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"I don't like forcing others to do this kind of thing."
He hugged Chu Zhiyi tightly, his lips planting numerous kisses around her ear.
"But Zhizhi, you must know that we will have to do this sooner or later."
Chu Zhiyi's eyes reddened, as she wanted to say something, yet she was again deeply kissed by him.
His kiss was like a sudden rainstorm, displaying a possessiveness that was more intense than any of his previous kisses.
Chu Zhiyi uncontrollably got lost in it as if she were a small boat clinging to a rocky shore.
His eyes deep as the ocean surged with desire, as intense as the waves, and when he heard Chu Zhiyi's stifled sobs, he finally let her go and adjusted her clothes for her.
He held her close, calming her for a long time.
"Zhizhi."
"My patience is not that good."
After she fell into a panic-stricken sleep, Yan Jingting left the bedroom and headed towards a room at the end of the corridor that outsiders never entered.