Forty-Two: The Love Buried by Time (Forty-Two)

She slowly opened her lips——

"It's entirely Madam's wish that I will appear here tonight." The wind was strong, and her voice trembled slightly in the cold wind, and her eyes flickered, "If I had known from the beginning that tonight was your celebration party, I won't be here either."

"So, what about during the day?" Yu Zeyao narrowed his eyes and looked at her sarcastically, with an aggressive tone, "Why did you appear at the speech during the day, and why did you appear in the White Feather Palace?"

Jing Yu looked into his eyes and said, "It is a complete coincidence that you will appear 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. But I didn't know that the newly appointed Vice President was you before that."

After she finished speaking, Yu Zeyao didn't speak for a long time.

Under the blurry light and shadow, Jing Yu couldn't clearly see how ugly his expression was at the moment, but he could still feel that his eyes were as sharp as sharp knives. There was also a hand that was holding his chin more and more heavily, showing his anger at the moment.

"...You're hurting me." She felt that her jaw was about to be crushed by him cruelly, she frowned, grunted, and pried off his hand.

The man's eyes were heavy and his hand suddenly released from her chin. Jing Yu just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had let him go, but in the next moment, his body flew into the air and he was suddenly hugged by the man.

"What do you want to do?" Jingyu lay in his arms, flexing his hands tightly and grabbing the white shirt under his suit.

"You will know later." Yu Zeyao said in a rough tone.

Kick open the hatch, and the light inside comes out, which is very dazzling. Just coming out of the darkness, before Jing Yu had time to adapt to the strong light, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly instinctively, and she subconsciously hid on his chest. Yu Zeyao felt this small movement, his eyes darkened, and the anger in his eyes softened a little.

It would be great if she could always be as small a woman as she is now, without those thorns on her body, just relying on his arms.

Jing Yu originally raised his eyes to make him let go of him, but unexpectedly, he saw his slightly soft eyes mixed with a touch of complicated emotions. That look was like a soft and sharp arrow that shot through her heart and sealed her throat.

My heart is in turmoil.

The words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't say them out.

When Jing Yu came back to his senses,

Only then did she realize that he had carried her into a room on the cruise ship. Her whole body was thrown onto the soft and luxurious bed.

This time, I was completely awake.

Yu Zeyao stood beside the bed, twirling the tie around his neck with his long fingers, his eyes burning with fire that could burn people to ashes. From the beginning to the end, his eyes were fixed on her. With a strong possessiveness.

Jing Yu's heart was ringing with alarms. She was not stupid, especially since she had been almost bullied before. She could imagine what would happen next with her toes.

She took a deep breath and climbed out of bed almost in embarrassment. The high heels on her feet had already fallen off, but she didn't care to put them on at the moment. She jumped out of bed with bare feet and rushed to the door.

However, before she even took a step, the man's iron-like long arms easily touched her waist. With another force, she was thrown back to the bed heavily again.

"Can you run away?" Yu Zeyao hooked off his tie with one hand and supported her on the bed with the other, fixing her between the bed and his chest. Jing Yu gasped for air and stared at him warily. Like a trapped little white rabbit, staring at a big bad wolf that might pounce on her at any time and eat her up.

The light was on in the room, and now she could clearly see the man's face.

He obviously drank some wine and seemed drunk but not drunk. The man who was covering her body at this moment was no longer the modest gentleman he was on stage during the day, but a man who was evil, domineering and possessive.

There was strong aggression in his eyes and breathing.

Jingyu's throat rolled, and his fingers nervously pinched the sheets underneath him, "You're drunk!"

Are you drunk?

He laughed loudly, and the alcohol-scented breath sprayed on her cheeks, "A truly drunk person will become unconscious. But now I am not only conscious, but also very awake-"

He paused for a moment when he said this, then grabbed her hand with his fiery palm and pressed it down. It's as hard as a soldering iron there.

The scalding heat in the palm of her hand was something Jing Yu had never experienced before. Her fingertips were trembling, her hand was so stiff that she forgot to pull it back, and she could only look at him in confusion.

He sucked her snow-white soft earlobe with his lips, and every word he spoke was filled with seductive love and evil, like a demon pulling a person's soul downward inch by inch, "Jing Yu, I I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel hurt, and I want to make you happy; I want to be rough with you, but I want to love you more; I want to hear you beg for mercy, and I want to hear you say you love me... …”

Jing Yu's shame couldn't bear his direct and erotic words, his eyelashes trembled, and a hazy mist appeared in his eyes. She bit her lip and turned her face away, trying to avoid the man's hot lips. However, his face was turned back by him, and he looked at her with deep eyes, as deep as a whirlpool, "You can always mess up my heart easily, but you still look innocent and aggrieved. , do you know what the consequences of this will be?”

Jing Yu's eyes were hot and he licked his lips, but in the end he had no words to reply. The man's kiss came again crazily. She held on to some sense and tried to avoid it, but her wrists were suddenly tied and raised high, and he tied him to the head of the bed with a tie.

"You...what are you doing?" Jing Yu struggled. She looked at him, then at the tie on her wrist.

The desire 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 soft skin under the tie with his thumb, "Don't move, the more you struggle, the tighter the knot will be."

His tone was even gentle.

Jing Yu's thick eyelashes trembled violently. Being treated like this reminded her of the humiliating experience after being plotted against by Chen Wanzhi last time. Her eyes were hot, and her voice was a little weak, "Do you want to rape me? Don't forget, you are the vice..."

Before she finished the word "president", a arrogant and lingering kiss covered her lips.

At first she could still struggle, but gradually, she felt that she was becoming more and more useless. Her trapped hands clenched. But her body became softer and softer, as soft as if 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.