Zihao must admit that this woman has a nature that makes people crazy. Of course she has the urge to strangle her to death. Does she really think that she is just a gift in his heart?
Who is Qiu Zihao? He has never bothered to get what he wants, let alone a woman. There are countless women flying towards him, but he only wants her.
"You want to let Yi go, so you'll use your own body in exchange, right?" Zihao clearly didn't want to say such hurtful words, but seeing Die Ning's indifferent expression, Zihao blurted out.
Die Ning pursed her lips and remained silent.
"It's a pity that you have been given to me for a long time, so you are no longer qualified to negotiate terms." Zihao sneered, the deep affection in his eyes was covered up by thick anger. This woman really knew how to make him angry.
.
"I know." Die Ning murmured softly. She had already been sacrificed. She knew it as early as a year ago when she was sent here.
"However, I can give you a chance." Zihao stepped forward and smiled evilly, "If you can please me, I may be able to give you a break."
"What do you mean?" Die Ning frowned slightly, not quite understanding what he meant.
"Ling Yi never comes back empty-handed. Every time he takes a different souvenir, maybe a hand, maybe a foot, or... an eye?" Zihao smiled lightly, as if he were noble.
The prince is gently inviting the princess in front of him to dance.
Shaking suddenly, Die Ning looked at Zihao in shock, speechless.
Yes, because of Zihao's tenderness towards her, she forgot that Zihao was the king of this dark kingdom, and that his cruel and tyrannical methods were widely rumored in the Tao.
"As long as... I please you, will you really let Yi... let go of the Qingdie Group?" Die Ning bit her lip, her teeth biting her delicate lips leaving deep marks, which also showed the master's panic.
and helpless.
"That depends on your performance." A flash of pain flashed through Zihao's eyes, so fast that people couldn't catch it.
With a barely visible nod, Die Ning stood up and took off her skirt tremblingly. Her movements were as slow as a video that had been slowed down many times. Shame spread in her heart. If it were her before,
He would immediately put on his clothes, knock the man in front of him unconscious, and then run away.
But now, she has lost her previous courage. She is no longer the willful young lady Qingdie she used to be. No one cares about her, no one will save her, and she is destined to fall.
Yi has changed. He is no longer the big brother who used to protect her. Daddy is no longer here. She is already alone. She has been alone for a long time. Her heart has long been riddled with holes. In Yi
When he gave her to Zihao, he no longer felt any pain. She just wanted to please the man. Whatever she could do, she could definitely do it.
"It seems that you are not sincere." Zihao resisted the urge to hold her in his arms and curled his lips coldly.
Maybe he used the wrong method before. He thought she could always see his tenderness and affection, so he chose to wait. He believed that she could feel his sincerity. But now, he suddenly realized that it wasn't that she didn't feel it.
However, she didn't want to see it at all. His step-by-step retreat actually fulfilled her desire to protect herself.
Since this is the case, then he will conquer this woman in his own way.
Maybe Zixuan is right. To treat a woman like Die Ning, you must use both soft and hard tactics. Just using the soft one won't work.
Die Ning bit her lip, tremblingly stepped forward and kissed his lips, looking green and shy.
"Is this your sincerity?" Zihao chuckled. Her kiss was very shy, but it attracted him damnably. He had the urge to knock her down immediately, but he endured it. He was forcing her to face him.
, face up to the man who already has her.
"I...I don't know...what to do?" Die Ning's hand touched Zihao's hot body. She was so frightened that she suddenly retracted her head and raised her head at a loss. There was grievance in her eyes. She really didn't know.
What to do.
Zihao looked at her deeply, taking in all her fragility and grievances, and sighed secretly in his heart. He had indeed overestimated his endurance. He could no longer bear it after just one look at her.
He picked her up by the waist, walked to the lounge behind the study, pushed her down on the bed, and almost impatiently took off their clothes.
"I'll teach you this time, and it'll be your turn next time." Zihao leaned over and kissed her body, nibbling lightly on every part of her body, causing her to tremble slightly before letting go, until her breasts
His front was covered with hickeys before he chuckled with satisfaction, "Now comes the main event, study hard."
His fingers roamed all over her body, and she twisted her body feebly, biting her lip to prevent herself from making a sound. Her face was flushed, which made him chuckle again. He lowered his head again and pried open her shell teeth. He wanted to
Listen to her voice, listen to the voice she makes for him.
With her body slumped weakly, Die Ning raised her head completely passively, only to feel the electric current attacking her body one after another, which was more grinding than any punishment she had ever endured before. His kiss made her unable to bite her lips.
, she couldn't believe that she could actually make such a voice, hoarse with desire, as if she was a woman courting love.
"Call my name..." Zihao tried his best to tease her body, but never entered. Looking at her passionate body, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He wanted to hear her call his name.
Die Ning still had the last trace of reason left, and shook her head blankly. Her eyes were empty and confused. She felt like she was in a fog, her body was on fire, and she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to scream loudly.
"Call my name...and I'll help you..." Zihao whispered in her ear with a low voice. After speaking, he gently bit her petite earlobe. She trembled slightly again. He knew that she had reached her limit.
The name he wants to hear can be heard.
Sure enough, no matter how powerful a woman is, she will still be teased to the point of losing control in the sea of desire, not to mention an inexperienced woman like Die Ning. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, and she gasped and screamed, "Zi Hao...
…Zi Hao…”
A smile finally appeared on his lips. Zihao had to admit that he was relieved. He seemed to have reached his limit. This woman made his self-control close to zero. He sank down, but frowned suddenly, feeling as if he had reached his limit.
He was suppressed by something, so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.
"Zihao...ah..." Die Ning screamed. The pain made her suddenly open her eyes, and tears burst out. She had never felt such heartbreaking pain, as if her body was being torn apart.
Cracked.
There are no words to describe the surprise and ecstasy in his heart. This is her first time. This is actually her first time.
She is Yi's woman, she loves Yi so much, but this is her first time. Zihao doesn't mind everything between her and Yi, but knowing that it is her first time still makes him extremely happy.
"It hurts..." Die Ning murmured, grabbing Zihao's back and digging her nails into his back, as if this was the only way to relieve her pain.
Mediation was impossible at this time. Zihao lowered his head and kissed her forehead, kissing away her tears sadly, "Be good, it doesn't hurt anymore, don't cry."
Die Ning was almost speechless and could only bear his demands. Such joy was something she had never experienced before. It almost flew into the clouds and seemed to fall into an ice cellar, making it difficult for her to describe it in words.
Of course, what she didn't expect was that Zi Hao, an elegant gentleman, would actually hold her down from the afternoon until the next night. She was so weak that she couldn't even get off the ground, and Zi Hao actually looked like he was still unfinished.
It wasn't until she fell into a deep sleep that she suddenly thought of Yi. She wondered if something would happen to him?