He couldn’t help his feelings and reached out to grab her.
She suddenly awoke from her dream, sharply pulling back, abruptly breaking off the kiss.
Her face was flushed; whether from embarrassnt or anger, she stared at him with her face entirely red.
Her eyes sparkled brightly.
"Is this enough?"
"Jas, tell ."
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His heart, she would never understand. Since he’d already forcefully taken her, since there was already a contract between them, she didn’t understand why during those two previous nights, he didn’t do that with her.
Why was the first night rely watching, the second just embracing?
Was she not attractive enough to him?
Was his interest in her inherently limited?
Or did he rely treat her as a tool, using her identity to humiliate the Tang Family, while in reality, he had no real interest in her?
She’d rather it be the latter: that he was deliberately baiting her, waiting for her to willingly take the bait.
That she’d co, willingly offering herself, was it enough?
That she tearfully surrendered her pride before him, no longer resisting, is it enough?
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On her lips, it felt as if soft cherry blossoms had just fallen.
He couldn’t help but bite his lips, his blue eyes burning with a srizing fla.
Indeed, she’d done excellently, exactly what he desired.
But what he wanted was far more than just a fleeting taste of a kiss.
He stared at her intensely and fervently: "So your bravery only amounts to this. Tang Yanjian, did you overestimate yourself, or underestimate ? How could you think that such a barely given kiss would make yield to you?"
Yan Jian looked as if she were about to cry: "Then what more do you want?!"
He bit his lip, glancing sideways, raising his hand to beckon with his finger: "...more."
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Yan Jian was so shocked she trembled slightly.
It’s not that she didn’t think of such consequences, it’s just—she was so afraid.
She inhaled deeply, reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes, lifted her head to stare at him coldly, almost challengingly asked: "Got any alcohol?"
She needed alcohol, she needed to be completely anesthetized.
Maybe once drunk, her sense of pain would beco dulled; maybe once drunk, it would be easier to do that with him.
He slightly frowned: "Last ti when you drank 8% beer, you were all defensive with . How co now you want to drink again?"
He crossed his arms, shrugged coldly: "Of course, I have alcohol. But unfortunately, it’s no longer mild beer here. The ones I have are strong liquors, do you dare to drink?"
"Bring them!" Yan Jian splayed her palm.
Strong liquor, fine, strong liquor it is!
Drink and you’ll be drunk, once drunk, you’ll know nothing, and that suits her wishes!
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Unfortunately, her intentions were too obvious, he understood without needing to think.
He didn’t plan to save her, only cruelly laughed: "Want to get drunk to please ? Tang Yanjian, I guess by that ti you’ll imagine as Luo Xiansheng. Tell why I need to fulfill your fantasies, why should I beco your tool instead?"
Yan Jian controlled her breathing: "I won’t."
Won’t imagine him as Little Sound, because Little Sound is the gentlest man to her. Little Sound would never hurt her.
Moreover... haha, ha, she already knew the relationship with Little Sound was long over.
From the mont Big Sister walked out of "Middle Ages" in the misty spring rain, she knew. So how could she still fantasize about Little Sound? Her fantasies would no longer include Little Sound, otherwise how could she face Big Sister?
Jas still could say such things, he truly was a pig!
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"Really?"
He carefully controlled his surging emotions, staring at the little figure before him whose cheeks and cherry lips were all flushed.
He couldn’t help recalling the treehouse, the beer...
He carefully breathed, patting his leg.
"Sit on here."
Reaching out to open the liquor cabinet beside him, he took out a bottle of strong liquor.
He brought it to his lips, biting off the cork with his teeth.
Staring intensely at her: "Co over."
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Yan Jian felt all hot but she had no choices left.
She stepped forward and sat on his knee.
Trying to maintain the last foot of distance from him.
His deep blue eyes locked onto her, with a wicked glance suddenly tilted his head and drank the liquor. Mouthful of alcohol in his mouth, he squinted at her issuing an invitation and command.
Yan Jian understood.
She damn well understood!
She wished she hadn’t understood, wished she were a fool at this mont!
But all wishes were just suppositions, she could only live in the present whereby—she offered herself, becoming his plaything.
She tightly closed her eyes, pressing her palm against his knee, leaning forward to et his lips.
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