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The banquet downstairs had not yet ended, and there were many reporters waiting at the door.
He Chuan was concerned about Wen Rong's reputation and couldn't just carry her away, so he had to temporarily book a room on the top floor for her to rest first.
He Chuan put the person down against the wall and said soothingly, "The waiter will be here soon to open the door. It won't be good for you if others see you acting strangely. Just be patient for a while."
Wenrong nodded while leaning against the wall, trying to stand up straight.
After He Chuan took the two room cards from the waiter and opened the door, Wen Rong wanted to walk slowly in while holding the wall, but his body suddenly lost control and slid down softly.
He Chuan was quick-witted and quick-handed. He held her firmly in his arms, closed the door gently, and carried her to the sofa.
Wen Rong was half lying on the sofa, his cheek against the cold leather surface, trying to relieve his physical discomfort in this way.
Her legs were pressed tightly together, occasionally twisting restlessly, as if looking for some relief.
He Chuan had no choice but to pull down her skirt that had rubbed against her legs.
"Wenrong, how do you feel?"
Wenrong's voice was weak and hurried: "It's so hot, I'm so hot."
In order to relieve her discomfort, He Chuan immediately lowered the air conditioning temperature in the room and tried to straighten her up.
However, Wenrong seemed to be caught in some kind of struggle, constantly hiding his head in the corner of the sofa and between his arms, trying to avoid some invisible pain.
He Chuan had no choice but to sit next to her and gently helped her up from the sofa. His palms felt the smoothness and unusual warmth of her skin.
He held her with one hand to prevent her from slipping to the ground, and with the other hand he reached for the mineral water on the coffee table.
Wenrong lay in his arms, feeling extremely comfortable. He couldn't help but put his face against his neck and hummed.
He Chuan's body stiffened instantly, and all he could hear was her unbearable yet charming voice.
"Be good, drink some water."
He turned on the water and fed it into her mouth. Wen Rong opened her red lips and touched the water. She couldn't help but drink it in a hurry, spilling all the cold water.
It fell in large amounts from the lips and chin, then onto the slender neck, and flowed into the undulating mountains and valleys.
He Chuan's temples were throbbing heavily. He gave the man water, carried him to the bed and covered him with a quilt.
Then he turned and went to the bathroom, got a wet towel, and gently wiped her, trying to lower her body temperature.
Wenrong lay on the bed, kicking the quilt constantly, his body twisting in discomfort.
She felt uncomfortable everywhere, and the dress was so tight on her body that she couldn't breathe.
The pillow was soaked with sweat, and her tears began to fall, and her chest began to itch.
At first, my body felt like it was bitten by a poisonous insect. It felt painful, hot and itchy. I couldn't help but want to scratch but couldn't find the right place.
Later on, it became even worse. I felt dry from the inside out, filled with emptiness and longing. I felt like I was bound, my breathing became more and more rapid, and I desperately wanted to take off my tight clothes.
Someone grabbed her wrist tightly, trying to stop her from moving too violently.
"Wenrong, you can't do this."
Wen Rong felt wronged and uncomfortable, and opened his eyes with tears in his eyes: "Why not? I can't breathe, please help me unzip it."
She looked at him seriously, grabbed his hand and went behind her skirt, her eyes dazed and she looked like an angel who had strayed into the mortal world.
"Help me untie it, please."
He Chuan has truly experienced what it means to be so dazzled by the flowers.
He gritted his teeth, picked her up from the bed, carefully put her in the bathtub, and slowly turned on the faucet, trying to relieve her discomfort.
The cold water splashed on his body, Wen Rong let out a comfortable moan, and He Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He held her tightly with one hand to prevent her from sinking into the water, and patted her cheek with the other hand, calling out, "Wenrong, wake up, you've been drugged."
"There are reporters everywhere outside, and we can't send you to the hospital now. Can I let Bai Jing take care of you?" He Chuan negotiated with her softly.
When Wenrong heard the word "drug", the image of Gao Fei handing her wine flashed through her confused mind.
When He Chuan mentioned Bai Jing, she instinctively hugged his arms, unwilling to let him leave. Apart from He Chuan, she now trusted no one.
He Chuan tried to pull her away, but she clung to him like a kitten, clinging to his body.
The cold water quickly wet He Chuan's clothes. Wen Rong's body was like a ball of fire. Once his hot and slippery body was pulled open, it coiled around He Chuan like a snake. His breathing had become heavy.
But Wen Rong still hugged his neck tightly, rubbing his face against his neck with tears in his eyes, feeling so uncomfortable that he was about to die, and his voice was full of tears:
"I only want you, please don't leave, okay?"
He Chuan couldn't look her in the eyes. His fists were clenched, veins bulging, and her fragrance lingered on his nose. Wen Rong's words were like a soul-snatching knife, cutting through his sanity and making it almost impossible for him to control himself.
Without waiting for an answer, Wen Rong subconsciously kissed the skin under his lips and felt the protruding Adam's apple.
He Chuan pulled the person away, and the scarlet eyes made it difficult to tell who was drugged.
"You really want me?"
His voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes flashed with complex light. He looked stubbornly at the porcelain-like woman in his arms, whose exposed skin was full of color.
The woman nodded heavily, sobbing with longing.
"Only you."
He Chuan's heart seemed to be gripped by something. Once he took this step, he would never let go of the woman in his arms no matter what in his life.
He pulled the person out of the bathtub, and with his big hands, he quickly took off the skirt that the woman had been unable to take off for a long time, wrapped her in a bath towel, and walked out.
Wen Rong hugged his neck tightly. When the man pulled her out of the water, she couldn't bear it anymore. She kissed him with her arms loose, tight and trembling. He Chuan's face and lips were numb. He didn't cooperate, but he didn't resist either.
A soft tongue, wet and sweet, stretched into his mouth.
After a few breaths, He Chuan finally responded slightly, licking the tip of her tongue lightly and then gently wrapping it around it. At this time, Wen Rong already wanted to embed her completely into his body.
But the man suddenly distanced himself from them.
"Wenrong, who am I?"
"Tell me, and I'll give it to you."
"He Chuan, it's He Chuan." Wen Rong's voice was tearful, but his tone was firm.
Then I was surrounded by a pair of strong arms and pressed down on the soft and elastic bed. After knowing what I would face, I felt a sense of relief after being imprisoned for a long time.
He Chuan could no longer tolerate Wen Rong's mischief and pressed down on him.
In an instant, Wen Rong's breath was taken away. Their lips were pressed against each other and there was a long and wanton invasion. After a while, someone went down and grabbed the softness of her chest, grabbing it hard, stimulating her to tremble.
I arched my body and hugged his head, and my uncomfortable mood was relieved by his comfort...
(Please! It’s been changed to four hours! Let me out!)
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