The man's slender white fingers inserted into her black hair casually, and the long fingers that were submerged in the hair tightened her grip, and he asked her questions that almost drove her to desperation.
Jiang Yue raised her face and looked into his eyes, unable to tell what was wrong.
But the eyes seemed to be different. The dark eyes were like the quiet deep sea. Under the calm waves, there was a storm that was already gathering momentum. Nothing could be seen clearly. Nothing could be seen through.
It had been a long time since Jiang Yue had felt such an uncomfortable sense of oppression. It was pressing heavily on her heart. She had almost no room to resist. Her territory had been robbed, and she was even a little out of breath.
She swallowed, unwilling to admit that she was a little afraid of him at this moment.
"Zhou Ji, you are too cruel."
In the end, these were the only words that came out of my mouth.
Too fierce.
Too aggressive.
His posture was stern, as if he was forcing her to let go.
Zhou Ji said sorry in a gentle voice, sounding condescending and coaxing.
Jiang Yue stood up and sat up again, "You can't question me."
Zhou Ji didn't think he was questioning her just now. He hugged her waist and brought the person who had retreated back to him again. He came closer to her and bit her ear, "It's not a questioning."
It's forced.
Almost gentle forcing.
It seemed that getting that clear answer from her over and over again could satisfy his increasingly morbid uneasiness.
Zhou Ji's hot breath landed on her skin, causing her to flinch. She stepped back, and the movements of his hands tightened, "Answer me."
Jiang Yue has a bit of a rebellious temperament. She is not so happy at the moment. She knows what answer he wants to hear, but she refuses to give it to him.
It would not be so pleasant to call him.
Jiang Yue pretended to think for a while: "I don't like it."
After she finished speaking, she was about to push him away, but this man was stronger than an ox and even grabbed her wrist a little roughly.
Shen Jing's eyes dimmed.
His expression was calm but even more terrifying.
Jiang Yue looked at him without saying a word, and felt a little regretful in her heart. She should have broken away from him before saying these unpleasant words.
He also avoids being forced to stay in his arms and be shackled by him now.
"Hand Pain."
Zhou Ji didn't seem to hear what she whispered, his eyes were lowered, his expression unclear, and his emotions and anger were not clear.
Jiang Yue looked at his side face, the look with lowered eyes seemed familiar to her.
The image that flashed through her mind shocked her.
Zhou Ji lowered his head and said nothing, which was somewhat similar to Zhou Fuwei who was recuperating in Yanzhou. At that time, he was also a taciturn person.
Don't talk much.
I couldn't move very much while recovering from my injuries. Sometimes I would get up with my clothes on, walk to the window, and look down at the idle books I got through the light from the window.
Jiang Yue returned to that villa several times, quietly, without being noticed by Zhou Fuwei, passing by his yard and standing far outside the corridor. The mottled shadows of the trees in the yard made his appearance in front of the window vaguely visible.
It's like looking at flowers in the fog, hazy and unclear.
He was wearing a moon-white gown, with loose black hair, fair complexion, and stern facial features. Among the swaying branches, he looked even more like a Zhilan Yushu.
Her Royal Highness the Princess, who had just begun to fall in love, would look at such a handsome and protruding face from time to time, and she would be in a daze, and she would not come back to her senses until the young man closed the window.
At this moment, the two scenes seemed to overlap.
The two people, who are clearly incompatible with each other, seem to have a strange resemblance to each other.
Jiang Yue raised her hand and couldn't help but touch his face.
She didn't think her expressions were similar before, but she always had a strange feeling in the past two days.
Zhou Ji grabbed her troubled hand and held her neck. His eyes only showed the calmness after adjustment. He said, "You have to like me."
Zhou Ji's voice was gentle, but her attitude was strong: "You can't say no."
