He couldn't be soft-hearted towards An Xia. To him, she was no different from the previous women. She was his bed partner and a tool for him to vent.
Even if there is a temptation in her that attracts him and makes him want her now, it is only temporary. Although this time has broken his record of freshness for women, it is because this woman challenges his bottom line again and again.
, he wanted to teach her a lesson, so he continued to keep her by his side.
As long as she falls in love with him and is completely devoted to him, and then he dumps her so hard that she will be miserable, this will be the climax of the game he designed.
Therefore, his current behavior is definitely not caring about this woman, but not wanting to lose the toy.
But, why is there still an unquenchable anger in his heart? Seeing her pale little face, crying helplessly in her dream, why did he have the urge to kill An Yingying.
An Yingying!
There was a very cold light in his eyes. He liked to deal with fierce people, but that didn't mean he liked his future wife to be such a cruel woman.
Mayor An is very shrewd, but his character is not ruthless. He has also met Mrs. An, who is a beautiful and gentle woman, but the daughter they doted on is so willful that it makes him bored.
Distraught, she thought about having a cigarette outside, but she suddenly woke up and stared at him.
An Xia stared blankly at the vast expanse of white.
Where is this?
Desert?
Or paradise?
She remembered that when she was a child, Sister Li once told her that after death, the soul will return to heaven, and that is the ultimate destination of human beings.
Has she found where she belongs?
Emperor Yan frowned, looked at her dry lips, poured a glass of water, put a straw in it to her lips, and said, "Drink water first."
water!
She opened her lips obediently and drank the entire glass of water greedily.
Then there were pitiful eyes staring at his cup, which meant that she still wanted to drink. Maybe the dream was too dry, and she felt like she couldn't fill it up. Thinking of the anxious mood in the dream, where she was desperately looking for water, she still
I want to continue drinking.
Yan Shaodi's heart instantly softened, and there was a familiar burning sensation in his abdomen.
He fell in love with her expression, her pitiful fragility, and when she licked her lips, she looked like a seductive kitten. If she hadn't been in severe pain now, he would probably have pushed her down on the hospital bed regardless of the occasion.
Another glass of water was brought over, she drank it again, pursed her lips, and then asked, "What time is it now?"
"One o'clock in the morning," he answered.
She was stunned, "You have been here with me? All day long?"
No wonder he felt that the blue color on his chin was darker. Yan Shaodi, who was usually elegant and noble, now had his white shirt stained with blood, wrinkled, his tie torn off, and his hair even messier. If an ordinary person looked like this, he would definitely
It will look very embarrassing.
But he has an air of aristocratic decadence. At this time, he has an even more deadly charm, an indescribable feeling.
Her heart froze for a moment, remembering the anxious look on his face when he hugged her, and vaguely remembering the gentle tone he used to ask her to support...
My heart was filled with inexplicable feelings.
It seemed like he was moved, but also like he was soft-hearted.
It seems like she doesn't hate him that much anymore.
She turned away awkwardly and said in a hoarse voice, "Go back to sleep. You can't stay here with me all the time. You are not strong."