Ye Cheng’s words pierced into Zii’s heart like a dagger, leaving her in excruciating pain, yet they coaxed out a seductive smile from her: "Talk is cheap, anyone can do that—"
Before she could finish, the man suddenly pressed her against the door behind her. His pupils contracted violently, and the grip on her chin intensified: "Don’t regret it!"
A punishing kiss ca down hard like raindrops.
He almost brutally ravished her tender lips, his tongue forcefully invading and occupying her teeth.
"Mmm..." The woman couldn’t help but let out a moan.
Zii’s eyes were hazy, although his bites were painful and fierce, she willingly indulged in them.
Their first kiss belonged to each other.
Back then, beneath the cherry blossom trees in early spring, Ye Xiaozheng, who was even more beautiful than the blossoms, had kissed her of his own accord.
He lightly touched her lips, then pulled away in a fluster. His long, dense eyelashes trembled, and a blush blossod on his porcelain-like skin.
Zii’s heart raced as she stared at him, stunned.
The usually carefree heiress experienced shyness for the first ti.
With the first kiss ca the second, the third... countless tis they kissed each other, yet every ti, Ye Cheng was extrely gentle, treating her as a treasure close to his heart.
But now, his kisses brought her joy and despair.
He wouldn’t be gentle with her ever again.
"Hiss..." Zii couldn’t help but cry out in pain.
Her lips were bitten open, and a faint taste of blood lingered in their mouths. Zii opened her eyes and saw the man’s phoenix eyes dark and fathomless.
Her heart trembled violently.
Ye Cheng had no intention of stopping, turning her once sweet fantasies about kisses into nothing, biting her lips until they were painful and swollen.
Especially as the broken wounds were sucked over and over, causing cold sweat to form on Zii’s forehead.
Finally, unable to endure any longer, she reached out and pushed him away.
"Enough!"
Zii clutched her swollen lips, panting and looking at him, a hint of red in her eyes.
Half from pain, half from sadness.
Ye Cheng raised his hand to wipe the remaining blood stains from the corners of his lips, his deep eyes slightly narrowed, and his tone was cold and mocking: "Acting all fearless just now, and now you can’t take it?"
Zii’s hands fell and clenched into fists.
She really wanted to punch his handso face, yet she couldn’t bear to.
"Regardless, you kissed , so I’m your woman." Zii refused to be at a disadvantage, she countered.
"I’ve kissed other won too, so according to what you say, they are all my won." Ye Cheng said indifferently.
"Impossible..."
Zii shook her head, looking incredulous.
Ye Cheng took a step forward, his cold phoenix eyes fixed tightly on her gradually pale face: "After breaking up with you for three years, did you really think I’d remain celibate for you? We’re history now, I have the right to date new girlfriends, you have no right to interfere."
"You wouldn’t, you’re lying to ..." Zii looked at him, her voice trembling.
Back then, she knew better than anyone how deeply Ye Cheng loved her.
A man as affectionate as him couldn’t possibly switch his affections!
"Believe what you want."
Ye Cheng didn’t want to entangle with her any longer; every ti he saw her, his mood would foul.
He suddenly reached out, pulled her away from the door, then turned the doorknob.
"Is it that actress Zhao Shu?"
Zii bit her lip, suppressing the pain in her heart, and questioned his back.
Ye Cheng’s hand froze montarily before resuming its coldness, leaving without looking back.
Zii felt her energy drain away in an instant.
She leaned wearily against the wall, closed her eyes, and a tear fell heavily.
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