Liancheng Yazhi felt disgusted seeing her expression and said to Secretary Zhou, "Take her away and don't let her appear in front of me again in the future."
Secretary Zhou quickly asked the two bodyguards to take the crying girl away.
He knew that Young Master would vent out his anger. Look, this little girl did not serve him the same way Miss Rong did.
Liancheng Yazhi came down from the third floor in a fretful mood. He saw Rong Yan coming out of a shoe store, her hands full of bags, and leaving with a light step. Her encounter with him did not seem to affect her mood for shopping.
Liancheng Yazhi's eyes were full of rage, stirring the anger in him. She still could be so happy. Damn this woman.
After she took a step out of the store after buying some shoes, Rong Yan shivered as a gust of chilly air came from behind. She gathered up her clothes and her things, picking up her pace as she wanted to scurry out of the place.
But because she had walked too fast, she knocked into a boy who came face-to-face with her.
All the bags in Rong Yan's hands fell to the ground, and she almost fell too.
That boy was handsome and young, who looked to be about 17 or 18 years old. His eyes lit up when he saw Rong Yan's appearance, and he quickly helped her pick up all her things. "I'm sorry. Sister, are you okay?"
Rong Yan took her things from him. "I'm fine. Thank you."
"No need to thank me. I knocked into you first and I'm at fault. Where are you going? I'll give you a ride as an apology."
"There's no need." The young man's enthusiasm gave Rong Yan a headache. At first glance, the boy looked like those who would hit on beautiful women as soon as he saw them.
She turned to leave, but the young man followed her. "Sister, look at how heavy all your things are. I'll help you carry them."
Rong Yan suddenly turned around and took a deep breath, saying, "Little brother, you're using such a poor excuse to chat me up. I have a boyfriend, so save your breath." Rong Yan was irritated. Liancheng Yazhi might not have left yet, and it could only be her misfortune if he saw her tangled with a man.
She dashed forward and alerted a mall security guard with a few quick words. The security guard's gaze on the young man changed, and he reached out his hand to stop him.
Rong Yan then took this opportunity to escape.
Rong Yan thought that she would be fine after she had solved her problem with the young man. But little did she not know, Liangcheng Yazhi witnessed everything that happened.
Liancheng Yazhi had already recovered his calm stature. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were so deep that no one knew what he was thinking.
With him looking like that, it made Secretary Zhou more nervous.
Suddenly, Liancheng Yazhi asked, "Who's that man? He looks familiar."
Secretary Zhou quickly replied, "It seems to be Young Master Feng's cousin, Feng Nansong. He is 17 years old and is still in high school. And it seems that he and Miss Rong's sister, Rong Nuo, are in the same school."
The Young Master Feng he mentioned was Feng Nongtang. The Old Master of the Feng family was very interesting, all the names he gave his grandchildren were from historical dynasties.
Secretary Zhou thought it was interesting, so he still remembered it, but he did not expect that it was of use one day.
He glanced at Liancheng Yazhi and saw that his eyes had a cold and murderous intent, and so he quickly lowered his head in fear.
Liancheng Yazhi had a handsome face that men and women were envious of. But at that moment, he was a frightening and intimidating devil.
When Rong Yan was ready to go to bed that night, the doorbell rang. Who would come at that time of the night?
Looking through the peephole, Rong Yan was shocked to see that the person outside the door was Liancheng Yazhi.
Rong Yan was stunned. Why was he around? Was she seeing things?
Rong Yan looked again, and it was still him. He kept ringing the doorbell and seemed to want to spoil it.
Rong Yan could not think of anything else now. If she did not open the door, the noise would wake all the residents in the corridor. Hence, she quickly opened the door and adjusted her expression. The moment she saw Liancheng Yazhi, she deliberately showed a surprised look. "Mr. Liancheng, why are you here?"
Liancheng Yazhi looked at her coldly and pushed her back, going straight into the house as if it was his own home. He sat on the sofa in the small living room and then said, "Water."
When Liancheng Yazhi passed by Rong Yan, she smelled a pungent smell of wine.
But he did not look like he was drunk from the way he walked. Rong Yan clenched her fist secretly, but still poured a glass of water for him and even adjusted the temperature. "Mr. Liancheng, here's your water."
Liancheng Yazhi leaned against the sofa with his head thrown back and eyes closed. "Feed me."
Rong Yan secretly rolled her eyes. She had to bear with it. She only had to serve him a few more times.
Rong Yan sent the cup to Liancheng Yazhi's mouth and mumbled, "Okay, I'll feed you. The water temperature is just right."
Liancheng Yazhi opened his eyes and looked at her, but did not open his mouth.
Rong Yan gritted her teeth. Damn it. She had not seen him for more than a month and he was already hard to serve. Did he want to drink or not? He asked her to feed him and she had already put it in his mouth. No, wait. 'Feed…'
Rong Yan met with Liancheng Yazhi's eyes, wanting to make sure that they had the same idea of what feeding meant.
Liancheng Yazhi still did not move, but a trace of impatience appeared on his face.
"If you wanted me to feed you, why won't you bother explaining instead of making me guess?" Rong Yan did not dare to wait anymore. Standing up quickly, she took a sip of water and held on to Liancheng Yazhi's shoulders. She then lowered her head and covered his lips with hers.
Warm water flowed into his mouth from hers and for the first time, Liancheng Yazhi thought that water tasted good.
She was wearing a nightdress at home and when she bent down, her neckline opened completely, showing the area below her neck.
A thin layer of light covered Rong Yan's smooth and fair skin, making it look charming and pure that people would want to bow to it.
Liancheng Yazhi narrowed his eyes. He was drinking water but still felt thirsty, very thirsty. Every cell and every inch of his skin was so thirsty as if he would die in the next second if he did not drink water.
The small amount of water flowing into his mouth was not enough. It was far from enough. He wanted more…
Liancheng Yazhi suddenly reached out and pulled Rong Yan into his arms. Clasping the back of her head, he held her against him, trapping her body and kissing her hard.
Rong Yan gasped in pain. "Erm… It hurts… Mmh…"
Liancheng Yazhi roughly pressed against her lips and sucked hard, as if he was drinking water in big gulps. Even his aggressive breath entered Rong Yan's nose, making her unable to hide.
There was a voice in Liancheng Yazhi's heart that was saying, 'Yes, that's right. That's the taste.'
It had slightly relieved the hunger and thirst of his body at last, but it wasn't that long when the feeling came creeping back. The only difference was that it was more intense this time around.
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