She clearly knew that it was dangerous to get close to him, but she just couldn't disobey this order. His order was like an irreversible imperial edict, which always left her helpless.
She slowly moved over and stood in front of him with her head lowered like a child who had done something wrong. However, before her feet could stand firmly, she suddenly felt a blur in front of her eyes, and then she was already sitting on his knees.
Up.
She was stunned, his brute force came too suddenly, and she couldn't help but feel panic;
In a daze, she noticed his tangled eyes. He was looking at her with the most tangled eyes in the world. There was love, pain, hatred, and sorrow in his eyes...
She saw the same tangled self in his eyes. It was undeniable that her heart hurt so much that it was about to burst.
In a daze, his index finger touched the tip of his hair, and his rich voice floated in her ears.
"Tell me, what should I do with you?"
She didn't know, really didn't know. So she could only shake her head.
He held her slender waist and unknowingly closed the distance between them, "Give it back to me." His breath gently hit her face.
She frowned, not remembering that he had anything with her.
"What?"
His black man locked her and read three words that made her heart tremble: "My heart." He said confidently, "Give me my heart."
She trembled, her whole heart fluctuating violently, and even her breathing seemed rapid.
He said domineeringly: "What? You won't give it?"
She shook her head, how should she give it to him? Should she dissect her heart and give it to him?
"Since you can't love me, you should give my heart back to me," he said harshly: "You occupy it but don't know how to cherish it. You are an out-and-out bad woman and you should be punished.
"
She was frightened. She couldn't figure out what his so-called punishment would be, but... it would never be easy.
"Kiss me." He commanded coldly, his dark eyes exuding an intimidating light.
"You always see me as a prostitute, right?" Even though she is already his mistress, she still has to maintain her self-respect. She will never use her body to please him like the kind of woman he thinks she is.
"You are always so unconscious. If you were a prostitute, I would have pinned you down on the sofa, torn your clothes apart and told you what catering means, instead of giving you the right to kiss me." He asked himself not to go.
Be angry with her or he'll be mad to death, he's just tired of robbing her.
There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with letting her take the initiative once in a while.
"But only a prostitute can use her body to please a man. You can hurt me and force me, but I will never use my body to please you." She looked into his eyes proudly.
"What if I must?" He arrogantly held her still on the sofa, then pressed her body, biting open the zipper of her clothes with his mouth, revealing her vest with her groin visible underneath, and he kissed her breasts
The white snow exposed in front.
"If you don't kiss me, we will do it in the living room. I will never let you go until you beg me to stop." He pulled her vest to pieces with a domineering and arrogant pull, and she screamed.
Yisheng immediately shouted in horror: "No, Feifei is here too, where is Yanyan? He is too, right? Please, don't be here, don't."
Her dignity could not allow her to do this kind of thing with a man in the living room unscrupulously. What's more, she still had such an ulterior relationship with Gu Jingyao, and it was even more impossible for her to let him trample on her dignity like this.