Don't meet me in your next life.

But he actually said that...

She couldn't process what he said for a moment.

"Are you crazy, Lin Ziming? You're not drunk, are you?!" Xiang Yi stared at him with wide eyes, her face filled with shock.

She didn't understand why Lin Zimo would suddenly say something so incomprehensible.

"No... I'm not crazy, every word I said was sincere..."

"But I don't love you, Yi Yi!" Xiang Yi Yi's heart felt as if it were bleeding, and pain assailed her.

"Did you ever love me, Yi Yi...? I've always tried so hard to love you, can't you even see that?"

Xiang Yi didn't know how to answer.

Did she ever love?

Perhaps I loved him...

Those were the happiest days of her life.

Sadly, he's gone...

Thinking of what Lin Ziming said that night, and his ruthlessness and coldness.

A surge of anger welled up in Xiang Yi's heart.

"Lin Ziming, you're drunk! Let me go!" Xiang Yi said through gritted teeth.

Lin Zimo smiled, but his smile was tinged with sorrow.

"Do you really hate me that much? Do you really despise me that much?" he suddenly growled, his voice becoming unusually sharp and piercing.

“Yes!” Xiang Yi gritted her teeth and said, “If you weren’t drunk, how could you say such outrageous things!”

Lin Ziming suddenly sat up.

Xiang Yi was startled and moved back a little.

Lin Ziming's eyes grew colder and colder. He reached out and grabbed Xiang Yiyi, dragged her to the head of the bed, and slammed her onto the bed.

His movements were too fast; Xiang Yi didn't have time to dodge and was pinned down.

She pushed him away with both hands.

His body was heavy and hot, burning like fire.

His eyes were filled with desire.

His gaze seemed to want to devour her.

"Lin Ziming, let go!" Xiang Yi shouted.

But he didn't react at all.

Lin Ziming's hand slowly moved and landed on her shoulder, touching her snow-white and soft skin through the thin shirt.

"Yi Yi, do you really not like me at all?"

His voice was deep and husky, full of alluring magnetism.

His hot breath sprayed onto Xiang Yi's sensitive skin.

Xiang Yi's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

"Lin Ziming! Don't do anything rash! I'll call the police!"

Xiang Yi was extremely anxious, but a certain part of her body was gradually aroused.

The fire of hope.

Lin Zimo chuckled softly. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Call the police? Heh, Yi Yi, do you know? This hotel belongs to one of my properties. If you dare to call the police, then we'll see."

After Lin Ziming finished speaking, he raised Xiang Yiyi's hands above her head.

His movements were rough, but gentle.

Xiang Yi's body gradually went limp.

Lin Zimo easily unbuttoned her clothes, one button after another...

As her clothes were removed, her skin became increasingly translucent.

"Yi Yi, I love you, I really love you. Believe me, I truly love you, I love you..."

Lin Ziming kissed her lips.

"Yi Yi, I really love you..."

He kissed her again and again, as if making a vow.

His tongue deftly pried open her pearly teeth, exploring her mouth and tracing the outline of her sweet lips, lingering and entwining...

His unique masculine aura enveloped her.

Xiang Yi felt as if all the strength in her body was being drained away.

"Ugh..." Xiang Yi let out a muffled groan, her body trembling uncontrollably.

His movements became increasingly intense and wild, and Xiang Yi felt like she was about to suffocate.

She struggled desperately, but his large hand pressed down on her head.

He kissed her as he tore at her shirt and threw it on the ground.

His burning body pressed against her delicate skin, bringing a tingling sensation.

Xiang Yi felt restless and wanted to resist him.

But her body became increasingly limp.

His body was so hot, like a furnace.

Xiang Yi could only close her eyes tightly and endure the sensory impact he brought.

Her mind went blank, and her body gradually went limp.

Lin Ziming's breathing became increasingly labored and labored.

He traced his foot all the way down her neck, to her collarbone, and down to her full breasts...

Her slender waist was so delicate and boneless that it could be grasped in one hand.

He couldn't help but bury himself in her softness.

"Hmm..." Xiang Yi murmured softly.

His hands roamed over her body.

His breathing was heavy, lingering inch by inch inside her body.

"Yi Yi, you are so beautiful."

he murmured.

Xiang Yi's face turned so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to escape, trying to break free.

But his large hand held her firmly, preventing her from moving.

Unwilling to give up, she used all her strength to push his shoulders away.

But she was too weak and couldn't budge his body at all.

Tears streamed down Xiang Yi's face.

"Lin Ziming, wake up! Let me go!"

"No... I will never let go again, never!"

Lin Ziming continued, mumbling something indistinctly with his lips and tongue.

His lips and tongue slid down her fair and delicate back to her chest.

She felt her body was out of control, and she slumped limply on the sofa, twisting her body helplessly.

"Lin Ziming, stop right there!"

Xiang Yi was filled with shame and anger. She reached out and punched Lin Zimo's back hard, but it was as if she was hitting his back, and she couldn't exert any force at all.

"Lin Zimo! I hate you!"

Xiang Yi's eyes were obscured by a misty fog, and her vision gradually became blurred.

She felt like she was about to faint.

Lin Ziming's actions, however, did not stop.

His hand slid down her long, straight legs to her flat stomach.

His gaze was so intense it felt like it could burn through her skin.

His fingertips gently glided over her most intimate area.

Xiang Yi's breathing became rapid, and she felt as if her body was being electrocuted.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Lin Zimo, don't touch me! Otherwise, I will never forgive you!"

"Yi Yi, what did you say? I can't hear you."

Lin Ziming's voice was deep and husky, full of a unique and distinctive flavor.

His kiss landed on her fair, rounded shoulder.

Xiang Yi felt as if ten thousand ants were crawling all over her body.

Lin Ziming's lips traveled down her shoulder, kissing her delicate collarbone, and continued downwards.

His lips pressed against her body, caressing her incessantly, sending shivers down her spine.

His hand slowly slid down to the back of her knees, trying to probe her taut secret place.