Wen Xihe rushed back as fast as possible through the night.
She knew the man He Mingjue too well, and so much time had passed. But she had no news, not even at all during this time.
I thought of He Mingjue's name and thought that today is He Mingjue's birthday.
Wen Xihe's heart was always uncertain.
Before the car stopped, Wen Xihe jumped out of the car. She gasped, and when her feet landed, she subconsciously glanced up.[
In the house that belonged to her in the apartment, a light came on at a certain account, which made her subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief. As she went upstairs, she felt even more uneasy for no reason.
When he opened the door, the room was filled with bright lights and the smell of alcohol filled his nostrils, making Wen Xihe frown subconsciously.
The smell of wine was all around her, so she closed the door and went in. All she saw were wine bottles scattered on the floor. She carefully stepped on the wine bottles and walked inside.
In his sight, a tall man was lying on the sofa in the living room. His already long body was nestled on the sofa, which made He Mingjue look more and more obviously uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and looked
He seemed to be asleep. On his handsome face, because of its calmness, Wen Xihe could see a bit of silent haze.
In his ears, there was the sound of a man's breathing that didn't seem to be calm.
He seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and Wen Xihe could smell a bit of drunkenness in the breath coming out of his nose.
Wen Xihe stepped on the gaps between the bottles and walked to He Mingjue's side.
"Ajue?" She seemed a little uneasy and shouted in a condescending voice.
The man didn't respond in any substantive way. When he heard her voice, a wrinkle quietly appeared between his eyebrows.
But the mutual understanding made Wen Xihe feel great anger in the man's lack of response.
Wen Xihe didn't know what kind of mood she was in. She only felt that her heart was heavy and the depressive atmosphere in the air made her a little breathless.
She hesitated and struggled for a long time, and finally followed her own will and squatted down in front of the man.
"Ajue, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
She tentatively stretched out her hand to cover the man's body. She felt that the man's body beneath her was just stiff but did not resist her, so she explained softly.
"My mobile phone is broken. I was delayed because of something temporarily, so I"
The man on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes.
Wen Xihe was startled by He Mingjue's sudden reaction. With an "ah" sound, her body subconsciously stepped back. As a result, before her body even hit the ground, she was pulled back by a hand that the man suddenly stretched out.
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She smelled the strong smell of alcohol rushing towards her between her nostrils, mixed with the breath of the man she was most familiar with, and quickly attacked her in the midst of her chaos. She had no time to react, she only felt
The world was spinning for a while, and then the drunk man turned her over and pressed her firmly underneath her.
His hands imprisoned her, and the drunkenness in his body and lips made her imprisoned for a moment.[
"Where?" he asked her.
The man pressed her down, and even though he was drunk, he showed a strong sense of possessiveness towards the woman beneath him. He asked, the chill between his lips and body surrounding Wen Xihe.
Somehow, Wen Xihe's hands stretched out to open He Mingjue's hands, but suddenly they stopped on the man's back, losing all traces of fierce resistance.
"Hospital." She let her emotions go, raised her eyes, looked at the ceiling above her head helplessly, and answered softly.
The man on top of her didn't know whether he was really drunk or half asleep.
"With whom?" He slowed down his efforts to suppress Wen Xihe, buried his head in her neck, and rubbed gently.
Wen Xihe tried her best to open her mouth, but after a while she spoke honestly.
"President Sheng's mother."
She didn't know why she answered like this. But subconsciously, she always wanted to clearly distinguish Shengxingyan in front of He Mingjue, and was not willing to confuse their identities at all.
She didn't know if it was to reassure He Mingjue, so she suddenly added this sentence subconsciously.
"She is sick. My mobile phone is broken, so I can't notify you. But when the president arrives, I will"
The man with his head buried in her neck suddenly let out a brief laugh. But that laughter, mixed with the smell of alcohol on the man's body, always sounded a little more unreal to Wen Xihe's ears.
She didn't move, she just gently touched the man on her body and resisted.
"Get up." She struggled to get up in the strange silence between the two of them, but was unexpectedly forced down by the man again.
"Xixi."
The man's cold, drunken breath blew out from his lips and sprayed vigorously on Wen Xihe's face. He placed his hands on both sides of Wen Xihe's body and slowly straightened up.
He was clearly drunk, but his eyes looking at Wen Xihe flashed with a cold and powerful light.
"I want my gift."
Wen Xihe's nerves tightened. When she reacted, the man had already leaned down and pressed her lips together fiercely. A chill with a strong sense of possessiveness spread between Wen Xihe's lips.
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"Well"
Her body was held down so hard by the man that she couldn't move at all.
Her breath was almost taken away.[
The vigorous and strong desire for a woman made He Mingjue on Wen Xihe look a little crazy. He was like a leopard finding prey, pulling at Wen Xihe's clothes roughly and quickly. His
His hands, with brutal strength, rubbed Wen Xihe's body extremely uncontrollably, thinking only of finding comfort in this woman.
And there is peace.
"Ajue!"
Wen Xihe had no way to stop the crazy He Mingjue. Her body felt extremely clear pain from the man's rough movements. Wen Xihe couldn't avoid it, let alone stop it. Her body was trembling, her lips
During this time, she moaned in pain because of the man's scrupulous treatment.
She suddenly remembered the first time she was in pain.
That was supposed to be the most beautiful and charming thing between a pair of lovers, but between her and He Mingjue, there were always such unbearable, painful, and embarrassing experiences.
Her eyes were red, and she knew that she was no match for He Mingjue in terms of physical strength. She groaned in pain, and even her voice had a hint of crying.
"Ajue, I don't want this, I don't want it."
Her hands that were resisting the man suddenly stopped, her movements suddenly stopped, and her hands fell, both of them landing on He Mingjue's back.
Her tears fell and fell hot on the back of the man's hand.