time-limited addiction

Zhou Lüchen arrived at Yunding in the middle of the night, turned on the light, and found Shen Jing sitting on the carpet alone, peeling oranges and eating them.

She had exquisite makeup on her face and still looked drunk. She probably didn't know what she was doing.

Her clothes were still the white silk suspenders from the party. At the moment of surprise, the wool blanket on her shoulders slipped slightly.

She peeled the orange slowly, looking up at the projection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

The man stood against the light, standing behind her. The collar of his black shirt was loose and open, and the platinum buttons stretched down to make his chest muscles swell.

Shen Jing reached out and touched Zhou Lüchen inside the glass window, and was stunned.

hallucinations.

It's impossible for him to appear. I miss him so much that I can actually see his face in the glass.

She bit into a piece of orange, finished eating, and looked at the man in the floor-to-ceiling window. "If he came to Suzhou to explain clearly that day, maybe I wouldn't be angry. I'm such an easy person to coax, and I'm so generous. Maybe I won’t argue with this noble young master.”

"He doesn't like trouble, and he doesn't want to make more detours. For the same reason, to him, I am a trouble and dispensable."

"He was clearly given the last chance, but he didn't even cherish it."

The more she talked, the more she became drunk, her eyes became moist, and she bit into the orange with tears in her eyes.

Zhou Lüchen said nothing, sitting on the sofa next to her, taking an orange from the box and peeling it for her.

Shen Jing looked at the orange in his hand. His long-jointed hands had neatly peeled skin and clean orange shreds.

"He doesn't talk to me, his eyes are cold. He doesn't want me, and I don't want him either."

Thinking that she was drunk at the moment, Zhou Lüchen ignored her nonsense.

Turning around, she lay on Zhou Luchen's lap, sobbing, and her shoulders shaking from time to time.

Zhou Lüchen handed the peeled orange to her lips.

She opened her mouth, bit in, and sucked his finger.

Zhou Lüchen's eyes flickered for a moment, he looked at the two sucked fingers and stood up.

A small hand pulled at his trousers, "Ah Chen."

The voice was soft.

Shen Jing rarely called him Ah Shen. Since she knew it was Wen Xin's special name, she would care about it and would always call him by his first name.

She can only be Seductive when she is not conscious.

"Don't leave, wash your hands." He said softly.

Shen Jing Oh.

He went to wash his hands and she was eating oranges again.

Zhou Lüchen leaned against the doorframe and wiped his hands, staring at her for a moment.

After eating the sour fruit, her whole little face instantly twisted together.

Zhou Luchen had no choice but to pick her up and let her lie in his arms. Then she rubbed against his chest. The warm feeling made her cry out, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"I saw it, I saw you hugging her." She buried her head in his arms, "I heard it all, she blamed me."

Zhou Luchen looked so calm. He had no intention of explaining or taking anything to heart. He just hugged her and let her cry.

"I don't want to share you with others." She wrapped her small hands tightly around the man's narrow waist and expressed her feelings full of grievances. She just wanted to take it for herself, "No way will work."

She was crying and sweating, and her chest was heaving.

Zhou Lu responded silently, pressing her down on the sofa and kissing her passionately, his arms tightly kneading her body so that they fit together almost seamlessly, and his fingers hooked her sling and pulled it down.

Shen Jing indulged.

She was in the palm of his hand like a peeled porcelain doll, and the smell of alcohol-reddened cheeks became even more beautiful.

kiss together.

The touch is real.

He bit her and it hurt.

Shen Jing became too familiar with his domineering behavior and realized that it was not an illusion, but the real Zhou Luchen.

She groaned and whimpered, hammering the man on top of her with her fists, trying to push him away. "Zhou...um..."

Without even cursing a word, he pinched the back of her neck and lifted it up, completely blocking her breathing and filling her with anger.

She cried harder and harder, tears overflowing.

Zhou Lüchen bit her.

No mercy.

I just like her unwillingness to make life-or-death compromises.

...

She was in so much pain that Zhou Lüchen didn't let her go until she had difficulty breathing.

As a result, she huddled in the corner of the sofa and looked embarrassed.

He frowned, "Does it hurt?"

"You are bad."

Shen Jing tried to find something to cover her naked self, but he snatched everything away.

She was angry, but in front of Zhou Lüchen, she had no lethality.

After some fighting, she sneezed.

Zhou Luchen picked up the suit from the carpet and threw it into her arms, saying coldly, "There's no point in crying. Can you escape?"

The implication was that as long as he wanted to continue to mess with her, she had no power to fight back.

She raised her hand to slap it in his face.

Zhou Lüchen's wrist was easily grasped. The more she struggled, the more Zhou Lüchen tightened his strength, but let the claw of her other hand scratch over.

His skin was fair, and a nail mark quickly left from the side of his face to his chin, with blood faintly overflowing, and the clear outline of his chin added a bit of blood-colored glamour.

Shen Jing immediately put away her hands and moved straight to the corner.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhou Lüchen let go of her completely and stared at her with his penetrating eyes. For a moment, he said dumbly, "Are you satisfied?"

She turned away and looked out the window, "You deserve it."

He said lightly in his eyes, "You want to leave me?"

Think about it, he has a constant circle of confidantes around him, and he doesn't need to ask about his past love debts. After being with her, she only wants Zhou Lüchen who belongs to her alone.

But it's hard.

Shen Jing raised her head and looked at him, "Do you have someone you love in your heart?"

Probably talking about love being a burden, Zhou Lüchen tugged at his thin lips, and the curve he raised was cold and ruthless, "What answer do you want, what answer will I give you?"

His words are naturally free and easy, with a superior calmness.

Shen Jing tightened her body and lowered her voice, "I'm really curious as to what kind of woman will be able to capture your heart in the future."

He was proud and arrogant all his life, and he was at odds with business rules and politics. All he wanted was for the benefit of the Zhou family. It would be a fantasy for him to fall into the quagmire of love and live in a dream.

It probably doesn't matter to him who Mrs. Zhou is.

Who does lust affect? ​​Whether it is the transaction of power and sex, or the greed and fun in the heart, in the end it cannot be confused with Mrs. Zhou.

"Didn't you ask me if I'm afraid of falling?"

She said calmly, "I'm afraid, very afraid, that there is a kind of person in this world that I cannot fall in love with. For example, Zhou Lvchen, who stands in a position of power and has done everything for me, has ruined the world I first established. The three-view system has completely collapsed. Spirituality, materiality, and desire are like poisonous strains buried deep inside. I want more and more, and the less I can get, the more I want. I am so greedy that I will never be satisfied. As long as I am happy, I will have whatever I want. I will not degenerate. ."

"I will soften my heart with your coaxing words, and I can't control my feelings with your casual glance. I'm afraid of the day when I choose to be your mistress outside of marriage. This is not what I want to be, and I will hate myself." ."

Zhou Lüchen had no feelings.

Desire, he can afford anything.

"No one in the world is sincere, so why are you so valuable?" Zhou Lüchen leaned over and whispered into Shen Jing's ear, breathing warmly and holding her up and down, "Huh?"