C1 (1/2)

The wooden skirt was carved with golden vines.

Ji An opened his eyes slightly and smelled a strong scent of lust.

She rolled over and hit the hot male body. The man behind her groaned as he reached his rough palm down her collar. He wore a black gemstone ring on his index finger.

How much did Ji An drink? I can't remember how she got into this bed.

”Let go … ”Um …”

Her fair skin was covered with kiss marks, indicating that she had been heavily loved in the first half of the night.

His sore body had no strength to resist as he groaned and melted into the man's deep breathing.

A night of debauchery.

The next day she woke up alone in the lavish bed of the presidential suite, like a crippled doll.

It hurts.

Ji An forced himself off the bed. His head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to burst.

She vaguely remembered a handsome figure walking towards her in the shadow of a flower before she passed out from drunkenness.

Black gloves, English coat with gold stripes.

Baroque's retro crucifix brooch, with a double chain through the lower left pocket.

He was like an emperor transformed by darkness, emitting an evil madness …

She accidentally bumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, treating him as if he were Gu Nan City.

Ji Anan tried to remember, but he couldn't remember his face.

So, that bastard took the opportunity to take her away and even … Possession.

Ji An saw the eye-catching red blood on the white beddress and tears of shame and indignation trickled down his face. Should she call the police?

If this matter were to spread, it would only affect her studies. What would others think of her in the future?

… ….

”An Xin, the way you walk is very weird. It can't be that you did too much last night, right?”

As soon as I got off the bus, I was teased by my friend Sana.

Ji An's body stiffened, and his countenance turned pale. Was it that obvious?

”Did I guess correctly?” Sana's face was full of shock, ”You didn't meet me at my birthday party last night. Did you really go out with a man named Make-Love?”

Ji An pursed his lips, ”Lower your voice.”

”Who?” Our department? I know him? ”You dress like a black widow who can't blossom in peach blossoms in your entire life, how could you be taken in by a man?” Sana pulled off Ji Anan's black-rimmed glasses and said, ”She's obviously a great beauty …”

”I don't know, I'm drunk …” Sana, stop messing around, return it to me! ” Even walking a few steps hurt Ji An.

”It's Beiming Ye!”

Screams could be heard as all the girls on the tree-lined path looked in one direction.

Tall French parasol trees lined up in two rows, at the end of the road a black Bentley sedan steadily came.

The heart-shaped leaves swirled in the wind.

Chi — —

Ji An snatched back his glasses and put them on his face. The sports car stopped at her feet and lowered the rear window.

Sana stared at Beiming Ye Chen with an exaggerated expression. He had stopped, and was still talking to Ji An?

”An An, hurry up and speak!” How do you know each other? ”

Ji An's face turned cold as he calmly replied, ”I don't know you.”

”You dropped something.”

Pressing an identification card against his fingertip, Beiming Ye raised his dark red lips and smiled evilly, ”You don't want it anymore?”