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Lin Shan stared at the door panel, gritting her teeth in anger, and could only leave dejectedly in her high heels.

Hearing Lin Shan leave, Song Qianyi breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her waist from behind.

It's Ji Jingshen.

He stood up at some point, his chest pressed tightly against Song Qianyi's back.

Through the two thin pieces of clothing, Song Qianyi could feel the heat emanating from his body.

She tried to remove his hand: "Ji Jingshen, let go, I'll take you to the hospital..."

The man seemed not to hear her, his hand still tightly gripping her waist.

He lowered his head, his chin resting on the crook of her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down Song Qianyi's spine: "Help me..."

Song Qianyi froze.

Seemingly dissatisfied with her reaction, Ji Jingshen put his other arm around her shoulder and placed a burning kiss on the back of her neck: "Help me, okay?"

The deep, seductive voice and the burning kiss made Song Qianyi's legs go weak, and she almost lost control.

She turned to face him within the circle formed by Ji Jingshen's arms, and Ji Jingshen's kiss fell from the back of her neck to her collarbone.

Song Qianyi hooked her arm around his collar and pulled him toward her, her breathing a little unsteady: "Ji Jingshen, have you thought this through? After tonight, you'll have to support me for the rest of your life?"

Ji Jingshen's unfocused pupils met her gaze, and the next second he pressed his lips against hers without hesitation...

The next morning, Ji Jingshen slowly opened his eyes and saw Song Qianyi lying on his chest.

She winked at him: "Honey, you're awake?"

Ji Jingshen frowned subconsciously: "Song Qianyi, what trick are you playing now?"

Song Qianyi pouted, and her bright eyes instantly filled with tears.

She hugged Ji Jingshen tightly, burying her face in his chest and sobbing, "Honey! You have no idea, someone tried to harm you last night! Luckily I arrived early and saved you, I was so scared~"

Ji Jingshen naturally didn't believe it.

He looked around and noticed the camera that Song Qianyi hadn't had time to put away in the rush last night.

Ji Jingshen's eyes instantly turned dangerous. "What's with the camera?"

A year ago, he offended someone because of his youthful arrogance. That person plotted to get him drunk and send a woman to his bed to film and ruin his reputation. However, he accidentally ran into Song Qianyi, who went to his room by chance, and ended up sleeping with her. After waking up, he was photographed. To take responsibility, he married Song Qianyi.

Is someone trying to frame him again using the same method?

However, he dealt with that group of people long ago, so they can't possibly reappear. Who will it be this time?

Seeing Ji Jingshen's increasingly grim expression, Song Qianyi's expression stiffened slightly, and she quickly racked her brains: "That, that's what I snatched from those people who wanted to harm you, but unfortunately I only managed to get the equipment and didn't catch the people..."

Ji Jingshen seemed to believe it but not quite, and got up to pick up the camera to watch.

Remembering that the camera had recorded her conversation with Lin Shan yesterday, Song Qianyi panicked and grabbed Ji Jingshen's arm, "Wait a minute!"

Ji Jingshen turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

Quick-witted, Song Qianyi spoke with an even more aggrieved tone, "You were so mean to me last night, and I'm still in a little pain. Can you take a look?"

As she spoke, she tightened her grip on Ji Jingshen's hand.

Ji Jingshen's pupils contracted slightly.

She was only wearing a tank top, revealing a large expanse of skin with red marks on it.

Memories of last night's absurdity flooded back, and Ji Jingshen's face flushed red.

He pushed Song Qianyi away as if he'd been electrocuted, and said awkwardly, "I just remembered I have something to do. You'll have to handle it yourself!"

After saying that, he got out of bed and left; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he fled in panic.