Long Henyang's beast-like eyes exuded an evil and sycophantic glow. He walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, holding her buttocks with one hand and opening the curtains with the other.
Looking at the bright lights downstairs and such a beautiful night scene, Long Qianqian was not in the mood to appreciate it.
He said: "When I die, I will definitely let you die first, or we will die together. This is the twenty-ninth floor. Jump down and I will ensure a complete death."
Having died once, she was already afraid of death. She clung to him tightly, closed her eyes and shook her head in pain.
As he wished to see her fearful side, Long Henyang closed the curtains with satisfaction.
He carried her back to the bedroom and put her in bed, but he still stayed in her body. Long Qianqian endured his burning desire. He wanted this broken body.
"I promise you one month of freedom. After one month, you must come back to me."
The last deep penetration made Long Qianqian bend her body, and as he whispered softly in her ears, she accepted his passionate bloom when he reached the highest point.
(This is so obscure! I was so confused about writing it)
The morning sun slanted in with the summer heat, shining on the bed and the woman curled up under the quilt.
Long Qianqian turned over, and the pain all over her body made her suddenly wake up, and she sat up in shock.
At the right time, the door opened and Wen Ai walked in with a smile.
"Qianqian, why are you sleeping so hard? I've been knocking on the door for a long time."
Long Qianqian looked around him, and saw that Long Henyang's shadow had long disappeared, but there was evidence of last night's passion on his body.
Each trace, like a rose, looked so charming on her body. She suddenly reacted and wanted to cover it up, but Wen Ai pulled off the quilt first.
He shouted: "Wow, Qianqian, tell me honestly, who did you hang out with last night? Mian went away and came back with evidence."
Long Qianqian rubbed her head, which was in severe pain, and frowned.
"I don't know, my head hurts, love, where did you go last night? You didn't come back all night."
Wen Ai sat down beside her bed, sighed, and said, "Where else can I go to have a one-night stand? This is so popular nowadays."
She was afraid that others would discover this shameful relationship, so she changed the subject and didn't want Wen Ai to ask any more questions.
"Qianqian, are you also..." Wen Ai made a bold guess. Before he could say anything else, the doorbell rang. "Qianqian, get up quickly. I'll open the door."
Long Qianqian stood up quickly and found some conservative clothes to put on, a long-sleeved plaid shirt and jeans. She also buttoned the top button of the shirt.
On this hot day, she was wrapped like a rice dumpling, and she couldn't let others see the shameful marks on her body.
When she opened the door, Long Qianqian was stunned. Xuan Le stood in a cool pose at the door, his hand supporting the wall constantly playing with the broken hair on his forehead.
In this world, it is no longer strange for women to pretend to be young and for men to act cool.
"Qianqian, it's only May now. Spring has passed and autumn is still early. Why are you wrapping rice dumplings?" Xuan Le smiled jokingly.
Wen Ai stood aside with his arms folded, looking at the two of them meaningfully without saying a word.
Long Qianqian pushed Xuan Le away and walked towards the bathroom.
"Qianqian, hurry up, it's already eight o'clock, the interview starts at eight-thirty, you only have five minutes."
This sentence is indeed useful. Long Qianqian only took three minutes to wash up, which was fast enough.
"He is not someone you can touch." Long Henyang's words were recalled in his mind, and Long Qianqian smiled self-deprecatingly.
Long Qianqian, do you need to be so afraid of him? When he says he can't touch him, the more you insist on touching him, you must never give in.