His hand went inside her white sweater, it was hot and burning.
Touching her soft skin, his muscles tightened and his breathing was trembling...
There was a strong wind on the rooftop, and he bent his back to block the wind.
When his rough palms touched the wound on her waist, he froze immediately, thinking of the uterine surgery she had done at that time.
When she opened her sweater, she found that the scar was very faded and shallow, and there were scar lines to the touch.
Beiming Shaoxi felt a tearing pain in her heart, thinking of their first child being strangled by her own hands!
Ji Anan closed his eyes slightly and suddenly became panicked when he found him touching the wound.
"Does it hurt?"
"..."
"I asked you if it hurt during the operation!" He was so angry that he wanted to swallow her in one gulp.
"I was in a coma. I didn't know I had done this surgery from beginning to end. I didn't feel any pain. Even when I woke up from the anesthesia, I didn't have the strength to feel the pain. I only had fear and panic..." Ji Anan's grievances poured out all at once.
, "You know that helpless feeling of being framed but having no one to cry to or rely on? What really hurts me is that you misunderstood me..."
Three years later, the image of him screaming at her desperately on the spaceship and pushing her off will never be forgotten.
He asked her if it hurt. The most painful thing was that moment when her heart was pierced by thousands of sharp knives.
Ji Anan's tears flowed from the corners of her eyes
Beiming Shaoxi stared blankly at her tears: "Do you still have the nerve to shed tears?"
"Whether the uterus was an operation performed by me or not, you have never thought that a woman is so disabled... that she is the victim?" Ji Anan tried his best to turn away his face, not letting him see his vulnerability, "I
Did you get any benefits?"
A large bloody hole was dug out of Beiming Shaoxi's heart.
Blame him for forcing her to harm herself or escape...
The uterus belongs to her. If she wants to remove it, he can't control it. He has no right to be angry or angry!?
"So, you're not wrong about anything, it's all me who's wrong."
"I'm sorry...child..."
"I will never forgive." His hard voice interrupted.
Ji An'an almost couldn't stand in pain, pinched her teeth, and brought his lips up to kiss her gently, licking away her tears.
She couldn't help but tears falling from the slits of her eyes again.
"Beiming Shaoxi, I..."
"Shut up!" His eyes were red, "I don't want to hear a word of your voice again."
Seeing her sad and crying, it hurt him more than death.
Did the thorn that had been in his heart for the past three years soften just because of her few tears?
Avoiding the broken skin on her lower lip, he kissed her softly.
Ji Anan was ready to be torn apart by the violent storm, and his gentleness surprised her.
He kissed her gently, tracing the beautiful shape of her lips.
She hooked her hands around his neck and indulged in his kiss.
"Have you enjoyed enough? Now it's your turn." Beiming Shaoxi's gentleness stopped, and his tense face sneered like a devil.
"Kiss me," he pressed hard, "I want you to take the initiative to kiss me and please me."
"..."
"Miss Ji, I won't treat you well. Don't expect to get better treatment here... Don't forget, you came here shamelessly. When I wanted you, you pretended to be a noble goddess. I don't want you anymore.
, you are even willing to be a mistress? Are women as cheap as you?" He gritted his teeth, grabbed her thick hair with his palms, and forced her to raise her snow-white face to look at him.