After getting into trouble with a wealthy family, the scheming uncle forced him to get married step

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, raised her eyes to look at him, and asked in a low voice.

"What you drew...could it be me?"

Sang Zhi frowned.

Zhuo Yi's expression remained unchanged: "Who else could it be besides you?"

"Fu Zhixiao."

Sangzhi thought for a while and said seriously.

Zhuo Yijing's face suddenly darkened. He pinched Sang Zhi's chin and said, "Why are you talking about her now?"

"Didn't I tell you, I have nothing to do with her."

Zhuo Yijing said.

"Then it's me you drew? You...why are you so shameless? When did you peek at me taking a shower! And you actually drew it!"

Sangzhi was ashamed and annoyed.

"Moreover, you are actually caught in the Pure Heart Curse... You are really a sanctimonious beast in disguise!"

Sangzhi glared at him.

"..."

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly, and he squinted his eyes, his eyes calm and indifferent.

"secret."

Zhuo Yijing said coldly.

"The Purifying Charm has no effect on me."

Because ever since that time when Ji Yixun ran away, that charming scene couldn't be forgotten.

No amount of pure heart spells had any effect on him, but had the opposite effect.

"You don't often peek at women taking baths, do you?" Sang Zhi frowned, and the look he looked at him suddenly became a little more contemptuous, and a little... sour.

"……what are you thinking?"

Zhuo Yijing sneered and reached out to pinch her face.

"You are the only woman I have."

I thought about it.

Zhuo Yijing said.

"Didn't I tell you that I treat other women..."

Zhuo Yijing suddenly lowered his head and leaned close to her ear.

"Can't get hard."

"Don't you want to know what else I did besides painting this painting?" Zhuo Yijing gently took her earlobe in his mouth.

"..."

Sang Zhi's face turned red. She subconsciously pushed Zhuo Yijing away and covered her ears with her hands.

"How can you always blaspheme..." Sang Zhi frowned.

"I'm just cultivating here. I'm not really a monk. I'm not really quitting sex. Of course I have to vent my desires."

Zhuo Yi smiled happily.

Sang Zhi subconsciously raised her eyes to look at his slender right hand.

Hearing Zhuo Yi's teasing chuckle from above his head, Sang Zhi quickly opened his eyes: "..."

but.

Zhuo Yijing said that she was the only woman for him.

She doesn't believe it.

She is the only woman, how did Zhuo Ziyue come here?

and……

Zhuo Yijing has quite a lot of needs in that area, and he doesn't seem like someone who doesn't know how to find women.

Seeing her in a trance.

Zhuo Yijing frowned, knowing that Sang Zhi might be thinking wildly again.

He reached out and touched her face.

"Stop thinking about it."

"You are the only woman I have."

The beautiful scene back then was too shocking.

Although he used to watch erotic movies with Xing Jingnan and the others.

But he didn't seem to feel anything about that.

Especially the screen zoom.

He also felt sick.

He thought he was frigid at the time.

And he always had things to do, running around, and he also had a few brothers who were the same age as him in the Golden Triangle and had sex with women very early on.

At that time, he was focused on working on his own career and wanted to completely get rid of the shackles given to him by the old man. He had no time to find a woman.

Until that day I saw Sang Zhi outside the bathroom.

Just a glance.

He reacted.

after that.

He knew the significance of Sang Zhi to Ji Yixun, and also knew that the two of them had a good relationship. He also tried to find a lover or a bed partner.

But I haven't found one that suits my eyes.

Or.

He has never seen a woman who made him react like Sang Zhi did.

He himself felt sick and a bastard for actually having dirty thoughts about Ji Yixun's girlfriend.

Midnight dreams.

They were all scenes of men and women making love that I had seen before.

It's just that the hero and heroine are him and Sang Zhi...

that period of time.

He even tried to avoid talking to Ji Yixun on the phone.

"Could it be that Ziyue jumped out of a crack in the stone?"

Sang Zhi raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhuo Yijing with a smile on his face.

"You only have one woman, who is Ziyue's mother? If it's not Fu Zhixiao... do you have another woman?"

"..."

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly, and he suddenly lowered his head to look at her.

"What do you think?"

He held her small chin, his phoenix eyes half-squinted, his eyes deep and dark.

"..."

Sangzhi pulled her lips, looked away, and spoke in a low voice.

"I don't care if you have another woman. Anyway, when we leave Fayuan Temple later, we will really be over. Who you are good with has nothing to do with me."

Sangzhi whispered.

"It's getting late. We should go..." Sang Zhi got up from his arms.

Zhuo Yijing's eyes darkened and he sneered, but said nothing more.

……

The car was parked downstairs at Sangzhi's house.

The two of them sat in the car, and neither one spoke first.

There was a dead silence in the carriage.

after awhile.

Sangzhi said, "I...went back."

She clenched her palms and raised her eyes to look at Zhuo Yijing, her eyes a little complicated.

From now on, I really will never interact with Zhuo Yijing again.

"..." Zhuo Yijing remained silent, just looking out the window quietly.

"Zhuo Yijing."

Sangzhi whispered his name.

Zhuo Yijin's face remained unchanged and his expression was cold.

"I will leave Tangcheng soon."

Sang Zhi reached out and held his slender, white hand holding the steering wheel.

Zhuo Yi's eyebrows moved slightly.

"where to?"

Zhuo Yijing pursed her lips, her eyes deep and dark.

"Go somewhere... where you can't find me."

Sang Zhi smiled and suddenly reached out to hook Zhuo Yijing's neck, pulled him over, and raised her head to kiss his thin lips.

But Zhuo Yijing suddenly tilted his head, and Sang Zhi's soft lips fell on the side of his face.

"Since Miss Sang is leaving, why bother teasing me again. You can leave in a cool way, but I'm afraid you won't understand what others are thinking."

Zhuo Yijing pulled her hand away, his expression indifferent and distant, he pursed his lips and said in a deep voice.

"..."

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses. She pulled her lips and smiled awkwardly.

"Feel sorry."

Sang Zhi retracted his hand nonchalantly, his expression a bit ugly.

She lowered her head and slowly tightened her palms.