Before her words could completely fall, her lips were blocked by him.
His kiss seemed to be magical, making her whole body feel light and airy.
He took advantage of the fact that she was fully focused on the kiss before biting her completely.
By the time she came to her senses, it was already too late.
Zhongqing was fascinated by Yi Jian and felt like she was no longer herself.
She hesitated and begged for mercy: "Young Marshal... I... am going to die..."
When Yi Jian heard these words, her body paused slightly.
Will he die?
No way...How could you die if I'm here?
His eyes seemed to be hiding something. Looking at her in a mess underneath him, he felt that his whole body was so excited that he couldn't control it, and his movements became more and more crazy.
He went back and forth like this for a while, and then finally, he pushed hard and tightly against her, letting himself end.
She panted, but her heart felt slightly calm.
Secretly praying and hoping that a child will appear.
At this time, she was exhausted, her whole body felt very uncomfortable, and she was lying on the soft bed, unconscious.
Yi Jian didn't leave, as if she didn't want enough. After resting for a while, she woke up again, pestered her, and continued to torture her.
Zhongqing was afraid that he would come a third time. If he really came, she would definitely not be able to get up or leave.
Fortunately, Yi Jian let her go after two attempts.
He stood up and put on his clothes casually. His expression turned a little cold and unusual in an instant.
The unsmiling, silent and cold-looking young commander came back in an instant.
It seemed as if the upheaval just now was just an illusion.
Zhongqing lay there, still breathing lightly, still immersed in the throbbing that brought her after love...
Zhong Qing turned her head and saw Yi Jian sitting there lazily, with an indifferent look in his eyes. She was startled for a moment and suddenly woke up.
It's just a...love without emotion...love, it comes to an end at this moment, and they withdraw from each other.
Zhongqing sat up, slowly picked up her clothes, endured the pain in her body, and quickly put them on.
She felt stuck in her heart, with a little bit of loss. Where did that loss come from, but she didn't know.
She was used to disguising herself and trying to flatter everyone. After she was dressed, the makeup on her face had long since faded away. Her lips were red, her eyes were big, and she looked innocent.
"Young Marshal... Zhongqing is resigning."
Yi Jian just turned her head and glanced at her, but there wasn't much emotion in her eyes.