Jiang Jingheng’s expression was slightly dazed, his gaze falling on the woman in his arms.
She closed her eyes, awkwardly kissing his lips, as if it were an unconscious action.
Her lips were soft, carrying a faint scent of alcohol, reminiscent of that night.
His gaze dimd slightly; that night, she seed like an elf who had stumbled into the mortal world, beckoning him with a flick of her finger to bow down to her.
Song Cheng’an witnessed this scene, his jaw nearly dropping in shock.
Holy cow, what did he just see? His eyes must be deceiving him.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, the ever-arrogant Mr. Jiang had his day of being forcibly kissed.
Mu Yan kissed for a while, then suddenly frowned, mumbling, "Don’t want to kiss you."
Her body was soft, slumping against Jiang Jingheng’s chest.
Jiang Jingheng looked at her slightly pursed, pink lips, and his light brown eyes turned deep, directly scooping her up in his arms.
He turned and started walking, a cold statent following, "This won’t happen again."
Song Cheng’an watched his back, the corners of his mouth twitching.
The notion of "this won’t happen again"—who knows, this guy might thank him tomorrow.
He seed to rember sothing and cautioned, "Be careful!"
Jiang Jingheng paused for a mont, then continued forward.
The room door opened, and Jiang Jingheng carried her inside. With a "clank," the room card fell to the ground.
He didn’t pick it up, kicking the door shut with his foot, setting her down and pinning her against the door, blocking her lips.
The emotions in his heart erupted like a long-repressed volcano, uncontrollable.
Mu Yan felt like she was about to be lted by flas, sowhat uncomfortable.
Her hands pushed against him unconsciously, but where could such soft resistance stand against his dominating force?
The more she resisted, the more it stirred the latent ferocity within him.
He held her face, forcefully conquering her, advancing like an unstoppable force.
Mu Yan felt she could hardly breathe, her brows furrowed tightly.
After what felt like an eternity, Jiang Jingheng suddenly released her.
His light brown eyes were deep and eerie under the cover of night.
His hoarse voice suddenly ca, "Who am I?"
Mu Yan took deep breaths, her consciousness a bit muddled.
Seeing her not answering, Jiang Jingheng bit her lip.
"Mm..." Mu Yan frowned, crying out in pain.
"Who am I?"
"Bad guy!" Mu Yan’s tone carried a hint of indignation.
Upon hearing this answer, Jiang Jingheng’s surrounding aura of violence exploded instantly.
Who did she think he was?
The room card wasn’t inserted, so the air conditioning naturally wouldn’t work, but the temperature in the air seed to have dropped to freezing.
"Who am I?" his icy furious voice ca.
"Big jerk!"
Jiang Jingheng’s dark eyes seethed with fury, and he suddenly bit her ear.
"Mm... it hurts..." Mu Yan struggled.
Jiang Jingheng let her go, his voice like a curse resonating again.
"Who am I?"
"Jiang Jingheng is a bad guy, a big jerk!" She accused with the last shred of her consciousness.
In an instant, the clouds disappeared, and all the dark elents receded like a tide.
The room fell silent, faintly echoing the sound of two even breaths.
After a long while, a gentle voice sounded, "Good girl, my Miss Sunflower."
Then, Jiang Jingheng picked up the room card and inserted it, illuminating the room instantly.
Suddenly exposed to the light, Mu Yan felt uncomfortable, closing her eyes montarily.
Jiang Jingheng carried her to the bed, and his gaze suddenly fell upon her chest.
Her blouse’s buttons were sohow undone, and the sight before him seed to ignite a fire in his heart, his gaze quickly shifting upwards to her moist lips.
He moved instinctively, leaning closer.
Suddenly, she turned her head to the bed’s edge, "Ugh..."
Jiang Jingheng, "..."
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