Chapter 237 How could he like me? [Additional update]

He Donglai's kiss was totally inconsistent with his temperament.

It is rough and wild.

His hands were like iron clamps. One hand pressed tightly on the back of Song Qingqian's head, and the other hand held her waist, with heavy force holding her deeply.

I wish I could hold her in my arms.

Song Qingqian felt a sharp pain, but she didn't even have the chance to sob.

All the sounds and gasps were completely swallowed up.

He Donglai's thin lips carried a wildness that seemed to want to invade her.

It is possession and cannot be denied.

Song Qingqian felt the wild aura emanating from him, the primitive impulse in the man's heart, completely enveloping her.

She felt personally that He Donglai was a soldier from head to toe, and only a soldier could have such a terrifying aura.

Want to escape...

But there is no escape...

Just like her situation tonight, He Donglai's kiss brought these emotions to a climax.

Song Qingqian's body was pressed heavily against his chest. All the strength in his body was almost gone. Struggling became meaningless. He couldn't even breathe.

This out-of-control man was like a copper wall and an iron wall that Song Qingqian could not get past no matter what.

until--

"hiss--"

He Donglai suddenly let out a suppressed gasp.

There was a wound on his lips, a trace of bright red blood oozed out, and his mouth was full of the taste of rust.

He stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Hot and painful.

But it makes people...not regret it at all.

Song Qingqian has never been a weak woman.

She can live independently amidst the ridicule and sarcasm of people around her, and what supports her is always the self-esteem and pride in her heart.

This is still the case today.

so--

Pop.

There was a loud slap.

Song Qingqian struggled out with great difficulty, but her weak body could not even stand steadily.

However, she gritted her teeth, narrowed her eyes, and used all her strength to slap He Donglai.

Use force.

Venting.

She had indescribable emotions in her heart.

"Why? He Donglai, why did you do this?"

Song Qingqian questioned angrily.

Her eyes, already red from crying, became even redder, filled with shame and anger.

Being suddenly and forcefully kissed by a man is not a very good experience.

But she was also panicked...

Because just now, her body's reaction and brain consciousness did not dislike this kiss.

Why is this happening?

Song Qingqian had never been so entangled before, and she was completely unable to sort out her confused thoughts.

Only the palm that was swung out had a burning and painful force that burned her palm.

Outside the house.

The sound of the rain never stopped, and it seemed to be getting louder.

The rain, accompanied by the wind, blew into the house.

The wind blew the lights in the house slightly, and the light swayed with them, constantly passing over the two people.

The light and shadow are either bright or dark.

He Donglai kept his head slightly lowered, and the dim light obscured his eyebrows and eyes, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

After a while.

When He Donglai raised his head, his eyes, without any lenses covering them, were completely exposed.

The dark eyes flashed with the sharpness of a cheetah and a strong possessiveness.

Even if I was slapped hard.

He Donglai's expression never changed.

His eyes were fixed on Song Qingqian, watching the panic in her eyes, the way she bit her lower lip, and the messy clothes on her body.

All of this is beautiful.

Whenever He Donglai thought that all this was caused by him, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his chest.

He wanted to mess it up completely.

Make everything his.

"I won't apologize."

In the silence, He Donglai suddenly spoke.

His voice was hoarse and low, like sand, rolling heavily over one's heart.

Song Qingqian shuddered slightly.

She hurriedly clenched her palms tightly, suppressing her body's reaction, maintaining the pride in her eyes, and looking at He Donglai unwillingly.

She wants an answer.

I want to know why He Donglai became like this.

Is this another kind of... weird form of humiliation?

Song Qingqian was trapped in anger and shame. When she continued to struggle, He Donglai's voice came again.

"Qingqian, kissing someone you like is instinctive."

The dark desire gradually faded from He Donglai's eyes.

As he spoke in a low voice, he slowly returned to being the quiet and gentle man he used to be.

However.

Something exploded in Song Qingqian's mind.

It is more powerful than a landmine.

……like?

...someone you like?

etc!

Is she...the person He Donglai likes?

How is that possible?!

How is this possible!

Song Qingqian didn't believe this from the bottom of her heart, and shock and even fear appeared on her blushing face.

"He Donglai, this joke is not funny at all."

Her eyes were wide open, looking at He Donglai in disbelief.

Joke?

The corners of He Donglai's mouth twitched, rising slightly, but it was a forced smile.

What he thought was a passionate confession became a ridiculous joke in Song Qingqian's ears.

Hasn't it been like this since many years ago?

His feelings were a joke in front of the once unattainable Miss Song, as humble and useless as an ant.

However, He Donglai is no longer the young man he once was.

He is now Song Qingqian's husband, and they are husband and wife, living under the same roof.

As He Donglai himself said, he would not regret what he did today.

Now that he has spoken, he will not take it back.

"Qingqian, that's not a joke. It's my feelings for you. I like you and have liked you for many years."

Song Qingqian's mood changed from shock and bewilderment to panic.

He Donglai's expression was so serious and sincere that it was impossible to doubt the truthfulness of his words.

He really...likes her?!

And I have liked her for many years?!

Because I like her, I kiss her?!

Wait - Impossible... How is this possible... Impossible...

Song Qingqian's pupils trembled and she shook her head slightly, struggling violently in her heart.

What she had been denying was no longer the "love" that He Donglai mentioned, but the inherent thoughts in her mind.

How could He Donglai like her!

That is absolutely impossible.

Song Qingqian was completely trapped in the inner tangle.

But He Donglai struck her hard on the heart again.

He said, "Because I like you, I went on a blind date with you and married you."

Song Qingqian took a step back suddenly.

She tilted her head back and looked at the man in front of her.

I just forgot a pair of glasses, why do you seem like you don't recognize me?

"Impossible... Impossible... How could you possibly like me..."

Song Qingqian kept muttering to himself.

She couldn't believe it from the bottom of her heart.

As he spoke, he staggered back.

But the man in front of her was still pressing forward.

He Donglai obviously had more to say and wanted to explain everything clearly to Song Qingqian.

"Light..."

He just spoke.

Song Qingqian escaped.

Escaped in the true sense.

The amount of information that exploded made Song Qingqian completely out of control. If she were living under the same roof with He Donglai, she might have blown herself up first.

Song Qingqian turned around and rushed into the heavy rain.

They came back in such a hurry that they didn't even close the gate outside the yard.

Song Qingqian rushed out in one breath, and heavy rain fell on her, soaking her long hair and clothes in an instant.

She seemed to feel nothing at all and walked in the heavy rain without a care in the world.

"Impossible... Impossible..."

The rain fell with a clatter.

It was pitch black all around, with only a faint light occasionally seeping out from the surrounding houses.

Song Qingqian couldn't see the road clearly at all.

She walked forward, stepping on the cold puddles on the ground. She stumbled several times and almost fell to the ground.

In the darkness, not far behind her.

There was another figure following closely.

When Song Qingqian staggered, he would nervously take a few steps forward, as if he wanted to rush over to support her.

But after Song Qingqian stood firm, he quietly stepped back, still keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

Just follow.

Until Song Qingqian walked into Zhou Chongshan's yard.

"Arou..."

A faint sound, accompanied by a trembling sob, reached He Donglai's ears along with the rain.

He listened from a distance for a while, letting the rain fall on his body.

A long time.

Then he left quietly.