"Dream on!" Jiang Ziyu snorted coldly, raising her knee and aiming for Di Mingjue's vital spot. Her knee was seized by Di Mingjue, and her movement was preemptively stopped.
His broad palm caressed her knee, sending a tingling sensation that made Jiang Ziyu very uncomfortable.
"Let me go quickly," she protested.
Though her tone was fierce, it was soft, and in Di Mingjue's ears, it carried a hint of coquettishness.
As if experiencing love for the first time, his eyes sparkled, staring intently at Jiang Ziyu's face.
To prevent Di Mingjue from discovering her identity, Jiang Ziyu had deliberately dotted her face with many black spots since the last time she faked an allergic reaction. Her entire face looked dirty and a little repulsive.
Di Mingjue's eyes were like a beauty filter, actively beautifying any flaw on her face.
Under his ardent gaze, Jiang Ziyu's eyes had nowhere to rest, darting left and right.
Di Mingjue lowered his head, kissing Jiang Ziyu's lips.
Her eyes widened like brass bells, and Jiang Ziyu stared in disbelief at the infinitely magnified face before her.
"Close your eyes!" Di Mingjue commanded.
Her thoughts had wandered far away, and at this moment, Jiang Ziyu couldn't take in anything.
Di Mingjue bit her lips as punishment, displeased that she could still be distracted beneath him.
A sharp, tingling pain shot through her lips. Jiang Ziyu's senses returned, and she saw the warning in Di Mingjue's eyes.
"Mmm~" Jiang Ziyu reached out to push Di Mingjue's chest.
Her unruly legs were held firmly, unable to move, and her hands were also grabbed by him, giving her no chance to struggle.
After struggling in vain, Jiang Ziyu surprisingly accepted the reality and stopped resisting. She decided to treat it as being bitten by a dog; she could always clean herself up afterward.
With this thought, Jiang Ziyu lay still beneath him, letting him bite her.
When she stopped resisting, Di Mingjue lost interest. He got off Jiang Ziyu and leaned back on the sofa, looking at her lips, which were red and swollen from his biting.
Jiang Ziyu glared at him fiercely, got up from the floor, her hair disheveled. She strode back to her room.
Closing the door, she looked at Qianqian on the bed. Slowing her movements, she walked past the bedside and into the adjoining bathroom.
Standing in front of the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her swollen lips showed how hard Di Mingjue had been just now. She reached out and covered them, caressing them back and forth.
Her lips felt hot, as if Di Mingjue's warmth still lingered on them. Thinking of his face, Jiang Ziyu shook her head, trying to dispel the phantom image.
She turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her mouth. The chill invaded the heat, and Jiang Ziyu felt exceptionally comfortable. She filled the bathtub with cold water and plunged her head directly into it.
It was cool and refreshing, like a rebirth. The water pressed against her breath, and when she felt herself suffocating, she lifted her head, water droplets trailing behind.
Touching her lips again, the heat was replaced by cold. Jiang Ziyu grabbed a towel from the side and placed it over her face.
In the living room, Di Mingjue touched his lips and looked up in the direction of the master bedroom.
Why did the kiss feel so familiar?
Di Mingjue felt as if he had met Jiang Ziyu before, as if they had a past relationship, and he had found that feeling of love again.
But feelings were just feelings, and they hadn't met before.
Getting up and returning to his wheelchair, Di Mingjue called Shen Lin.
It was already midnight. Shen Lin had just finished work and lay down in bed. He was drowsily asleep when the phone under his pillow vibrated, waking him up with a start. He looked at the caller ID on his phone.
Upon learning that Di Mingjue wanted him to pick him up, Shen Lin glanced at the time on the screen. Although he had some doubts, they had to accept the work assigned by their superior; they had no right to negotiate.