"Uh... no!" A feeling of uneasiness spread throughout her body. Jiang Ruoxi struggled with all her strength. However, no matter how hard she struggled, Leng Yan did not loosen her grip even a little bit. Instead, one of the buttons of her pajamas fell off during the struggle.
Jiang Ruoxi, who had not yet had time to change her underwear, felt a chill in her chest and turned pale.
When Leng Yan saw the white and round breasts, his eyes became even more intense. His big hands slipped into her pajamas and gently stroked her smooth back.
"Don't touch me!" Jiang Ruoxi whispered, gasping for air. She almost suffocated from his kiss.
"You seduced me." Leng Yan waved his hand, and all the plates on the dining table fell to the ground. None of them were intact, and they were all broken into pieces.
"I didn't." Jiang Ruoxi turned her head away, her back pressed against the table, and he had pulled off her pajamas.
"I said yes." Leng Yan's big hand covered her chest without any gentleness, "You're not even wearing underwear. What's that if it's not seduction? Huh?"
Jiang Ruoxi bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from making any sound. He was simply trying to make excuses. She didn't change clothes because she was preparing breakfast. This became her reason to seduce him. So what else could she say?
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It's wrong to say it, and it's wrong not to say it. In his eyes, it's always been like this, isn't it?
She hid, but still couldn't. He entered hard before she was ready. "Ah!" The sudden pain made her cry out in pain.
Leng Yan watched her close her eyes in pain and turned her head away. Why did he feel heartache in his heart? But he still held her fiercely, fearing to lose the possession.
In the end, she couldn't bear the impact of his too much force and fell into a coma. When Leng Yan picked her up, he saw the water droplets on the table, which were her tears.
Leng Yan looked at Jiang Ruoxi, who was still unconscious on the bed. There was a circle of blue marks on her wrist. He had clenched it hard when she was struggling just now. Her body was covered with marks left by him, and the corners of her eyes were still there.
There are tears.
How could he treat her like this? When did he start to have such a strong possessive desire for her?
He lit a cigarette and smoked it impatiently. After taking two puffs, he put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray.
He turned around and walked out of the bedroom, walked into the study, sat in front of the desk, and stared at the computer in a daze. It was already long past work hours, and the originally scheduled morning meeting had been cancelled.
Normally, he would not put down his work and stay in the apartment, just because Jiang Ruoxi was in a coma now, but he was worried about her. He put down his work because he wanted to wait for her to wake up.
Does he feel guilty about her? She was by his bedside last night, but he kept picking on her, making things difficult, and possessing her regardless of her wishes.
Jiang Ruoxi opened her eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling and crystal chandelier. Everything just now gradually emerged in her mind.
She sat up quickly and looked around the room. After she didn't see Leng Yan, she breathed a sigh of relief. She walked into the bathroom with her weak body. After a brief shower, she changed into clothes.
, it was getting late, and she had been unable to catch up with the first two classes.
She walked out of the bedroom and walked into the dining room, only to see a mess on the ground, which reminded her of what had just happened and made her feel extremely humiliated.
How could he take her in the restaurant? How could he humiliate her to this extent?
Jiang Ruoxi squatted down and picked up the fragments of the plate on the ground. She accidentally cut her hand on the porcelain fragments, and the fragments in her hand fell to the ground.
Leng Yan was sitting in the study and heard the sound coming from the dining room. He immediately walked out of the study. As soon as he entered the dining room, he saw Jiang Ruoxi squatting on the ground, tears dripping on the smooth floor.
"What are you doing?" Leng Yan asked.
Jiang Ruoxi turned around and looked at Leng Yan, didn't he leave? Didn't he go to the company? Why is he still here?
In fact, does she need to care whether he is here or not?
Leng Yan couldn't get her answer and asked again, "Let me ask you, what are you doing?"
Jiang Ruoxi turned her head and continued to pick up the debris on the ground, "Don't you know? I'm cleaning up the restaurant."
"You don't need to clean up here." Leng Yan pulled her up. When he saw the wet tears on Jiang Ruoxi's face, his heart softened again and his tone became softer.
"No need to clean up?" Jiang Ruoxi looked at him, "Can this place be cleaned automatically without cleaning up?"
"I'll let Mrs. Li take care of it." Leng Yan actually felt sorry for her. Seeing her like this, his heart actually ached, and he clasped her slender arms tightly with his big hands and pulled her up.
Jiang Ruoxi looked at Leng Yan, "No need, I will clean it up myself." She forcefully shook off Leng Yan's hand holding her arm, squatted down again, and continued to pick up the pieces one by one, ignoring the bleeding cuts on her hands.
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She doesn't want anyone to clean up this place. Hasn't she been humiliated enough? Should more people know?
Leng Yan watched her squatting on the ground so stubbornly collecting the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and he did not stop her.
I picked up the broken pieces of porcelain, took a broom and swept it, then took a mop and carefully mopped it several times, as if to wipe away even the invisible smell, until the floor was shiny again.
, she stopped.
The entire restaurant was tidied up as usual. Jiang Ruoxi stood at the door of the restaurant and looked at it quietly for a while before turning around and leaving the restaurant. When she returned to the bedroom, she saw Leng Yan sitting on the sofa.
Jiang Ruoxi didn't even look at him, and was about to walk into the bathroom, but was grabbed by Leng Yan at the door, "Let go." She whispered.
"Your hand is injured." Leng Yan took her hand. He had just seen her hand cut by broken porcelain in the restaurant.
"It's nothing." Jiang Ruoxi wanted to withdraw her hand. It was just such a small injury. What did it matter? How could the injury on her hand compare with the injury on her heart?
Leng Yan pulled her over, walked to the sofa and sat down, "Sit down and don't move." He took a wet towel, wiped the blood stains on his hands, and put a band-aid on her.
Jiang Ruoxi raised her head and glanced at him, "Do you need me to say thank you?" She asked Leng Yan calmly, without any warmth in her eyes.
"What I need is never a thank you from you." Leng Yan watched her deliberately treat him with such an indifferent attitude. He should be angry, he should get angry at her, but he didn't.
"Then what do you need? My body?" Jiang Ruoxi raised her eyes to meet his, and she could clearly feel the anger in his eyes.
She didn't know why she wanted to anger him? Was it to make it more difficult for herself? She now felt that she was crazy.
Leng Yan glanced at her coldly, "Your body is only valuable when I want it."
"It seems that now is the time when money is worthless, so forget it." Jiang Ruoxi stood up, walked into the bathroom, took a towel and wiped the sweat on his face, looked at the band-aid on his finger, and smiled bitterly.