The green camphor tree has a deep view

His kiss quickly moved away from her lips, and he immediately explored new territories, such as her jaw, earlobes, and neck...

The dense kisses fell like a rainstorm, and Wen Qing felt like a drowning person, unable to breathe. She tried to piece together her fragmented consciousness, repeating two words intermittently: "Don't..."

The man ignored her and just kept chewing like an insatiable beast. Wen Qing felt like a piece of cotton cloth that had been rubbed and crushed by him until it was no longer in shape.

While she was able to catch her breath, she begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Alright... Jing Long is still waiting in the car..."

"Let him wait," Song Jingshen carried her to the big bed, took off his shirt in a few seconds, and took out a safety measure from the bedside table. "Let him come back when you're done."

Wen Qing looked at him in surprise, with surprise and fear in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Song Jingshen leaned over and kissed her eyes, his breathing hot and heavy, "The first time I saw you step into this room, I was thinking about how to have sex with you."

"No... I won't..." Wen Qing pushed his chest, "You said you wouldn't force me..."

"I broke my promise." Song Jingshen remained calm, lifted her clothes and buried his head in her chest.

Wen Qing screamed, and then made a humming sound that was unfamiliar to her. She managed to stay awake: "You...if you mess around again, I will call the police!"

The man paused, raised his head from her chest, and looked at her with a teasing look in his eyes: "Call the police?" He said it as if it was a joke, "You want to sue me?"

"Even if I can't afford the lawsuit, I can still find your second aunt. She will definitely not let you go!"

The man raised an eyebrow. "You're smart, but you don't have enough experience. You can't tell me this in advance. It'll be useless if you tell me."

"Also, you have to be confident when threatening people. Come, I'll teach you." He moved his big hand to her lower abdomen, and the calloused palms scratched her skin, making her feel numb and tingling, as if a string of small sparks were ignited.

“Use harder here and try to make you scream.” The man laughed softly and watched her expression while kneading her. Seeing that she bit her lips and closed her eyes and refused to say a word, he turned the base of his big palm and moved it downwards again.

"No!" Wen Qing opened her eyes suddenly and tried to struggle but was held down. She watched him covering her.

"You hooligan! Criminal!" She couldn't bear it any longer and hit his shoulders while crying.

"Stop it!" He grabbed her wrist with one hand, put it on top of her head, and put his other hand deep into her skirt, his breathing getting hotter and hotter, "Follow me, I won't let you regret it."

"Please, let me go..." Wen Qing's tears flowed like a broken string, and the wound on her knee was pulled while struggling, "It hurts..."

"Don't move your right leg," he held her right knee, his eyes full of regret, "Follow me, and this won't happen again."

"No... I'm not a mistress. I'm not my aunt." Wen Qing cried even harder.

"You are not." Song Jingshen looked into her eyes and brushed away the wet hair on her cheek.

"Why not? You have a fiancée, a female star, a model... why are you still messing with me!"

"I didn't expect you to have this hobby. You were eavesdropping in the hospital?" Song Jingshen smiled. "Does eavesdropping count? Why don't you listen to me?"

"Who was eavesdropping?" Wen Qing's face flushed, but she quickly became confident, "They were so loud in a public place."

Song Jingshen smiled: "You can also make a loud noise, just like before." He buried his head in her chest and ravaged her again, causing her to moan...

Just then, the doorbell rang, accompanied by rapid knocks on the door.

Wen Qing suddenly opened her eyes wide and pushed his shoulder hard: "It's Jing Long, Jing Long is here to find me!"

The man paused, stood up and looked towards the door, his face full of interrupted frustration.

Wen Qing hurriedly got out of bed, put on her clothes in a hurry, and smoothed the hair by her ears as she walked out.

"Sister is here." She opened the door, bent down slightly, and thought about Jing Long rushing over to hug him.

But what caught my eye was a pair of women's feet.

The feet were slender and white, wearing dark hollow high heels and crystal clear stockings, very delicate.

"Who are you?" the man asked curiously.

