, you only belong to me from head to toe, from beginning to end."
After that, he put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer with a little force.
The two of them were almost nose to nose. Tan Zhengchu lowered his voice, revealing unquestionable majesty: "When we leave this lounge later, don't let Zhao Dakuang get close to you. Do you understand? If he dares to make a move, I won't let him off!"
Su Yingxue's heart trembled at his aura and she nodded subconsciously.
After Tan Zhengchu let go of her hand, Su Yingxue stepped back slightly, leaned against the table, lowered her eyes and fell into deep thought.
After a moment, she bit her lower lip and thought to herself: Was I too cowardly before? If I let Zhao Da Kuang control me, if I had been tougher from the beginning, he might not have been able to threaten me and Xiao Qi.
Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and looked at Tan Zhengchu.
He was like a towering mountain at this moment, and just standing there gave her courage.
Just at this moment, a hurried knock on the door broke the silence in the room.
The third brother's voice sounded outside the door: "Boss, the Prime Minister of Myanmar sent someone to tell him that he wants to see you immediately!"
Tan Zhengchu's brows furrowed instantly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
He turned to look at Su Yingxue, his eyes full of apology and reluctance.
He walked quickly to the door, opened it, whispered a few words to the third brother, and then turned back.
Then he held Su Yingxue's face in his hands and said softly, "Yingxue, I have to go first. Don't worry, I will come and take you home as soon as I finish my business."
Su Yingxue opened her mouth and wanted to ask him about his plans.
It can be seen that he looked serious and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Tan Zhengchu seemed to see through her thoughts and pinched her cheek soothingly.
When he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and pulled Su Yingxue into his arms.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely, his tongue thrust in forcefully, robbing her of her breath, and he let go after a long moment.
Without waiting for Su Yingxue to recover.
He tilted his head again and bit her fair neck hard, leaving a striking strawberry mark, like a stamp of sovereignty.
Then he straightened his collar and strode towards the door with a swift and neat step.
His every move showed his aura, and he disappeared from Su Yingxue's sight in an instant.
The door slowly closed behind him.
Su Yingxue raised her hand and gently stroked the mark on her neck, full of worry.
She knew very well that Myanmar was Zhao Dakuang's territory.
If Tan Zhengchu had a conflict with Zhao Dakuang when he went to meet the Prime Minister this time, he might be at a disadvantage.
The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he became. He could only pace back and forth in the lounge, silently praying that Tan Zhengchu was safe.
Su Yingxue walked into the bathroom quietly, locked the door, and blocked herself off from the outside world.
She couldn't wait to pick up the white floor-length gauze skirt that Tan Zhengchu had prepared. It felt soft and smooth to the touch, like flowing moonlight.
She quickly took off the old black dress, as if she was peeling off an unbearable past.
I casually threw it into the trash can, and with a "clang" sound, it seemed to announce a new life.
Standing in front of the mirror, Su Yingxue looked carefully at her new self.
Her cheeks were flushed with shyness because of the beauty just now, just like peach blossoms blooming in spring.
There is unconscious charm and a hint of sweetness between her eyebrows.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she was full of joy.
I secretly thought that when I was with Tan Zhengchu, I seemed to be injected with endless energy and was particularly moving.
As I was immersed in it, my eyes swept to my neck and the eye-catching kiss mark came into view.
She was slightly startled, then her eyebrows were raised and she snorted, "This Tan Zhengchu must have done it on purpose!"
In order to avoid being discovered by Zhao Dakuang, Su Yingxue hurriedly unzipped her bag.
She searched inside with both hands, anxiously muttering, "Where's the loose powder? Where is the loose powder..."
Finally, my fingertips touched the familiar little box.
She opened it quickly as if she had found a treasure, dipped it in some loose powder, and carefully applied it to the kiss mark, layer after layer.
But the kiss mark is still faintly visible, like that left by a naughty child.
Su Yingxue stared at the mirror for a long while, sighed helplessly, but felt inexplicably relieved in her heart.
Never mind. I don’t mind the mark anyway, so I might as well stop hiding it.
Su Yingxue took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and reached out to open the door of the lounge.
With a creaky sound, the door opened.
When he raised his eyes, he met Zhao Da Kuang's suspicious eyes, and both of them were stunned.
Zhao Da Kuang was the first to come to his senses. He frowned and asked, "Why did you take so long to go to the bathroom? Also, your clothes... the color is wrong. Wasn't it originally black?"
At this point, his eyes suddenly changed, revealing a hint of anger, and his voice became a little colder: "Did you change your clothes?"
Su Yingxue's heart skipped a beat.
But he remained calm, raised his chin, and explained calmly: "I just bumped into the waiter in the corridor, and the drink spilled all over me. My clothes were dirty and I couldn't wear them. That's why I changed into new ones. What's the fuss?"
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