So You Have Loved Me Too

Ji Anning’s wrist was hurt by the man’s big hand. She couldn’t resist. Annoyed, she opened her mouth and bit his soft lip forcefully, with a **** smell. Can strike.

It spreads in their mouths, extends to their bodies, and their hearts.

‘Mmm...’

The man's lips kept pressing on Ji Anning, she was about to suffocate, and she struggled desperately with her desire to survive.

I want to take a breath of air.

The man seemed to have finally regained his consciousness. The **** of lips moved away from Ji Anning’s lips and moved to the base of her ears. The strong smell of wine, accompanied by his heavy breath, was as light as a feather in her ears. Scratch, tease.

Ji Anning trembled, clutching the man's waist with both hands, unable to push, but she refused to give up the struggle.

She clearly felt that her fingers were pressing on the uneven part of the man's waist, and her nails were almost embedded in his flesh.

The man was not affected at all, and continued to vent, invading every inch of Ji Anning's skin.

Ji Anning's body was trembling.

The man ignored her state, grabbing her loose bathrobe with his big hands, and rudely pulling it apart, then he grabbed her leg, lifted it up skillfully, and wrapped it around his strong waist.

The aggressive invasion and occupation made Ji Anning feel that he was humiliating her. She gave up struggling, biting her lip, and said nothing.

But **** it, her body actually reacted unconvincingly, she was obviously very resistant, but her body seemed to want to cater to it.

She bit her lip tightly, and as the men attacked and added gravity, bright red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

The man on his body shrank dangerously.

In the next second, he grabbed Ji Anning's arm and turned her over so that her face was close to the pillow, and his big hand pressed the back of her head.

Ji Anning didn't struggle. It would be better to be suffocated and killed by him than to be humiliated by him again and again.

In the end, he was still reluctant, retracted his hand, and got out of bed.

Bend down, picked up his clothes at the fastest speed, and walked out.

Ji Anning heard the emotional sound of the door slamming, and she was relieved and turned over. She did not remove the blindfold.

She didn't want to face, anything, anyone, or the world.

She is about to lose her soul, and she should take a detour when seeing him in the future.

...

The huge living room didn't turn on the lights. It only relied on the dim light from the moonlight coming in from outside to distinguish where there were obstacles.

The man sits in front of the French window, leaning on the window post, tilting his head, holding a bottle of spirits in his hand.

Under the bright moonlight, his figure sitting there, lonely and desolate.

"what happened to you?"

Without turning on the light, Qi Helian walked to Ji Chicheng's side, sat down in the same posture as him, and asked him with concern, then his eyes turned to Ji Chicheng's clothes.

The buttons on his shirt were all buttoned wrong. He took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and took a photo of Ji Chicheng's collar. A scratch was clear and obvious.

He stared deeply at the scratches, then he sighed depressed, "Hey, why are you? There are so many women in the world, you just touch this taboo, the price you have to pay and Is it really worthwhile to bear all the possible results?"

Ji Chicheng didn't reply to Qi Helian's words, lowered his head, then turned to look at him, "Help me go to the Capital of Heaven to pick her up, she is injured."