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Zhou Ji'an really wanted to say, "Can't you do it too?" But after thinking about it carefully, she realized that Deng Yi had already rejected her.
He doesn't love her, so he can't be with her, or to be more precise, because he doesn't love her, he can't be with her until the end.
Zhou Ji'an felt ashamed. She had ignored the fact that Deng Yi didn't want to be with her because she was afraid of missing the opportunity to be with him.
He's asking this question now simply to try and dissuade her from the idea, since they can't talk about love.
Zhou Ji'an, whose self-esteem was hurt, did not answer Deng Yi's question and ran back to his study, holding his breath.
She felt it was a loss that she didn't end up with Deng Yi, but Deng Yi didn't feel it was a loss that he didn't end up with her.
She always seems to bring shame upon herself.
"You started trouble and ran away again?" Deng Yi pushed open the study door and asked loudly.
He was seething with anger, and when he pushed the door open, he didn't control his strength properly, slamming it shut with a loud bang, startling the person who had clearly composed himself and was relaxedly focused on his work.
Startled by Deng Yi's words, Zhou Ji'an sent out the message he was still considering, frantically searching for the undo button. Before he could find it, Deng Yi was already in front of him.
Afraid that he would see the message again, she immediately stood up and stood in front of the computer screen. Only when she was sure that his attention was not on the screen did she whisper her rebuttal to his questioning, "When have I ever run away after messing with you?"
"You've forgotten everything." Deng Yi was lost in endless despair, staring down at her.
His accusations made Zhou Ji'an feel guilty, but he couldn't figure out what he was really thinking. He couldn't remember when, where, or what he had done to offend him. His face, which had been slightly raised, gradually lowered.
She was about to sit down, but before she did, she couldn't help but raise her face and look at the cold-faced man, saying, "Have a safe journey."
Deng Yi was furious. He grabbed her and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
His movements were rough and swift, and Zhou Ji'an had no time to react. Her head and arms dangled behind him, while he pressed down on her buttocks with one hand and locked her legs with the other, giving her no room to struggle.
"I'm so dizzy, please put me down," Zhou Ji'an pleaded.
Deng Yi walked quickly, ignoring her discomfort.
Afraid of making a sound and attracting the attention of the two women, Zhou Ji'an whispered a few words before lying on his back to get used to the bumpy ride.
Before she could fully adjust, she was already pinned to the bed.
She could see him whether she looked down or up, she could smell him, and she could touch him. Her persistence had not been in vain.
No matter how humiliating the process, she was ultimately going to get him.
"I took the condoms out and put them in the bedside table." Zhou Ji'an no longer cared about revealing her eagerness; she already suspected that their relationship was about to change, so she couldn't allow herself to miss the final opportunity.
Deng Yi slightly raised his arms, his resting body completely covering her, his eyes still devoid of warmth. "I don't need anyone else to buy it for me."
Zhou Ji'an propped himself up a little with his hands and said anxiously, "What should we do? It's probably too late to go out and buy it now."
"Give me a kiss." Deng Yi gently stroked her cheek, his fingers slowly probing into her hair, constantly rubbing her with his fingertips to relieve his unbearable discomfort.
What's the point of kissing him? Kissing him won't magically produce condoms.
Zhou Ji'an stared at his lips, swallowed hard, and asked, "Why?"
"I need to make sure you're willing." Deng Yi lowered his body slightly, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
Zhou Ji'an's eyes suddenly stung terribly. He quickly leaned in and bit his lips, then gently licked him before pulling back.
Then she looked at him with tears in her eyes, wanting his approval and for him to move the process forward.
Deng Yi removed all of their clothes in a very short time.
At this moment, there were no other barriers between them, and they were completely honest with each other in a physical sense.
All actions were driven by instinct, or perhaps simply by emotion. The two used their senses, bodies, and parts to possess and accept each other inch by inch, sharing each other's scent and matching each other's rhythm.
At the critical moment, Zhou Ji'an opened his eyes and saw Deng Yi open an unopened box of condoms.
Before she could ask a question, Deng Yi replied, "I bought it yesterday while you were at work."
Zhou Ji'an was in a state of confusion, filled with worries and suspicions. When he finally accepted him completely, he held him tightly by the back, his lips and tongue buried in the side of his neck responding to him, which aroused the person on top of him to exert force repeatedly.
Zhou Ji'an couldn't take it anymore, and his arms and legs started to slip down. Deng Yi picked him up and changed his position.
It was a different experience, but she couldn't bear it any longer. She shrank smaller and smaller in his arms, while he held her even tighter.
"Do you like it?" Deng Yi pulled up her arm, which had slipped down for who knows how many times, and wrapped it around his neck.
"I like it," Zhou Ji'an said, crying, "but it's a little painful."
"Where does it hurt?" Deng Yi asked, nuzzling her face and moving his body dozens of times in the process.
Zhou Ji'an couldn't pinpoint exactly where she was hurting, which made her feel even worse. Her sobs became intermittent. When Deng Yi buried his head in his unique way to comfort her, she suddenly started to tremble.
Startled by his own reaction, Zhou Ji'an looked at the kneeling Deng Yi with a dazed expression.
