If she went to ask Xin, would she tell her?
This woman definitely wouldn’t hide it, but she might not tell her the truth. Since she’s harboring ill will, what she tells her might just be a distorted version of the truth.
Mu Yiliang had to dismiss this idea.
After lunch, Yan Sijue took her and Xiaoze away. Yan Sijue was driving, Mu Yiliang sat in the passenger seat, and Xiaoze lay asleep in the back seat.
Mu Yiliang suddenly asked, "Sijue, don’t you have your own place in S City?"
"Hmm? The place where my mother lives." He raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.
When Mu Yiliang refused him before, he would go back and stay there.
Mu Yiliang suddenly had an eerie feeling.
"Since you have a ho, why do you keep hanging around my place?"
"Wherever you are, that’s where my ho is." He smiled slightly.
Mu Yiliang felt a slight stir in her heart, and couldn’t help but tease him, "So, it’s not marrying you, it’s you marrying , right?"
He looked deeply into her eyes.
Mu Yiliang scrutinized him up and down with a critical gaze: "You are both handso and dosticated, good for warming the bed and earning money, truly an ideal man for family life. It’s my good fortune to marry you."
The man said nothing, his gaze becoming even deeper.
Mu Yiliang was still imrsed in this scenario, laughing joyfully.
And then that very night, Mu Yiliang paid the price for her loose tongue.
The man took possession of her again and again, and when she was exhausted and begging for rcy, he whispered into her earlobe: "Is it your good fortune to marry ?"
His husky voice was hopelessly seductive in the quiet night.
Mu Yiliang bit her lip hard, suppressing her moans. After all, her son was sleeping in the next room, so during this ti she never dared to make a sound. Yet the man loved her this way, the harder she tried to endure, the more unrestrained he beca.
The result was another fierce thrust from the man, pressing for an answer: "Marrying isn’t a loss at all, hmm?"
She finally couldn’t withstand it, speaking out in despair: "Stop talking...!"
She was wrong, she was truly wrong!
"Will you marry in the next life?" He chuckled lowly, his voice intensely suggestive.
"No... won’t marry..."
"You dare!"
"Ooh... I’ll marry..." Her entire body was trembling.
He laughed quietly, biting her lips as he said, "Whether I marry you or you marry , I don’t mind. Just rember, you are mine, and I am yours. You’re not allowed to say no!"
Mu Yiliang nodded furiously, her face flushed!
"Really rember?" His voice was hoarse, slowly grinding against her body.
Mu Yiliang was on the verge of tears!
"I rember... I really rember..."
"Say it again?"
"I am yours, ooh... you are mine, I’m not allowed to say no!"
"Good girl... one more ti?"
"I am yours, you are mine, I’m not allowed to say no..."
"Continue?"
"I am yours, you are mine, I’m not allowed to say no..."
Mu Yiliang felt that her very soul was about to soar, yet was forced to repeat this sentence over and over,
forbidding her from refusing him, forbidding her from refusing him... as if he wanted to engrave this belief deep in her heart, cutting off any possibility of retreat!
Dominating to the extre, yet unable to hide the insecurity and fear in his heart.
Mu Yiliang felt her eyes becoming wet.
She clung tightly to the man above her, her voice low and as if making a vow: "Sijue, I am yours, you are mine, I will never... refuse you."
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