He vowed to drag her into the hell of sinking, sleepless and restless. Wen Xihe didn't know how long she had been immersed in such struggling and unbridled desire. Until a white light flashed in front of her eyes, her consciousness sank, and she was completely immersed in the man's
He fainted beneath his body.
In her daze, Wen Xihe felt someone hugging her into a sweaty and warm embrace. She was so weak that she couldn't even open her eyes, but her hands subconsciously stretched out to resist the suffocating warmth.
But she failed, because at the next moment, the hands held her tighter. Intermittently, she felt that her body was jolting. There was a faint noise in her ears, and she was shaken by that kind of noise.
The sound was so noisy that I struggled to open my eyes to see clearly. In the chaos, I could only see the familiar enlarged face of He Mingjue.
The man's hand covered Wen Xihe's eyes, and his voice seemed to be coaxing, "Be good, sleep a little longer..."
She closed her eyes obediently and fell asleep again.
When she woke up again, it was already close to noon. The sun shone brightly through the thick floor-to-ceiling windows, silently reminding Wen Xihe of the time she had spent in the past.
She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling above her head, and the scene of her wild entanglement with He Mingjue last night emerged in her mind. There had been too many times, she had imagined such a scene. Her dedication was successful, and He Mingjue successfully succeeded in putting her
Eat and wipe clean. The next day, she woke up in the big bed where the two of them spent the night together, with He Mingjue lying next to her. He would lower his head and kiss her forehead, then lie in her ear and say to her, "
Good morning, my dear!"
But now, everything was off track from what she had imagined. At this moment, Wen Xihe had the urge to escape. She loved this man, and there was no doubt about it at any time. However, she had no doubt about herself.
The man she loved deeply had already lost her sense of security. She would feel suffocated, scared, and panicked. All the unknown emotions made Wen Xihe hold her head and groan.
If she wants to leave here, she must leave here.
The trembling and pain from He Mingjue's wanton ride last night still remained in her body. Wen Xihe jumped out of bed, her legs went soft and she fell down. Her knees landed, but the unexpected pain did not come. Her smooth legs
There was a soft touch on it. Wen Xihe lowered her head. Only then did she slowly realize that something was wrong. There was a thick layer of cashmere carpet under her body.
In her memory, there was no carpet in He Mingjue's bedroom.
Looking elsewhere, the furnishings, style and decoration of the entire room were not what she remembered at all. Her body felt chilly, and her heart suddenly dropped rapidly.
At this moment, there was a crisp sound from the door. A middle-aged woman, holding a tray in her hand, slightly poked her head in.
"Miss, are you awake?"
Wen Xihe was stunned. There was no one else in He Mingjue's house. "Who are you?" She took a step back, looking a little defensive.
"Miss Wen," the visitor called her name accurately, "I am Mr. He's new servant. I will be responsible for your future food and clothing."
Wen Xihe's face turned pale, and he sensitively caught the woman's words, "In the future?" she said, her voice sharpened by the growing panic in her heart, "When did I say I wanted to live here? What did I say?"
Is it time for someone to take care of you?"
The servant walked in silently, put the tray in his hand on the table next to her, and stood aside, "Sir, you can't leave this villa until he speaks!"
Wen Xihe held her head and let out a painful groan. The man was so fast. After entangled with her for a whole night, she changed to a new house and a new servant. Until now, Wen Xihe has been sadly unable to continue.
I don't know where I live.
"I don't want to stay here, I want to leave!" she said, stepping barefoot on the snow-white cashmere carpet, "Get out of the way, I want to go out!"
The woman did not stop her, but when Wen Xihe passed by her, she reminded Wen Xihe softly, "Miss Wen, sir, you have told me that you cannot leave without his permission." She seemed to have known about Wen Xihe for a long time.
Not easy to fool, the woman said as she walked to the window and opened the curtains, gesturing for Wen Xihe to look down.
Bodyguards in black suits were posted at the entrance of the villa's hall, in the courtyard, and even at the door of the villa. It seemed completely impossible to fly out from this place.
Wen Xihe felt that she was very cold. It was a kind of desperate cold that slowly grew from the depths of her body. She never thought that one day, He Mingjue would use such a method to let her stay with him.
At that time, there was nothing but disputes, misunderstandings and hatred between them.
"He Mingjue, I am not your forbidden love -" Wen Xihe's voice almost roared from her chest. She lost control of her emotions and swept the tray to the ground with her hand. The food in the tray was scattered everywhere.
The entire carpet.
The woman next to him seemed to be very frightened. When she saw Wen Xihe's appearance in front of her, she turned around and ran out.
Wen Xihe stared at the food and water scattered on the ground, the anger in his heart boiling more and more.