After being plotted against by my best friend, I got into trouble with the domineering president

Wen Qing was confused as to what happened, but her inner emotions could not be suppressed. Lu Qian's warm lips and blurred eyes made her deeply intoxicated.

She stands on the highest moral point and condemns herself deep in her heart, but in fact she is completely unable to resist the temptation of the body.

Everything happened so suddenly that she had no time to think, let alone prepare, so she had no choice but to let her body control this body.

She let Lu Qian's big hands roam around her body, and all these feelings made her sink and make her lose herself.

After a long time, the violent storm outside finally stopped, but the violent storm inside the house continued. Lu Qian hugged Wen Qing tightly, her mood was as complicated as a mess.

Anya, the existence that had shone like white moonlight in Lu Qian's heart for many years, now became the pain deep in his heart. He once loved her deeply, and that innocent emotion surged in his heart like a storm, but now it seemed that it was so unbearable. So what does everything he does now count?

Betrayal of Anya? Or is it that you can’t let go of yourself? He is so contradictory, with the deep love deep in his heart on the one hand, and the fascination and impulse on the person in front of him on the other.

Lu Qian's eyes were full of struggle and hesitation, as if every action and every word needed to be carefully considered. They were silent to each other, only the sound of their heartbeats echoed in the room.

Lu Qian's eyes were flashing with complicated emotions. He looked at Wen Qing and he really couldn't let her go. Every time I think about having nothing to do with Wen Qing in the future and returning her to the sea of ​​people, my heart aches.

He didn't know how he should face this feeling, nor how to choose. The violent storm outside has stopped, but their hearts are still swaying in the wind and rain. They need time to sort out their thoughts and face their hearts. Only in this way can they find their own answers and find true happiness.

The warmth at this time was lying in Lu Qian's strong arms, and her mood was extremely complicated. Have you become a mistress? Who does he think he is in Lu Qian's heart? A plaything that's always available to go to bed with him? Or is he still not sure of his own position?

Wen Qing deeply understood that the throbbing at that moment, the real and strong emotion, could not be denied. The outburst of love is like a volcanic eruption, hot and real, and cannot be ignored.

She couldn't deceive herself, nor could she ignore the existence of this feeling. She needs to face her heart, accept this feeling, understand this feeling, and cherish this feeling.

However, love, this mysterious and powerful force, is like a poison that eats the heart and soul. It can make people indulge in it, forget themselves, forget the world, and forget all pain and troubles. It can make people crazy, obsessed, and desperate. But at the same time, it may also make people crazy, extreme, and the kind of person they once most despised and hated.

Wen Qing couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and worry. She was afraid that she would lose herself in this love, and that she would become the person she once hated most. However, she couldn't resist the temptation of this feeling. She needs to face this possible outcome and accept this possible self. She needs to love bravely, experience the sweetness and pain of this love, and face this possible outcome. Because this is love, this is life, this is her choice.

With so many thoughts on her mind, her tears fell silently on Lu Qian's arm like broken pearls. The weak water droplets shone faintly in the sunlight, just like her inner emotions flowing quietly in the silence.

Lu Qian gently tightened his hold on her arm, as if he wanted to integrate her into his life. His eyes were as deep as the sea, full of endless tenderness and longing. He lowered his head and kissed her hair gently, his voice low and sincere: "Qingqing, please don't leave me, okay? I really need you."

His voice echoed in the air, like melodious piano music, gentle and affectionate. His eyes were full of dependence and reluctance on her, as if there was no one more important than her in the world.

Wen Qing could clearly feel his heartbeat, as firm and powerful as a drumbeat. It was his promise to her and his expectation for the future. She nodded slightly, her tears shining brightly in the sunlight. She knew that she couldn't leave him because she had already fallen deeply in love with him. His presence has become a part of her life that cannot be let go. If possible, she would really be willing to accompany him through every spring, summer, autumn and winter, and share the joys, sorrows and joys of life with him.

So, they hugged each other tightly, as if time stopped flowing at this moment.

After a moment of silence, Wen Qing was brought back to reality by reason and shame. Her voice was calm and determined: "What is my status in your heart? Who am I? The existence of your fiancée, Miss An, is in your heart. What position does it occupy? Have you thought deeply about these issues? We cannot ignore the feelings of others for the sake of our own feelings." A faint melancholy flashed in her eyes.

Lu Qian's silence made her feel very disappointed, but she just loved him miserably.

I was so upset that I was swallowed up by my body again, struggling in the mire, unable to escape.