Song Qiao did not expect Lu Jingchen to reject her so decisively. However, when she thought about the words this man had just said, she felt that his reaction was normal, but a sense of grievance inexplicably surged in her heart.
Her face showed no emotions, and Song Qiao did not insist. She directly placed the dical box on the coffee table inside the room, and then dived into the bed. She quickly pulled the quilt over herself, leaving only her head outside, turned off the bedside lamp, and closed her eyes to sleep, but couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.
A few minutes later, the bed beside her sank, and then the quilt on the other side was lifted. Song Qiao knew that Lu Jingchen had also laid down, but he did not approach her, and she did not react at all, remaining motionless as if she had fallen asleep.
However, the man beside her did not go to sleep imdiately. Instead, he took out his cigarettes and lighter from the drawer and lit a cigarette with a ’click’, taking a deep drag, and exhaled a pale puff of smoke.
Soon, the bedroom was filled with the sll of cigarette smoke. Frankly, Song Qiao really disliked the sll of cigarettes, especially when people nearby smoked. She was aware that smoking was harmful to health, but she couldn’t stop it.
Her hand, resting on the quilt, unconsciously gripped the edge of the blanket and gradually tightened. Song Qiao took a few deep breaths in her heart. In fact, she had told Lu Jingchen before that she disliked him smoking in the bedroom. From the ti they got married until today, this man had indeed not smoked inside the room in her presence.
But now, when they were about to sleep, this man not only smoked in the bedroom but also on the bed, right beside her.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, turned around, and looked at the man beside her with a displeased tone, "Lu Jingchen, can you not smoke in the bedroom? It slls bad."
The man’s eyes moved, but his face showed no emotion. He looked down at the woman beside him, who looked dissatisfied, chuckled, and then snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray with his hand.
Song Qiao didn’t expect Lu Jingchen to comply so easily. He extinguished the cigarette as soon as she expressed her dislike. However, before she could recover, he had already lifted the quilt over her body, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other on the back of her head, his handso face moved close, and he sealed her lips with his thin ones suddenly.
For a mont, Song Qiao’s mind went blank. By the ti she regained her senses, she could not only sll the cigarette but also a faint scent of aftershave along with a shower gel scent that slled exactly like hers.
Just as she was about to struggle, the man had already seized her wrist preventing her from moving, leaving Song Qiao utterly confused.
His hot tongue imdiately invaded her mouth, beginning to storm her innermost corners, savoring her sweetness.
Perhaps it was because the man’s kiss was too dominant. Although she had kissed him countless tis before, every ti Lu Jingchen kissed her, it was with a dominance as if he intended to devour her, making it impossible for her to resist.
Her hands were firmly held by his larger hands, her legs were restrained by him as well, and Song Qiao felt her breathing grow erratic. When Lu Jingchen finally released her lips, she could only breathe heavily.
However, the man did not stop. He continued to place kisses along her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, mouth, then chin, moving down her fair neck to her beautiful collarbone, starting to ignite her body slowly.
The man was too dominating, and Song Qiao was almost rendered as weak as water, her eyes sowhat hazy, as if she had fallen into a misty dream.
...
After the affair, Song Qiao lay powerlessly on the pillow, completely drained of strength, with only the slowly relaxing sound of breathing in the bedroom, as if soothing the pleasure brought by the affair.
Barely half-closing her eyes, clearly exhausted, yet feeling utterly sleepless, despite the man having worn her out twice just monts ago.
On the other side, Lu Jingchen, with a cigarette in his hand, intermittently exhaled circles of pale smoke.
When she finally regained her composure and cald down gradually, Song Qiao raised her eyes to glance at the man beside her, said nothing, but sat up, took her nightgown, put it on, and then lifted the blanket, preparing to get out of bed.
Lu Jingchen, originally leaning back against the headboard, paused at her movents, then quickly grabbed her arm, preventing her from getting out of bed, his gaze darkening as he directly asked, "Where are you going?"
"I’m going to sleep in the guest room." Despite his firm answer, Song Qiao’s face was covered with a layer of coldness, clearly displaying her displeasure.
His gaze deepened, yet he still pulled her body over and stuffed her into the blanket, then spoke coldly, "Sleep here, you’re not allowed to go anywhere else."
"Lu Jingchen, can you not be so domineering?" Whether it was his words that triggered her or not, Song Qiao suddenly couldn’t take it anymore, imdiately sat up, her eyes filled with anger as she stared at him, "I truly despise you, we simply can’t get along properly this way."
"So what do you think?" The man’s voice also cooled down abruptly, his tone turning ominous as he spoke.
"We should sleep separately for a while, and both take so ti to cool down," Song Qiao took a deep breath and continued, "I hope you can seriously consider what kind of relationship we have. Lu Jingchen, I don’t want to be at your beck and call, I am a person too."
"Haven’t I treated you like a person?" Lu Jingchen directly caught the essence of her words and asked sowhat calmly yet piercingly.
Song Qiao was extrely frustrated inside, feeling the man had a violent temper, tornting her in such a way, treating her rely as a tool for venting. She was still in pain, not sure if she was hurt.
Grinding her teeth, Song Qiao still spoke straight, "I don’t know what you think, but if you like Zuo Yuqing, then why don’t we just get a divorce? I won’t cling to you. You helped my grandfather fund his surgery, but I won’t ask for a penny from you after the divorce..."
"You want a divorce?" Before Song Qiao could finish, Lu Jingchen already abruptly interrupted her, his tone sowhat grimly sinister.
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