Chapter 103 I want to hear you say

ther person with full force.The water bead slid down her pale jawline, landing on her slender collarbone before slipping into the neckline of her shirt. The white fabric clung to her skin, now almost..."Xiao Xie, come here. Call out to Ji Shao and listen. I want to hear you call him, Ji Shao. I want you." Ji Yunheng reached out his hand and wiped the sweat from Tong Yimo's forehead with the back of his hand.

Her lips trembled, wanting to say something, yet as if suppressing herself, preventing herself from speaking.

Tong Yimo only felt like her whole body was about to faint, and she slowly began to tremble weakly.

Although her mind and body were both resisting Ji Yunheng, at this moment, she didn't even have the strength to crush an ant.

"If you don't say it now, you won't be able to ask me later!" Ji Yunheng smirked.

Tong Yimo's body was now soft and limp, she couldn't even move her fingers, let alone resist Ji Yunheng.

Ji Yunheng leaned in, bringing his face close to Tong Yimo's. His breath warmed her cheek, making the air between them thick with tension.

"At such a dangerous distance, Tong Yimo struggled to speak, her voice weak and stuttering: 'No, don't touch... me…'"

"Xiao Xie, let me see what you look like first. I wouldn't want to end up facing a dinosaur myself..."

Ji Yunheng raised his hand, just about to remove the white feather false glasses from Tong Yimo's face, when suddenly there was a "bang" sound, which made him widen his eyes and then close them again, as if he were dead. He pressed his entire body weight onto Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo's heart was suspended in mid-air, and a figure suddenly appeared in her blurred vision. The other person's face seemed both familiar and strange to her.

Suddenly, the weight on her body lifted, followed by the feeling of emptiness beneath her.

Someone carried her up from the bed.

Tong Yimo went limp in this person's embrace, her mind recalling the feeling of being held by Leng Zhujing.

Why, at this very moment, would she miss this feeling so much

Warm and safe.

Is it a daytime scene

She longed, longed for the day scene...

Day scene...

You're back, aren't you

After...

I don't want you to go on business trips anymore, okay

Can you let her have her way once

Daylight...

I miss you...

"Xiao Xie Xiao Xie! Wake up!"

After an unknown amount of time, Tong Yimo faintly felt like she had actually heard Leng Zhujing's anxious and uneasy voice.

Tong Yimo slowly raised her eyes, and a face as handsome as the daytime scene appeared in her vision.

Is it really daylight

Her husband... is back!

Tong Yimo, her eyes blurred by the flames of hunger, saw only Leng Zhulang in her heart and mind.

In the sweltering air, her skin was as white as snow, glistening with perspiration.

Tong Yimo's eyes were vacant, her mouth constantly calling out: "Husband, save me! Husband, save me! Please save me!"

Her sanity was completely eroded by the effects of the drug. She reached out with a pair of slender hands, as delicate as flower petals, and wrapped them around the neck of the man before her.

"Xiao Xie, wake up! I've called for Hua Sheng to take a look at you!" Leng Ye's voice was deep and magnetic, so pleasing to the ear that words couldn't describe it.

If Lian Huasheng hadn't dragged him to Ye Huo tonight, he wouldn't have happened to see Ji Yunheng striding confidently towards the VIP lounge of Ye Huo. He found it suspicious and followed Ji Yunheng.

Fortunately, he woke up in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Ji Yunheng definitely wouldn't let her "Xiao Xie" go just like that!

In the cold night, Leng Ye held up his sword with a furrowed brow. He lifted Tong Yimo from the big bed and carried her away. Before leaving, he kicked Ji Yunheng, who was unconscious on the side, hard.

What a jerk!

What a jerk!

Now the priority is saving "Xiao Xie", we'll send people to deal with Ji Yunteng later.

After Leng Yechen called Lian Huasheng, Lian Huasheng drove to the entrance of "Yehuo" and waited for him.

Seeing that Leng Yeshen was actually holding Little Xie in his arms, Lian Huasheng hurriedly got out of the driver's seat and opened the car door for Leng Yeshen, jokingly saying, "Cold brother, you are more direct than me!"

"Cut the crap! Get in the car!" Leng Yechen growled impatiently, scooping Tong Yimo into the car.

Lien Hua Sheng shrugged slightly and had to return to the driver's seat to drive them.

Tong Yimo's body was already burning hot, she sat on Leng Yeshen's lap, leaning against his chest, an restless little hand wandering wantonly on his chest.

Through this thin shirt, she could only feel his body was cold, with strong pectoral muscles, and it felt comfortable to the touch.

That night, she slapped him awake.

So, this time, when he faced her again, he was much calmer than before.

She is not "Man Xue," so he cannot have inappropriate thoughts about her.

Cold Night Chen once again admonished himself in his heart, he Cold Night Chen was not a scumbag, not that kind of man who loved one after another!

The woman he loves is "Man Xue"!

So, no matter how Tong Yimò's soft hands caressed him, he remained perfectly composed, a gentleman unruffled by such advances.

Tong Yi Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a layer of fine sweat beaded on the tip of her nose.

At this moment, she had completely lost her reason and couldn't even tell what she was doing.

She strained her lips, hands circling Leng Yechen's neck, long legs rubbing against him. She didn't speak, only leaned in hungrily, wanting to kiss the man before her.

Cold night sank his head to avoid her kiss, his eyes dark and unreadable. His breathing was heavier than before, his hands clasped in his lap clenched into fists unconsciously.

Tong Yimo was now weak in all limbs, her soaked back and clothes sticking uncomfortably to each other.

She's so hot...

It's so hot, it's unbearable...

Then, she stopped touching Leng Yechen's muscular body to cool herself down. Instead, she sat up straight, her eyes dazed, and began to fiddle with the white Liu Xian skirt she was wearing.

The waistband on the skirt had been loosened by Ji Yunheng long ago, so Tong Yimo was just pulling at it casually now. Her collar slipped down like snowflakes, revealing her porcelain neck, rounded shoulders, and delicate clavicle, all exposed to Leng Yechen's gaze without reservation.

As her hand reached to remove the bodice from her chest, he suddenly raised his hand and grasped hers tightly, halting her next move.

His eyes, which had always been deep and fathomless, were now subtly tinged with bloodshot veins.

In the cold night, Leng Ye's gaze was locked on Tong Yi Mo's hazy eyes, his breathing slightly heavy.

Her eyes were strikingly similar to those of "Man Xue," almost identical.

Even her body, held in his arms, felt the same as "Manxue" had.

Tong Yi Mo gazed into the eyes of the man before her, as if she saw the gentle gaze of Leng Zhulang. With a hint of ambiguity and tenderness, she asked, "Husband... do you love me"

Even though she had stopped caring about everything else, this issue remained a thorn in her heart.

15411/41884167

.thod in the notebook left by Ji Siyan.Why would she take care of a mistress's sonIf this mistress's son was killed, then there would be no problems between her and Wei.Even in Tong Yimo's mind, a wick...