Chapter 8 Thinking too much

Ling Jingchen still didn't answer.

Yu Yan narrowed her eyes, unable to tell whether she felt bored or helpless.

He spoke very little since she met him. Later, after she met Ling Qian, he cherished his words in front of her like gold.

He threw the rolled stockings into the trash can.

Yu Yan glanced at it with his peripheral vision: "How about leaving it here? Your assistant will see it when he cleans it up..."

"Well."

The words were choked by his cool kiss.

The man's hands looked beautiful, but they felt rough when they touched his body.

Electricity seemed to flow into her heart through electricity, stimulating her every now and then.

"Don't, don't touch that..."

"Ling Jingchen, don't..."

But when she said this, the cold-faced man played with her more aggressively.

Yu Yan was a little unhappy, and bit his lip when he kissed her again.

I really want to cut open his chest and see what kind of sullen heart he has underneath such a cold appearance.

Not long after.

The pain came.

"I hurt."

The man's lips fell on her shoulder, and this time he finally spoke, "It will be fine in a while."

Yu Yan turned her head to the side, enjoying the intimacy he took the initiative to bring.

The love is getting stronger.

"Ling Jingchen."

She called him.

"Um."

On Yu Yan's neck, which is as white as snow, one or two red plums bloom.

"On the eve of my wedding, Xu Yi gave me a box of toys."

"I had planned to use those to break my body when everything was over."

"I didn't expect that God would be so kind to me and let me experience the joy of the boudoir."

"Ling Jingchen."

She raised her arms to wrap around his neck, and then pressed hard, and the two of them rolled in a circle.

The location has changed.

Her vision began to blur, a layer of sweat broke out on her body, and her hands were shaking.

I'm really curious as to what kind of material Su Zirou gave her to make her so powerful.

She ran her fingertips up the man's neck and cupped his face, and said something that was considered a compliment, "You are surprisingly powerful. I will always remember last night."

"Chu, night."

Ling Jingchen's eyes narrowed and he suddenly sneered, "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant now?"

Yu Yan's vision became increasingly unclear.

The man in front of her gradually changed his appearance in her eyes.

It's not the cold face now, but it's so gentle, and it looks like she has a bit of pampering.

That was him a few years ago.

The corners of Yu Yan's lips curled up, and her voice was soft: "You saved me tonight. I think if we talk again, you will buy me birth control pills."

Just like the extravagant wish in her heart that she would not tell anyone: she always felt that one day she and Ling Jingchen could return to the way they were before.

But the man's words brought her back to the cold and helpless reality: "Thinking too much."

later.

He held her legs and pressed them up.

He held her down like this for more than half an hour.

She struggled completely.

When he finally let her go, she sat on the bed, shaking all over, and asked him: "What good will it do to you if you let me get pregnant?"

"If I were pregnant with your child, you wouldn't love him at all. If you didn't let him come into the world, you would be doing evil!"

"Ling Jingchen, have you cultivated yourself to become a demon in this Buddhist pure land?"

Ling Jingchen was still the same as before, not answering the questions he didn't want to answer.

He changed into white Chinese-style home clothes, walked to the table beside the bed, spread a piece of paper on it, and said, "Come here and copy the scriptures."

The remaining smoke is very angry.

She stood up and went over, picked up the paper and tore it into pieces, "I won't copy it!"

Ling Jingchen glanced at her and said, "Put your clothes on."

"Don't wear it!"