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He was vaguely angry. When he received her call, he was in a meeting and she said she wasn't feeling well. He left a room full of executives behind, pushed aside a social event and two important meetings, and hurried home. He had waited for her in the empty house for seven hours, and she had come back drunk and confident.

"Let go, you …" Before she could finish her words, her entire voice was sealed in his mouth. He kissed deeply, no, not so much a kiss as a tyrannical punishment, with a surge of anger. He was a lofty existence that no one could defy.

The strong smell of alcohol on her body angered him even more. The strength of his grip on her wrist was very strong, and she wanted nothing more than to crush her slender wrist into pieces. Zhan Yan was in so much pain that she was struggling stubbornly in his chest, but he was still the same as before, wantonly licking her lips.

Zhan Yan shut her eyes tightly, steeled her heart, and bit the tip of his tongue tightly. The sweet and fishy blood on his lips dispersed outwards, and she heard him groan as she forcefully pushed her away.

Zhan Yan laughed coldly, her laughter trembling in the tranquil space. She licked the blood on her lips, the stench of blood mixed with a hint of bitterness.

And he seemed to be really pissed off at her, his hand gripping her chin. He lowered his head and looked at her deeply. In the darkness of the night, his pitch-black pupils could not see the bottom as they surged with surging waves.

"It's still a fangs and claws little wild cat, not bad." His suppressed voice was filled with amusement as his cold gaze lingered on her heaving chest.

Zhan Yan started to regret wearing the dress today.

Zhan Yan gasped for breath in pain, her forehead was covered with beads of perspiration, as tears fell from her eyes, "Ji Weiyang, you bastard …" Her voice was shaky and her fingertips dug into his shoulder.

He smiled sinisterly. "You call me a bastard, so I should be worthy of that title."

As he spoke, he became even more serious.

The wind rushed in through the wide open window and lifted the curtains, giving off a ghostly air in the darkness. The wind was cold, yet his heavy body carried a boiling hot temperature. Zhan Yan suffered painfully between ice and fire.

From beginning to end, she had always been resisting. Her cries of despair were like a dull knife slicing through his heart. In this sort of situation, it was simply impossible for her to enjoy herself to the fullest. Ji Weiyang let her go angrily. He got off his bed and slammed the door.

Zhan Yan crawled up while trembling, and used a blanket to wrap her body to lean against the headboard. She closed her eyes tightly, and tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes.

In his memory, every quarrel ended in bed without exception. However, this would not solve any of the substantive problems. It would only cause the pain to repeat itself over and over again.