One Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety-Three Concern (II)

Zhao Chuning tilted his head and rested it on his arm.

Tang Yi was a little distracted while driving. His eyes unconsciously fell on the drunken face of the woman next to him. The light and shadow passed over her face, her eyelashes fluttered gently, and the falling light and shadow were fine and broken, like feathers on his heart, which made him feel a little itchy.

He looked at her, sometimes it was her, sometimes it was Xiao Yimi, sometimes it was Cheng Zheng's figure passing by, his expression was complicated, and his eyes gradually showed a bit of loneliness.

A year after they broke up, she had a child with Cheng Zheng? How much does she love Cheng Zheng that she is willing to be a single mother and give birth to the child? If you really love her that much, why haven't you let him recognize your child yet?

All questions have no answers. The more I thought about it, the more strange it became.

His eyes moved away from her face and fell on the road ahead. He didn't look at her anymore and just let her rest on his arm.

He took his cell phone and called her. He only said that her mother had settled in his place and coaxed Xiao Yimi to sleep.

After hanging up the phone, thinking of the sweet voice of the child made me feel even more lonely.

When the car drove to the Burj Al Arab Hotel, he handed the car keys to the doorman and got out of the car with her in his arms. She fell asleep without waking up, and was carried directly into the hotel room by him.

She drank too much and smelled too much of alcohol. Tang Yi had a slight mysophobia and couldn't stand the smell, so he threw her into the bathtub and started to take off her clothes.

During the torment, Zhao Chuning woke up.

Drunk and hazy. But she still knew what Tang Yi's hands were doing on her body.

Annoyed, she saved her shirt.

"Rogue..." She cursed, holding on to the buttons on her shirt with one hand and pushing his hand with the other.

That coquettish and drunken look is really cute and alluring. Tang Yi was scolded and rejected without any temper at all. With a rare smile still hanging on his lips, he just said to her: "Let go."

She didn't listen, took a breath, and stood up from the bathtub. However, she was too drunk and the bathtub was slippery. She stood up suddenly, lost her footing, and fell straight back. She was so frightened that her face turned pale, her hands fluttered in the air randomly, and she grabbed Tang Yi's arm with one hand, as if she had grabbed a savior, and she would not loosen her grip. As a result, not only did he lose his footing, Tang Yi's tall body also fell into the bathtub with a bang.

She fell into the water,

Tang Yi rushed forward and pressed his whole body on top of her.

Maybe it was the hot water, or maybe it was the effect of the alcohol, but her face turned red, as charming as a rose that could drip water. However, at this moment, the back of the head was hit so hard that he almost suffered a concussion.

Her little face scrunched up into a ball, and she subconsciously covered her back with her hands. The next moment, Tang Yi had pulled her up from the water, and the two of them were sitting face to face in the bathtub. His big palm replaced hers and covered the back of the head that had been knocked out.

"It hurts..." Zhao Chuning groaned and grabbed his hand.

Tang Yi grabbed her, pressed her wet little face on his shoulder, and started rubbing the back of her head without using any force. She gasped in pain, it seemed that his movements had the effect of relieving the pain, and after a while, she became quieter again.

Tang Yi said with a cold face, "You don't know how to behave when you are drunk."

Zhao Chuning buried her face on his shoulder and didn't say a word for a long time. She just let him rub her in silence, as if enjoying the feeling, and Tang Yi also calmed down.

He couldn't tell what it felt like to be in such an atmosphere, but it made people feel at ease and a little obsessed with him.

Zhao Chuning's hands tugged at his wet shirt, her fingers tightening inch by inch, "Tang Yi, what's wrong with you? Why are you hospitalized?"

Tang Yi raised the corners of his lips when he heard her ask this question again. He grabbed the back of her head, pulled her off his shoulders, raised her chin, and asked her to look at him with misty eyes, "Are you worried about me?"

"Is it heavy or not?" Zhao Chuning did not reply directly, but just asked again. She felt that what Mr. Liu said was probably false. He did look a little weaker, but it was not serious enough that Mr. Liu said he needed consultation from all the experts and professors in the city. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here at this moment. He must have been lying down in the hospital.

"Do I look like I'm seriously ill?"

She shook her head, "It's not like that. But..."

Her hands touched him twice and fell on his chest. She looked up at him with hazy eyes, "Tang Yi, you have lost weight."

Tang Yi was shocked, and his eyes locked on hers tightened.

"Then let me see if I am sick or not." Evil words murmured out. The next moment, he suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips. With her lips suddenly blocked, it was hard for her to breathe. She struggled for a while, but failed to break away. Instead, he took the opportunity to kiss her deeper and harder.

She was drunk and confused, but now she was so deprived of oxygen by the kiss that she couldn't think about anything carefully. She only knew that his kiss gradually made her feel comfortable.

Slowly, the body becomes softer and softer.

She made a sound, opened her lips and teeth, and he probed in, hooking her tongue to entangle with his. Her body was so soft that she could hardly hold on. Tang Yi picked her up with one hand and leaned against the edge of the bathtub. His big palm fell on her waist and rubbed her ambiguously.

She couldn't bear it anymore and arched her body forward. Tang Yi breathed much heavier. He couldn't stand her charming look when he saw her in the restaurant before, and now her appearance made his body ache even more.

Unable to bear it anymore, he simply fished her out of the bathtub. Both men were soaked. He held her hips and carried her to the shower. The hot water rushed down from the top of her head, and she let out an uncomfortable 'um' before he took her lips into his and kissed her passionately.

Tang Yi's body was already stretched to the extreme.

Zhao Chuning seemed to be in a dream, as if he were stepping on clouds, unable to think about anything. All he knew was that the person was hanging on Tang Yi's body, his body was separated, and then, it was violently occupied by a large-sized hot object.

The moment he entered, although she was not conscious enough, her body seemed to still clearly remember the last time he was violently assaulted by him. Her body tensed up and she stepped back.

Tang Yi pressed her hips and pulled her back. She opened her eyelids and moaned in a crying voice, "It hurts, please don't come in..."

"Already come in." Tang Yi's voice was hoarse. Panting, he pressed her against the wall, coaxing softly in a low voice, "Be good, I won't hurt you..."

Zhao Chuning was in a daze.

She looked at the man in front of her, as if she had returned to a long time ago. On their first time, he coaxed her like he did now. As she thought about it, her eyes became a little blurry.

Tang Yi looked at her in front of him, watching the ups and downs of emotions on her face, and his heartstrings seemed to be shaken by something. There was a rare tenderness on her face, and the movements that invaded her body unconsciously slowed down and became much gentler.

Her originally tense body also relaxed.