Deng Yi's movements increased in amplitude and frequency instantly.
He clearly didn't care about her anymore; the veins on his hand, which was gripping her waist, were bulging.
"Do you like it?" Zhou Ji'an's voice was already hoarse. She clung to his strong forearm and asked nervously.
Deng Yi scooped the person who was about to turn into a puddle of water into his arms, bit her earlobe, and her body suddenly tightened. He pressed in even deeper and said in a heavy breath, "It's more than just liking."
Even though he took it as her asking if he liked what they were doing, Zhou Ji'an was still content.
She sat up with his help, hugged his sweaty back, and sobbed, "Aren't you going to miss your flight?"
"You're provoking me so I'll miss my flight?" Deng Yi panted, slowly rubbing against her.
Zhou Ji'an was almost out of energy, her head slumped softly on his shoulder, not answering his questions, only sobbing and complaining that she wanted it to end.
Her body and mind could not bear any more. The more she endured, the more she could not detach herself, and the more resentful she felt.
But Deng Yi carried her to the bathroom.
Zhou Ji'an was too exhausted to cooperate with Deng Yi, while Deng Yi was unaffected and moved quickly and ruthlessly, as if he wanted to nail her to the wall.
"Jian, stand still." Deng Yi put his arm around her waist and patiently guided her, "Stand on your tiptoes."
"I'm tired." Zhou Ji'an resentfully resisted him and slid down the wet wall, but he grabbed her.
"I'm leaving for almost a month." Deng Yi held her firmly, trying his best to prevent her from exerting herself. He turned her head, kissed her lips, and bit her shoulder and neck, his breath filled with resentment.
Zhou Ji'an leaned against the wall, his legs trembling, and slowly stood on tiptoe, groaning, "Hurry up."
Deng Yi was not just a little faster, he was much faster, but not in the way Zhou Ji'an had hoped for.
When it was truly over, Zhou Ji'an trembled at the slightest touch from Deng Yi, and his voice became so hoarse that he couldn't speak at all.
The cleaning process naturally took a lot of time and effort from Deng Yi.
"How much work do you have today?" Deng Yi, dressed neatly, asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.
The thought of losing control in the bathroom made it impossible for Zhou Ji'an to lift his face off the pillow. His fingers were weak, but he still gripped the sheets and urged the person to leave, saying, "You should go now."
He said he would only be away for a month.
He will come back.
Her voice was hoarse, and her shoulders and neck, exposed outside the blanket, were covered with gradually darkening hickeys and bite marks.
Seeing this, Deng Yi felt hot again, inwardly cursing Meng Ke for causing trouble.
"Remember to call me," Deng Yi reminded him again.
Zhou Ji'an was so frightened that he quickly replied, "I've already remembered it."
He whipped her again and again, just to make her remember the incident.
"I'm leaving," Deng Yi said wistfully as he put the ring on her finger.
Zhou Ji'an covered his head, his body ached and throbbed, but he was in a better mood than ever before.
Deng Yi is right. In their current situation, having sex is indeed very important.
Although they are not yet emotionally connected, at least their bodies are connected, so they can say many things without any reservations.
For example, before Deng Yi left, he naturally told her to wait for him to come back.
The airport was bustling with people.
Deng Yi smiled as he stared at his phone.
The assistant joked, "Brother, you're really good at keeping your emotions in check. You can be so happy even when you're cleaning up someone else's mess."
Deng Yi looked up and smiled, "Jian said she's going to block my number."
The assistant was surprised; this didn't seem like something to laugh about.
Deng Yi then said, "Jian, that's my wife's name."
The assistant was even more surprised. Wasn't everyone saying that his boss and his wife were in a fake marriage? It didn't seem like it at all.
When Zhou Ji'an estimated that Deng Yi had arrived at the hotel, he dialed his number and said childishly, "I just wanted to see if I could block him successfully."
"I've arrived at the hotel." Deng Yi laughed, opening his suitcase and taking out essential personal items. "What are you doing?"
"work."
"How can someone who's at work have time to make phone calls?"
"Fine, don't answer if you don't want to. I'm hanging up."
"Okay, get back to work."
The call was really disconnected.
Zhou Ji'an was so angry that he threw his phone over to the side where Deng Yi was sleeping.
Less than a minute later, the video call notification sounded.
Zhou Ji'an's anger subsided considerably. He leaned over, picked up his phone, and answered the call.
"Aren't you at work? Why are you still in the bedroom?" Deng Yi's eyes were full of mischief.
"I've asked for leave," Zhou Ji'an said hurriedly.
"Are you tired?" Deng Yi took off his coat, revealing a gray-white sweater.
Sigh, I should have thought about it carefully before answering his question.
Zhou Ji'an blushed and remained silent.
"Are you still feeling unwell?" Deng Yi's tone softened. "Jian, point the camera at you. I want to see you."
“We haven’t done it yet, so of course we’re not upset.” Zhou Ji’an was both ashamed and angry, and blurted out, “I’m not going to show you.”
Deng Yi was silent for a few seconds, then tightened his jaw and said, "I want to see your face, not anything else."
Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, Zhou Ji'an hung up the phone.
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