Wen Qing was stunned, and slowly stood up. A strange face appeared in front of her. The face was quite eye-catching, with a straight nose, bright eyebrows and eyes, and a heroic air in her beauty.

Seeing Wen Qing didn't say anything, the man became even more curious: "Are you his girlfriend?"

"No! No." Wen Qing shook her head to deny it and let the person in.

"Not his girlfriend? No way, he's not the kind of guy who hires prostitutes." The woman muttered as she looked at Wen Qing, her eyes scanning her face repeatedly. Wen Qing lowered her head and dodged, wishing she could find a place to hide.

"Why hire a prostitute! You're a girl, stop talking nonsense." Song Jingshen walked out of the guest bedroom, his upper body naked and his lower body wearing suit trousers - the same pair he wore at the funeral.

When Wen Qing saw the pants, she suddenly realized how outrageous their behavior was. Her face turned red and she walked past him and hid in the guest bedroom.

"What's wrong with a girl? Can't you tell the truth?" The woman sat down on the sofa and smiled at Song Jingshen, "Why do you look so grumpy? Didn't you sleep well? It shouldn't be like this. You kissed her like that..."

"Shut up!" Song Jingshen shouted, turning his head to glance at the man in the room, but the man gently closed the door.

He frowned and patiently asked the visitor, "Why did you come to me? Have you returned to the mansion?"

"I didn't even make it to the funeral, so why go to the mansion? I just went to the cemetery, gave grandma a bunch of flowers, and talked for a while... Now there's nowhere else to go except your place."

"Are you still leaving?"

"We'll talk later." The woman crossed her legs and changed to a comfortable sitting position. "It's not easy for me to come back, I have to meet someone on the way. We'll talk after we meet."

"Meet Gu Huaiyuan? I advise you to forget it." Song Jingshen casually pulled out a T-shirt from the sofa and put it on.

The woman looked at him and laughed: "When did you become so careless? You wear your clothes after they have been washed? You really should have a woman to take care of you! However, it is hard for Gu Jia to take care of you..."

"What Gu Jia!" Song Jingshen glared at her, feeling a little worried, and looked towards the guest bedroom.

The door opened, and a large black suitcase was pushed out, followed by Wen Qing, who was limping. She was already dressed, her face washed, and her hair was neatly tied, but the redness and swelling on her face were hard to go away.

Seeing the two people on the sofa looking at her at the same time, Wen Qing felt a little embarrassed. After a long while, she managed to squeeze out the words "I'm leaving" and pushed her suitcase towards the door.

Her walking posture caught the woman's attention. "Oh my god, you're too strong. You broke someone's leg?" The woman covered her mouth with her eyes wide open.

Song Jingshen ignored her, got up and chased to the door, and whispered: "She is my sister, don't get me wrong."

"There's nothing to misunderstand." Wen Qing grabbed the door handle and just wanted to leave quickly. "Just don't misunderstand her."

Song Jingshen laughed: "What is there for her to misunderstand?"

Yes, we are not from the same circle, so I was just watching a joke, there is no misunderstanding at all.

Wen Qing thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing to misunderstand. Let's just pretend that what happened today never happened. I won't take it seriously, and you should... stop making trouble."

"You don't care?" Song Jingshen laughed out of anger, "Who said that he promised me..."

"I just wanted to end it all." Wen Qing lowered her head and wiped her eyes, and said softly, "I was wrong. I can't do such a roundabout thing, I really can't do it... Now that Madam Song has passed away, my aunt has nothing to do with the Song family, and you and I will never have any intersection again... Let's go our separate ways, okay?" When she said the last part, Wen Qing was almost begging him humbly.

Song Jingshen stared at her, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, followed by confusion: "You have no feelings for me?"

Wen Qing turned her head away, turned the doorknob and was about to go out.

Song Jingshen stopped her: "You obviously have feelings, why don't you admit it?"

"No!" Wen Qing turned around and looked at him, her eyes clear. "Maybe some women like to play it safe, but I'm not one of them. Also, don't take forcing as fun, I find it disgusting!"