His words fell on her face and pierced her heart.
There was sourness in her eyes, and her heart was like a bottomless pit, and the pain and sadness could never be filled.
Lu Dongting said that she planned it deliberately, while Cheng Jingzhou said that she tried every possible means. What happened back then was only seen by others, and only she knew the truth best.
She was restricted from freedom by Zhang Xingping. It was Xue Yinglan who took her to the birthday party and repeatedly promised to send her back, so Zhang Xingping let her go.
She didn't drink much that night, but she felt dizzy. Someone sent her to the room upstairs. The person who sent her was very considerate. After entering the room, he helped her take off her coat and helped her get into bed. He covered himself with quilt before leaving.
It was such a big bed that she didn't even notice that there was another person lying on the bed, so she fell asleep in a daze. It wasn't until the next morning when there was a knock on the door that she woke up and saw Lu Dongting clearly beside her.
Lu Dongting was also confused when he saw her.
She rolled out of bed and just stood up when Cheng Jingzhou barged in.
Cheng Jingzhou asked her why, but she didn't give any explanation. She couldn't tell him that her mother's life was in Zhang Xingping's hands, and she couldn't tell him that his aunt Cheng Manyun had visited her in private.
From beginning to end, she was the one who was designed. It's just that there's no point in saying it now, it won't change anything.
He let go of her hand. She sat upright in panic, and she didn't know how long it took before the tight feeling of oppression around her gradually dissipated.
The sarcasm came out of his nose, and his eyes slowly swept across the side of her face, looking straight ahead with no expression. He put his fingers on the steering wheel and tapped it repeatedly. After half a minute, he started the car.
The car almost flew away. She subconsciously clutched the armrest, and her face turned pale. I wanted to tell him to stop the car, but then I thought about it and gritted my teeth and endured it.
Cheng Jingzhou is not just crazy. When he was crazy in the past, no one could stop him.
The speed was getting faster and faster, and she didn't slow down much when turning at the intersection. She hit the car window uncontrollably, stretched out her hand and rubbed her head, not daring to utter a sound.
The rush of speed made her feel like she was being thrown away. Zhang Xuning's face was ugly, and his heart was hanging in the air, as if it had lost its pulse, and seemed to be beating so hard that he felt like vomiting.
The sound of impact was right next to his ears. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and slowed down the car.
As the speed of the car stabilized, Zhang Xuning calmed down and heard his heart pounding and about to jump out of his body.
The car entered the community and stopped in front of the corridor.
The nausea was still there. Zhang Xuning pursed his lips and reached out to open the door. Cheng Jingzhou had already gotten out of the car, walked around the front of the car, opened the door for her, and got out of the car with her in his arms.
"Put me down and I can walk by myself."
Cheng Jingzhou didn't look at her, closed the car door, and carried her upstairs. After arriving at the door familiarly, he put her down.
"Open the door."
"Thank you for sending me back today." Zhang Xuning blocked the door, clutching the bag in his hand.
Cheng Jingzhou sneered and looked at her condescendingly, his eyes sliding from her bag to her face. The next second he pressed her against the door, pressed his lips down, and took advantage of her trance to deepen the kiss.
The pads of his fingers pressed her lips, "You are wrong, I am not here to see you off!"
He really wasn't here to see her off.
Without giving Zhang Xuning a chance to resist, he took her bag, found the key and opened the door.
After entering the door, he pressed her against the door, kissed her eagerly, put his arms around her waist, and walked to the bedroom in a familiar way.
His breath enveloped her, filling every corner of the room.
"No." She still had sense, and she didn't want to have anything to do with Cheng Jingzhou anymore.
"It's not like we haven't done it before." He was vague.
Five years ago, in this bedroom, on this bed, they had done it many times.
"Cheng Jingzhou, my legs hurt." She lowered her voice and begged softly.
