"Yi Jinli, is it that I can only follow what you want, can't have my own thoughts and care, and can't make you angry? You say you love me, but have you ever respected me Ling still said.
He stopped and looked up at her. In his eyes, it seemed that all the emotions had disappeared. After a long time, he finally said, "do you want me to respect you?"
Cold voice, ring in the room, with a cold feeling.
She laughed at herself. "I said stupid things. If you really respect me, you won't lock me up here."
"I can respect you, I can satisfy everything you say, I will do anything for you, as long as you can love me, don't think about other men any more." He murmured.
For him, to be able to say such words is to put himself in a humble position.
But Ling is still just a light way, "you respect my premise, just want me to love you, and if I don't love you, you have to control my will, like, think and think, right?"
His thin lips closed into a straight line and his eyes were heavy.
And she, in the face of his eyes, there is no timidity and retreat, or... She has withdrawn enough, no longer want to retreat, "Yi Jinli, if your respect is just like this, then such respect, I do not need."
"Is it? You don't have to. " In a low voice, he picked her up and walked towards the bedside.
She struggled. "What are you going to do?"
"You don't mean you don't need my respect, so I don't have to respect you, do you?" As he spoke, he threw her directly on the bed, his slender fingers tearing open his own collar.
His expression is light, even his tone, is also light, but his behavior, but let her have a feeling of fear, she was just brought here that night, he almost wanted her in this room!
And now...
she almost instinctively struggles to get up, trying to get out of the bed.
But before her feet touched the ground, his arm once again put her on her waist, and then pressed her heavily on the bed. "It seems that I have always respected you so much that you don't know what is disrespect at all."
He said, and he put his lips on her lips, almost suffocating, as if to devour her.
Even though Ling was still struggling, it was no use at all.
And when she tried to bite it, he felt as if he felt it, and his fingers caught her jaw and cheek sides.
Suddenly, her jaw bone simply can't move, she can only passively bear his kiss.
Her struggle and resistance, completely suppressed by him, that kind of absolute strength, let her fear.
When his kiss is more and more down, her body can hardly control the trembling, and tears, so inadvertently gush out.
A drop of tears, along her cheek, flow down, also let his lips, taste the salty taste.
His action suddenly a meal, slowly propped up the body, only to see her face, has been full of tears, and that slender body, in the constant shaking.