Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (58)
It was nearly broken, she hissed a cool breath and stared at him.
Ji Yongchuan was expressionless, a dark chill flowing through his eyes.
“What, not afraid of ghosts? You dare go out when you see the things out there?”
Bai Weiwei: “……”
No mouth, no hand.
How to make up an exc…… No, how to explain it.
Ji Yongchuan saw her tight face, and suddenly smiled coldly, “In order to escape, you lied to me again, and also risked being devoured by ghosts. Seems for you, staying with me is a life no better than death.”
Bai Weiwei: It really is a life no better than death, but if I don’t stay there won’t even be a life, just death.
He saw her panicked appearance, with no explanation, and evil spirit qi swelled in his eyes.
The room’s temperature dropped sharply.
Bai Weiwei’s heart was anxious, without an explanation, she’d be seen as shameless.
Ji Yongchuan was about to show a ghostly visage to intimidate her.
Except, he found she had raised her head and sealed his lips with a kiss.
The soft warmth, the fragrance of the living person on her body, it was enough to drive him insane.
Ji Yongchuan couldn’t help but hold her more tightly, she hummed, a flash of discomfort in her clear eyes.
But she ignored it and kissed him harder.
Strongly and unflinchingly, her lips pressed against his lips, wantonly grinding.
Like this, she could convey her heart to him.
The kiss was growing out of control. Ji Yongchuan’s body went rigid at the start, but he forced himself to resist.
He clenched his teeth and refused to let the tip of her tongue break in.
Even so, Bai Weiwei was fearless, her enthusiasm that had nowhere else to be vented all hit Ji Yongchuan’s form.
She was bold and immature, innocent yet demonic.
It could drive any creature into maddening love for her.
Ji Yongchuan’s lips were trembling, he didn’t want her to succeed, didn’t want to admit to himself that his heart still throbbed for his betrayer.
She raised her head and fought for her life.
Although he didn’t retreat to avoid her, he refused to let her go further.
Bai Weiwei was like a powerful and exceptionally domineering CEO.
Ji Yongchuan was like a wanting to refuse, yet still welcoming, pitiable forced girl1.
Ji Yongchuan suddenly turned away. His long hair was scattered, and his snow-white complexion finally revealed some bloody color, but it was from anger.
“Do you still dream of manipulating me with this? Don’t know shame.”
Bai Weiwei stilled, her eyes brimming with hurt and despair.
She opened her mouth, but she couldn’t speak, couldn’t speak out about her pitiful grievances.
Ji Yongchuan lost himself a bit, his heart almost softened for her.
However, his expression didn’t reveal it even a half point.
He was full of resentment with no place to vent. He could only imprison and torture her, to get a sliver of peace of mind.
He thought those words would quiet her down.
Yet, without waiting for him to run, Bai Weiwei stared at him stubbornly, and fiercely kissed him again.
The two people’s foreheads knocked into each other and made a dull noise.
Bai Weiwei felt she was about to be bludgeoned into mental disability.
Ji Yongchuan didn’t respond to pain, his first reaction was to cover the place she was hit with his hand.
She limped back to the sofa with aggrieved tears in her eyes.
She accused him viciously with her eyes, though she didn’t speak, she must have scolded him in her heart.
Ji Yongchuan pressed his lips, his handsome face tensed, he said coldly: “It’s no use, you’ve already stripped yourself bare in front of me, I won’t be deceived twice.”
Having said that, he realized that his hand was still on her forehead.
Using the coolness of his fingers to gently caress her pain away.
1: You guys know about the tyrannical company president novels, right? These lines are referencing those.↩