Xiang Yutian didn't hesitate at all, he hugged her and walked towards the side corridor. The holy and solemn oil paintings on the walls on both sides formed a sharp contrast with their embrace.
A faint scent of herbs came, and Jiang Weiwei stiffened all over.
Ancheng was standing at the side of the aisle, his face gentle and calm, his eyes looking straight ahead without focus.
Xiang Yutian obviously didn't remember him anymore, and only had dirty thoughts in his mind. He hugged her and moved forward without looking back, passing An Cheng...
Like slow motion in a movie——
An Cheng suddenly felt something and faced the direction she was facing, with confusion on his face.
"..." Jiang Weiyi unconsciously clenched the shirt on Xiang Yutian's chest, and his heart began to hurt again, far worse than the kick on his leg.
"Ah."
Xiang Yutian looked down at her trembling fists and laughed mockingly, "Jiang Weiyi, you started to tremble before I did anything to you?"
Extremely revealing words.
Ancheng was very close to them, and he obviously heard these words. His calm face suddenly fell, and he looked as ugly as death.
So close, Jiang Youyi could hear An Cheng's restless breathing.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of revenge, mixed with unspeakable pain.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei said nothing and allowed Xiang Yutian to carry her into a certain room.
Turning her eyes, she saw Lone Ying in Xiang Yutian's arms pushing An Cheng and slamming him against the wall.
Anjo seemed to feel no pain, still facing their direction, a little stubborn, with a gloomy face...
She wanted to know, if he hadn't been blind, what would his eyes look like at this moment?
Gu Ying noticed something was wrong with An Cheng and waved his hand in front of his eyes. Seeing that he had no reaction, he immediately cursed, "Damn! Why is a blind man wandering around here! Take him out! Clear the place! Don't disturb Mr. Xiang."
interest!"
Then, Ancheng's face completely disappeared from Jiang Weiyi's eyes.
Xiang Yutian carried her into the room without closing the door. He pressed her against the cold wall and kissed her wildly. He pulled her skirt down with one hand and inserted it into her hair with one hand, impatiently kissing her.
Rolling around on her lips, plundering her breath...
"Young Master Xiang..."
Jiang Weiyi pushed against his chest, turned his face away and breathed freely.
Scumbag.
Stallion.
"What, you're still angry after being kicked?" Xiang Yutian chuckled, a woman who holds a grudge.
"No."
"Then show it to me!"
His whispering tone was almost arrogant, and he didn't care about her feelings at all. He clamped her soft hair with his fingers, forcing her to raise her head, and soon covered her lips again, kissing her ferociously, "Don't kiss me like a dead duck!"
"
"..."
Jiang Weiwei's chin was pinched by him, and he had to open his lips to meet his kiss.
But Ancheng's ashen face appeared in front of her eyes... which made her feel a trace of resistance.
She couldn't kiss him.
"Are you saying you're not angry?" Xiang Yutian was sensitive to her resistance and immediately kissed her mouth and breathed, pouring all the breath into her mouth.
He wanted her to surrender completely to him.
Several men then walked in, spread a roll of carpet on the floor, and then exited, closing the door.
Xiang Yutian hugged her and pushed her down on the carpet. The white velvet on the blanket pricked her skin. It was obviously soft but not comfortable.
Xiang Yutian pressed his hand to her back and easily loosened the buckle of her underwear...