She slowly opened her lips—
"I am here tonight because of Madam's idea." The wind was very strong, and her voice was trembling slightly in the cold wind, and her eyes were flickering. "If I had known from the beginning that tonight was your celebration party, I would not be here."
"So, what about Bai Tian?" Yu Zeyao narrowed his eyes, looked at her sarcastically, and asked in an aggressive tone, "Why did Bai Tian appear at the lecture site, and why did he appear in Bai Yu Palace?"
Jing Yu looked him in the eye, "It was purely coincidental that I appeared in Baiyu Palace. Your assistant Zhuang Yan knows this best. As for the speech—"
She paused for a moment before continuing, "I was dragged by Jinnian to listen to the vice president's speech. She is a loyal supporter of the vice president. And I didn't know that the new vice president was you before that."
After she finished speaking, Yu Zeyao didn't speak for a long time.
Under the blurred light and shadow, Jing Yu couldn't see clearly how ugly his expression was at the moment, but he could still feel that his eyes were as sharp as a blade. And the hand that was pinching his chin more and more heavily showed his anger at the moment.
"... You hurt me." She felt that her jaw was about to be crushed by his brutal force. She frowned, snorted, and pried his hand away.
The man's eyes were heavy, and his hand suddenly loosened from her chin. Jing Yu just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had let her go, but the next moment, her body flew into the air and was suddenly picked up by the man.
"What do you want to do?" Jing Yu lay in his arms, his hands clenched, grabbing the white shirt inside his suit.
"You'll know it in a moment." Yu Zeyao said in a heavy tone.
Kicking open the hatch, the light from inside shone out, very dazzling. Having just come out of the darkness, Jing Yu had not had time to adapt to the strong light, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly instinctively, and she subconsciously hid in his chest. Yu Zeyao felt this small movement, his eyes darkened, and the anger in his eyes eased a lot.
How nice it would be if she could always be a little woman like she is now, without those thorns on her body, and just lean on his arms.
Jing Yu raised her eyes, hoping that he would let her go, but she unexpectedly met his eyes, which were slightly soft and mixed with complicated emotions. That look was like a soft and sharp arrow, which pierced her heart and sealed her throat.
My heart is in turmoil and I am restless.
The words got stuck in my throat and I couldn't utter them.
When Jing Yu came to her senses, she found that he had carried her into the room on the cruise ship and threw her on the soft and luxurious big bed.
This time, I was completely awake.
Yu Zeyao stood by the bed, fiddling with the tie around his neck with his long fingers, his eyes burning with flames that could burn a person to ashes. From beginning to end, his eyes were fixed on her, with a strong possessive desire.
Jing Yu's heart was filled with alarm bells. She was not stupid, especially since she had almost been bullied before. She could guess what would happen next with her toes.
She took a deep breath and almost awkwardly climbed out of the bed. Her high heels had fallen off long ago, but she didn't bother to put them on at the moment. She jumped out of the bed barefoot and rushed to the door.
But before she could take a step, the man's iron-like long arm easily grabbed her waist. With another force, she was thrown back heavily onto the bed.
"Can you run away?" Yu Zeyao hooked his tie with one hand and supported himself on the bed with the other, pinning her between the bed and his chest. Jing Yu gasped for air, staring at him warily. She was like a trapped little white rabbit, staring at a big bad wolf that might pounce on her and eat her up at any time.
The light was on in the room, and she could now see the man's face clearly.
He had obviously drunk some wine and seemed to be intoxicated. At this moment, he was no longer the modest gentleman on the stage during the day, but a man with evil, domineering and strong possessiveness.
There was a strong sense of aggression in his eyes and in his breath.
Jing Yu's throat twitched, and his fingers nervously pinched the bed sheet under him, "You are drunk!"
Are you drunk
He chuckled, and his breath of alcohol sprayed on her cheeks. "A person who is really drunk will become unconscious. But now I am not only conscious, but also sober—"
He paused for a moment, then grabbed her hand with his fiery palm and pressed it down. It was as hard as a branding iron.
The burning heat in her palms was something Jingyu had never experienced before. Her fingertips trembled, and her hands froze there, she forgot to pull them back, and could only stare at him in a daze.
He sucked her snow-white and soft earlobe with his lips, and every word he said was full of seductive spring love and evil, like a demon that was pulling people's souls down inch by inch. "Jingyu, I want to make love with you. I want to make you hurt, but also make you happy; I want to be rough with you, but also want to love you more; I want to hear you beg for mercy, but also want to hear you say you love me..."
Jing Yu's shame couldn't stand his direct and erotic words. Her eyelashes trembled and a layer of mist appeared in her eyes. She bit her lip and turned her face away, trying to avoid the man's hot lips. However, her face was directly turned back by him. He looked at her with deep eyes, as deep as a whirlpool. "You can always easily mess up my heart, but you still look innocent and wronged. Do you know what the consequences of this will be?"
Jing Yu's eyes were hot, and she licked her lips, but she had no words to say in return. The man's kiss came over her madly again. She tried to hold on to her rationality and tried to avoid it, but her wrists were suddenly tied up and lifted up, and he tied her to the head of the bed with a tie.
"You...what are you doing?" Jing Yu struggled. He looked at him, then at the tie on his wrist.
The lust in Yu Zeyao's eyes did not fade at all, and he enveloped her. He pressed one hand on her wrist, and gently rubbed the tender skin under the tie with his thumb, "Don't move. The more you struggle, the tighter the knot will be."
His tone was gentle, even.
Jing Yu's thick eyelashes trembled violently. Being treated like this reminded her of the humiliating experience she had when she was plotted against by Chen Wanzhi last time. Her eyes were burning and her voice was a little weak. "Do you want to rape me? Don't forget, you are the deputy..."
Before she could finish the word 'President', a wild and lingering kiss covered her lips.
At first she was still able to struggle, but gradually, she felt that she was becoming more and more useless. Her trapped hands clenched tightly. Her body became softer and softer, so soft that it seemed like it would turn into a pool of spring water at any time.
She was unwilling to let herself fall into such depravity, and she gasped for several times and wanted to say the words to reject him, but when her rosy lips opened slightly, the sound turned into an ambiguous moan.