Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Thousands of words piled up in my throat, stretching it so much that it hurts, but I can't say a single word.

Her eyes were red, and she murmured, "Han Ting..."

Han Ting saw that the corners of her eyes were red and she looked aggrieved. He suddenly used force to push her hands apart and pressed them against the floor-to-ceiling window behind her.

His long legs pressed forward, pressing her body down in an instant.

He stared into her eyes, gloomy and angry: "Miss Shang, I'm the one who was abandoned. Why do you look like this, huh?"

Shang Aiying's back was pressed against the cold floor-to-ceiling window, and she shivered slightly. He was so close to her that her heart was pounding so hard that it almost burst out of her chest.

He struggled hard and said, "Han Ting, let's talk it over nicely!"

Han Ting suppressed his anger and said softly, "Well, go ahead."

Shang Aiying: “…”

"You, let me go first..."

"I didn't gag you."

Shang Aiying: “…”

Han Ting supported her, leaned down with his handsome face, and put it close to her cheek: "Why don't you say anything, huh?"

The scorching breath was so close that Shang Aiying's heart was beating like a pot of porridge. "Tell me, what did you say?"

"Tell me how you were so greedy for new things that you discarded me like a worn-out shoe."

Shang Aiying's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her eyes were instantly filled with tears.

He choked up and said, "I'm just getting bored with the old and wanting something new, so what? There's no rule that dating has to last forever!"

Han Ting stared into her eyes, his eyes full of gloom, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Shang is really arrogant!"

"I'm just arrogant!"

Shang Aiying straightened her neck proudly.

Han Ting looked at the rosy little face in front of him, the raised chin, and the tightly pursed lips. He just wanted to kiss her hard and crush her arrogance.

Seeing him staring at her silently, Shang Aiying straightened her neck and said, "It's late, Mr. Han, you should leave. Otherwise, my boyfriend will come over and see us and misunderstand us!"

Han Ting still felt that he was not qualified and wanted to endure it, but when he heard these words, the trapped beast in his heart roared and rushed out of the cage.

He pinched her chin with one hand and said in a frighteningly cold voice, "It's been a few days since we last met. Miss Shang has a new boyfriend?"

Shang Aiying snorted coldly: "What? You want to interfere with my new boyfriend, Mr. Han?"

Han Ting gnashed his teeth and said, "Miss Shang is so short of men? Your body is inflamed, and you can't give up on men, huh?"

When Shang Aiying heard this, tears instantly rolled down her cheeks.

"I just can't stop. I like to change one every day. Otherwise, I wouldn't have kicked Mr. Han in the first place!"

The string that Han Ting was holding broke.

"You can't stop, right? Then how about I satisfy you?"

Suddenly, his big hand pinched her chin and leaned over to kiss her.

The force was so great that in just a moment, she could feel the strong smell of blood on her lips.

He raised his foot to kick him, but his two long legs held him down tightly.

She was pressed against the huge French window, with nowhere to escape, and could only let him take whatever he wanted.

The familiar cool fragrance of pine and fir enveloped her, invading her skin bit by bit, and past memories rushed in like a tidal wave.

She seemed to fall back into deep and long memories.

The top of the snow-capped mountains, the edge of the cliffs, the deep sea world, the polar night...

The images of them hugging each other tightly surged and receded like waves, surged and receded...

She put her arms around his neck and murmured, "Han Ting, Han Ting, Han Ting..."

In the chaos, she was turned over, overlooking the bustling land below her feet, with his endless heat behind her.

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