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Song Jingming's body stiffened, his arm around her became a little heavier, and he asked eagerly: "Why? Didn't you already say you like me? Why are you considering whether to be with me again?"

I have to say that Song Jingming is really an idiot in love.

No matter how good he is in business, he is useless in love.

Now, he was as helpless as a puppy abandoned by his owner, leaning on Wen Ying's shoulder and asking over and over again, telling his feelings over and over again. He couldn't wait to rub her into his body.

Wen Ying felt his arm tightening and frowned: "Song Jingming, please wake up, it hurts when you let go."

"I don't, I won't let go. If I let go, you won't want me."

Song Jingming murmured, with tears in his eyes, as he went to control her and restrain her. As if she would really disappear in the next second, he didn't dare to let go, turned over and pressed her under him, and kissed her lips randomly.

All he wanted now was to have her.

Wen Ying pushed him, and he clamped her wrist, pressing her thin wrist until it almost broke. Then, dense kisses continued to fall on her lips, neck, chest... and spread.

"It hurts, let go."

"I won't let go, I can't let go. If I let go, you'll leave... You're mine, you can't leave."

Song Jingming clamped her wrists tightly and growled in her ears, then took off their clothes, regardless of whether she was ready or not, whether she was willing or not.

Song Jingming was like crazy.

This is the first time he has been so irrational. Wen Ying was a little scared, but she couldn't help but feel shudders coming from her body. She had no strength to resist, so she could only shout in a low voice: "Song Jingming, wake up... can you open your eyes and see me?"

Song Jingming's voice was very hoarse and he stopped. But he obediently raised his head and opened his eyes to look at her.

His broken hair was messy on his forehead, and his delicate facial features were extremely soft and attractive under the moonlight.

Wen Ying was stunned. His eyes looked like he had been hurt, wet and confused, with a meaning of pleading. As he blinked, a hot tear fell on his collarbone.

He was crying and she relented. Ignore the struggle and let him wreak havoc. Then she comforted him softly: "I won't leave, but you still have a lot of injuries on your body. You can't just ignore it..."

"I really won't leave, don't worry."

Song Jingming didn't believe it. He stared at her without even daring to blink. Tears quickly gathered in his eyes and rolled down again.

Her heart ached and she hurriedly coaxed: "I really won't leave. Let go first. Your arm is still injured. Please obey me, okay?"

Song Jingming then released his grip on her wrist and still looked at her with a sad face, as if he was really about to lose her.

She sighed. Today she really saw this man's morbid possessiveness. She took the initiative to reach out and touch his handsome face, hooked her neck and kissed him softly.

After being encouraged, Song Jingming came back to his senses, felt the warm and soft touch between his lips, and leaned forward to respond. As the two of them walked back and forth, their breathing gradually became heavier. Wen Ying squinted her eyes and felt that he started to move again, and couldn't help but make a pleasant sound.

Song Jingming was particularly rough and rude tonight.

A nurse walked by outside the door, and Wen Ying could only bite his shoulder and sob, trying hard to suppress his voice, tilting his head and looking at the hazy moon outside the window, gradually losing consciousness.

In a daze, she heard Song Jingming gasping and murmuring: "Wen Ying, I love you so much, I love you so much..."

The next morning, the sunlight outside the window was no longer dazzling.

Autumn has finally arrived.

Wen Ying turned over, feeling sore, painful and sticky all over. Song Jingming's soft voice came: "Would you like to wake up?"

This voice was completely different from the irrational and stern voice last night. Wen Ying felt that this man had a dual personality. Just as he was about to get up, he found himself naked under the quilt.

"Song Jingming, where are the clothes!"

Seeing her blushing and angry look, Song Jingming couldn't help but chuckle: "I've packed everything. You can wrap yourself in a towel and go take a shower. I know you must be uncomfortable."

uncomfortable? Wen Ying bit her lip and got out of bed. He quickly rushed into the bathroom and washed himself.

He turned on the hot water and closed his eyes in a daze. From the first time they met to now, the two have only known each other for less than three months...but this progress is too fast.

Is this destiny?

But Wen Ying doesn't believe in fate at all, she still believes that time will change people's hearts.

After taking a shower, Song Jingming was already waiting with a hair dryer to dry her hair. The two of them stood in front of the mirror. Song Jingming looked at the dense marks on her chest. He didn't feel guilty, but was very satisfied.

Just like a mark, once he marks it, it is his and no one can take it away.

Wen Ying looked at his burning eyes and wanted to wrap him in a bath towel. But he was dragged away by Song Jingming. Then I heard him whisper in my ear: "What are you blocking? I've already eaten it."

Wen Ying's ears suddenly turned red and she was sullen and unhappy. Only then did Song Jingming get her some clothes to put on.

He coaxed and asked: "What do you think about what I told you last night? Don't say anything about whether you want to be with me or not. We are already together. This is a fact."

Wen Ying turned around, faced him and asked softly: "Song Jingming, do you love me, or do you just want to possess me? I am not an object, I am a human being... What I want is love, not possession. "

Song Jingming frowned, looked at her serious look, took a deep breath and replied: "Wen Ying, if I treated you as an object, I would have labeled you as Song Jingming. Instead of being nice and angry Asking you, even begging you.”

Wen Ying was speechless. From her psychological point of view, this man was very problematic.

Song Jingming continued: "I, Song Jingming, have lived for 28 years, and I have never been so cautious or humble. Do I treat you like an object? Wen Ying, have you ever seen anyone whose object is more precious than the owner's life?"

Wen Ying said nothing because she was indeed enjoying this man's selfish and paranoid love. After all, she has never felt any preference from birth to now, let alone such extreme love.

But this man gave it to her without reservation.

If we say this man has a psychological problem, he is paranoid, selfish and terrifying. Then she also has a problem, she likes the paranoia and selfishness he gives, which makes her feel needed and valued.

Wen Ying raised her head and asked seriously: "Song Jingming, how long will you love me?"