Yan Jili suddenly leaned over and cut off her cry of protest with a strong, drunken kiss.
He pinched her waist and pressed her hard into his arms.
He stripped away all that stood between them, until he and she were so tightly fused together that nothing could separate them.
He didn't want to stop, not just for this one affair.
besides.
What binds them together is the relationship between husband and wife.
He won't let go.
Unless he dies!
Although he was slightly tipsy, he was more sober than ever.
He watched her melt in his palm, like a piece of sweet cream, emitting a warm aroma.
He watched her sweat, tremble, and moan.
Watching her begging for mercy, saying "yes" while sobbing and asking him to stop.
The corners of Yan Jili's eyes turned red.
It seems like I didn't hear anything at all.
Captured by an extremely deep obsession.
He gave her the heaviest beating on his own.
He has made it clear that he will not stop.
unless……
Unless she opened her red lips that always made him angry and said some gentle words of love to him.
He longed for her to say love.
But she chose... another man.
Yan Jili's heart ached, his eyes misted over as he stared at Chen Zhiyi who was lying on the sofa.
Unable to control my thoughts.
Would she also show such an attitude in front of Lin Boxi?
Would she also allow him to possess her?
Just imagining her answer made Yan Jili feel breathless.
He lowered his head and buried it in her neck.
I don't know if it was his sweat or his tears that stung his eyes.
"Wife..." He lowered his head to her, hoping to get some alms-like comfort from her, and whispered against her neck.
He said.
"I love you."
"I love you, I love you..."
He kissed her neck and heard the vibrating sound in her veins, "Can you please not leave me?"
"Don't choose anyone else."
"Just me, isn't that okay?"
He could give her everything he had.
He is soul and flesh.
He controls the power and material things that everyone is eager to get.
He would give it to her without reservation.
As long as she chooses him.
Peak, flash white, disorder.
Before Shen Zhiyi lost consciousness, she heard his sighs and the strong love he poured out.
She hugged him.
As if giving back, I gave him an answer.
"Silly, there's no one else."
"Only you."
"I love you too, Yan Jili."
*
When Shen Zhiyi woke up, he was already lying on the big bed.
She moved her sore arm.
Suddenly I found myself leaning in a broad and warm embrace.
She suddenly raised her head.
Looking up at Yan Jili's deep and affectionate eyes.
"woke up?"
He touched her cheek and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead.
Shen Zhiyi blushed.
"Why aren't you at work?"
"It's almost dawn." He reached out his hand, rubbed her lips, and whispered, "I want to stay with you for a while longer."
Shen Zhiyi was slightly surprised.
Even a workaholic who works hard every day sometimes misses a day.
She couldn't describe how she felt.
A little warm.
A little sweet.
And a little... shy.
She lowered her eyelashes and dared not look at him.
Yan Jili looked at her shy appearance, and a huge tenderness spread across his chest, so abundant that even he was startled for a moment.
"What you said last night, was it true?"
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