Qin Yiren subconsciously looked up.

I saw a strange young man pushing the door respectfully, holding a glass of seemingly ordinary milk in his hand. The meaningful words of Bo Jingxing inexplicably made her feel alert.

The young man didn't look at her throughout the process, but just sent the tray to Bo Jingxing and whispered: "Young Master."

"Um."

Bo Jingxing nodded slightly and took the glass of milk.

Qin Yiren bit her lip lightly, looked at Bo Jingxing delivering the cup to her, and subconsciously refused: "No, I don't want to drink it."

"Xiaoqian, you know, this is not a question of whether you want to or not."

Bo Jingxing looked at her with a gentle expression, and his hands holding the cup remained motionless. "Be good, now is not the time to be willful. I hope to solve the problem perfectly, okay?"

Qin Yiren shook her head in confusion, and her slender body shrank and retreated: "Jingxing, let's have a good talk, don't do this..."

"I won't hurt you, Xiaoqian."

Raising his hand and holding her thin shoulders, Bo Jingxing sighed softly: "You have not been happy during this period, you are so thin, but it doesn't matter, we can take it slowly."

After saying that.

He raised his head and took a sip of milk, held her long fingers on her chin, and despite her opposition and struggle, he forced her to feed her half a glass of milk.

“Um…”

Qin Yiren couldn't push away the man who was shackled her, and her clear black and white water eyes were full of helplessness and panic.

She believed that Bo Jingxing would not hurt her, so she would not be scared to death and could still maintain her most basic rationality.

but……

It's a lot to say whether Bo Jingxing will hurt people related to her.

"Xiaoqian, it's done well."

Bo Jingxing put down the cup, looked at her painful expression, and rubbed the milk stains on the corner of her lips with her slender fingertips, "You don't have to think about everything, or just consider our future life."

Qin Yiren was speechless.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but my originally clear mind suddenly became drowsy.

Pulling the corner of Bo Jingxing's clothes, she couldn't agree with his compulsion, and frowned and said, "Jingxing, I don't like you treat me like this, I have the freedom to choose."

Bo Jingxing slowly pushed her hand away and said lightly: "Sorry, I want to deprive you of your freedom now, because your freedom has hurt me."

Qin Yiren fell drowsy on the sofa, trying his best to persuade him to change his mind: "It's wrong to do this..."

"Be good, go to bed."

Bo Jingxing did not answer her question, her slender fingers covered her eyes, and her voice was as low as if bewitching: "You are mine."

No.

The slender eyelashes trembled, and Qin Yiren was sure that something was indeed placed in the milk because she had no power to raise her fingers.

She does like Bo Jingxing, right?

But she also has her own relatives, friends, and daughter...

There may be people in this world who can give up everything for love, but she has never been such a woman.

And these.

Bo Jingxing knew very well, so he chose this method to achieve his goal...

after all.

If she is really that selfish.

How could Bo Jingxing like her?

"Jing Xing, don't leave..." Qin Yiren struggled to keep the man, but she didn't know his plan, but was instinctively uneasy: "Please, we can discuss it, ..." (Unfinished
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