At this time, Cheng Ying also knew that she was scared. Not to mention whether Sheng Xingzhou would kill her, her father would also beat her to death if he knew she dared to be so bold.
Just when she was cowering on the ground and helpless, Sheng Xingzhou raised an extremely angry voice: "Why don't you get out of here?"
As if she had received an amnesty, Cheng Ying hurriedly got up from the ground and stumbled towards the door.
Sheng Xingzhou's cold warning voice came from behind her: "If you dare to spread this matter, I will kill you!"
His voice was not very high, but every word made her scalp tingle, as if a cold arrow was about to hit her body at any time.
She nodded wildly, and even if she said it out loud, she wouldn't even mention a word.
The man behind her was no longer her sweetheart, but a murderous ghost, so she rushed out as if running for her life.
In the dark room, Sheng Xingzhou picked up the cigarette on the bedside and lit one for himself again.
He sat on the bedside and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
He took a long puff of cigarette, which made him cough continuously and made his eyes sore. Only then did he calm down a little.
I touched my forehead and saw it was covered in sweat.
He should feel lucky that he didn't do anything to Cheng Ying.
But if he didn't punish Cheng Ying just now, he just had a guilty conscience.
He didn't dare to make a big deal out of this matter. There was only one big question mark in his mind. What would Qingbao do if he found out?
Was she angry, or was she angry and cursing at him? He was worried that she would hide and cry secretly.
He didn't want her to be hurt and cry, but this happened to him.
He felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart, and after smoking a cigarette, he had no sleep at all.
He couldn't stay here any longer, so he called his bodyguard to bring him clothes. After he put them on, he drove back to Shengyuan that night.
He parked the car in the garage and glanced at the time on his watch, which read five o'clock in the morning.
If he goes to Qingbao at this time, he can hold her and sleep together in his cage.
But he felt so guilty that he was wondering whether he should confess to her or not?
Thinking that he had quarreled with her when she was around anyone of the opposite sex, but now he was sleeping on the same bed with another woman...
Just thinking about it gave him a splitting headache.
Saying this is like detonating a bomb.
He didn't even dare to take risks.
He was leaning on the seat, with his head tilted half way, holding a cigarette in his hand and hanging it out of the car window. A bit of scarlet flashed on and off, and his slender finger bones were cold and distinct.
He kept smoking, one cigarette after another.
His forelock hung down on his forehead, covering the ends of his cold and narrow eyes. The cold light in the garage illuminated his face with an almost sickly paleness, and his face was filled with careless indifference.
When it was daylight, he opened the car door and walked towards the main house.
He took a shower in the guest room, picked up a set of pajamas and put them on.
After he washed away the smell of tobacco and alcohol from his body and brushed his teeth several times to make sure there was no trace of smoke, he went upstairs.
The fingerprint lock was reinstalled in his room, and he successfully turned the door lock with a pair of fingerprints.
When he walked into the house, he smelled the familiar fresh aroma.
It's the smell of Qingbao.
Taking a deep breath, the irritability and uneasiness of the night were soothed.
He couldn't wait and walked towards the bed.
An Qing was still unconscious in the quilt. He lifted the quilt with the air-conditioning outside, and her warm body was suddenly held in his arms.
An Qing was still half asleep, her eyelids hadn't even opened yet.
He only felt the cool breath of mint coming from between his lips. He had no intention of being polite at all, and he didn't need to wait for her to respond. He had already pried her lips open.
He sipped her tongue with ease.
Bit by bit, she pulled her towards his mouth. An Qing was frightened by his sudden kiss.
When she finally opened her eyes, he had already begun to untie her pajamas.
An Qing was so frightened that she suddenly woke up and held his hand.
"Why are you back?"
Sheng Xingzhou bit the soft flesh of her neck, his voice full of urgency: "I've been craving for your body in my dreams all night. If you don't let go of your hands, don't get out of bed today, okay?"
Hearing his rogue voice, An Qing's face instantly felt hot.
The hand that was originally holding his gradually loosened her grip. When he felt her hand loosen, he chuckled softly.
He raised his head and held her chin with one hand, forcing her to raise her head to accept his kiss.
The two people's eyes were intertwined, and even their breathing was each other's breath.
Sheng Xingzhou's other big hand was completing what he had not finished just now.
Feeling that she was trembling slightly, he raised his mouth and said, "Are you still nervous?"
An Qing looked at his dark eyes with nervous eyes. His eyes were as bright as stars, and his tenderness wanted to drown her.
An Qing's heart was filled with sweetness and bitterness.
"Sheng Xingzhou..." She whispered his name, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.
Sheng Xingzhou's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes were already burning when he looked at her. He pressed close to her lips, ready to continue kissing her at any time.
"I'm here." He thought that her look in her eyes meant that she was still afraid of what was going to happen next, so he comforted her very gently: "Don't be afraid, I will take your feelings as the main priority."
Do you really not regret it?
But I feel so guilty.
An Qing screamed in her heart with these words, "What should I do? I have no choice at all."
I just feel like I'm useless.
Before she could say anything else, his rough palms were already wandering.
An Qing held her breath and couldn't help but tremble.
Sheng Xingzhou felt it, lowered his eyes, moved his big hands from her body to her face, pushed away the messy hair from her face, lowered his head, and kissed her densely.
His kiss was as gentle as a feather, full of patience and without any intention of intrusion.
An Qing felt his love and respect, as if she was kissing one of his most cherished treasures.
There was no rush for further action.
The random thoughts in An Qing's mind were dispelled by his kiss. Her head was dizzy and her body softened little by little.
Sheng Xingzhou was very satisfied with his results and finally kissed her thoroughly.
Breathing quickly and heavily, he gradually kissed her ear: "Wife, don't be afraid, I only belong to you in this life, and you are my only one, and you will always be."
An Qing settled her thoughts and felt the urge to cry.
She stretched out her slender arms and took the initiative to wrap them around his neck.
Sheng Xingzhou hugged her smooth back.
An Qing closed her eyes tightly, but she couldn't help but burst into tears.
Sheng Xingzhou's lips and teeth were entangled with hers, and she almost held back her breath, trying to suppress the urge to cry.