morbidly addicted

Chapter 202 Really Drunk
Li Jingman kept staring nervously at his leaving figure until he completely disappeared from her eyes, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked out from behind the dining table.

The layout of the presidential suite is similar to that of a normal house. There is an entrance and a living room. The master bedroom is on the left side of the living room, and two auxiliary bedrooms can be reached through the master bedroom.

Li Jingman noticed that Fu Jingxing's state was not right, and she didn't want to provoke him anymore. Out of safety considerations, she went to the auxiliary bedroom and locked the door behind her.

Changing clothes, washing up, putting on pajamas, everything went smoothly.

When the hair was half dry, there was a knock on the door.

Li Jingman stopped in the process of wiping her hair, and fixedly looked towards the direction of the door. Before she could ask, Fu Jingxing's voice came through the door panel, calm and indifferent.

"Honey, Qianqian made a video call. He wants to see you."

She didn't respond, he was helpless.

"Don't worry, I'm sober, come out quickly, don't make our baby wait too long."

Li Jingman hesitated, and finally went to the door and opened it, but Fu Jingxing did not have a mobile phone in his hand.

Her heart sank, she held the doorknob, ready to close the door at any time.

"What about pious?"

She asked.

Fu Jingxing should have just come out of the bathroom, his hair was still steamed, his eyes were also wet, and his lips curled into a smile that was incomparably enchanting.

"Qianqian is in the master bedroom, shall I take you to see him?"

Li Jingman stared at him hesitantly for a while, and Fu Jingxing's Adam's apple rolled up and down under her gaze.

She reacted instantly and refused.

"Then I'm gone."

She wanted to close the door, but Fu Jingxing directly grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the door. Her arms were so strong that she couldn't break free.

"Honey, I don't smell of alcohol anymore, come here and check."

There is a wall about [-] meters wide between the master bedroom and the auxiliary bedroom. On the wall is a medieval oil painting with a large frame, and the tail is just halfway behind Lijingman's head.

While she was being pressed against the wall, her head was also pressed against the picture frame, and she could feel the pain clearly.

Fu Jingxing's kiss was not as gentle, aggressive and rough as before.

She frowned several times, but in the end her hands were tied.

Fu Jingxing was half drunk and half awake. After grabbing her slender wrist, his eyes touched the red marks on her hand, and he subconsciously relaxed a little.

Li Jingman seized the opportunity to push him away, turned around and wanted to run to the side bedroom, but Fu Jingxing moved faster than her, and put one hand on the wall beside her, trapping her between his chest and the wall, stopping her all her way.

Li Jingman's complexion turned pale, Fu Jingxing looked at her and curled his lips, like an experienced hunter teasing his prey.

"Honey, where do you want to go?"

His hand landed on her waist, he suddenly increased his strength, held her in his arms, lowered his head to her ear, and blew into her ear.

"Did you run away?"

Li Jingman shrank his shoulders and frowned, "Fu Jingxing, let me go."

His response to her was to pull the belt around her waist directly: "You are my wife, why should I let it go?"

Li Jingman held his hand, stopped his movement, and frowned: "Fu Jingxing, you drank too much, this was not your intention, and you can't treat me like this."

Fu Jingxing raised his eyebrows, clasped her hand behind his back, pressed it to her side, and said in a hoarse and sexy voice, "I probably really drank too much, so I don't want to reason with you at all."

In the next second, a strong and predatory kiss fell again, and Li Jingman leaned against the wall helplessly, feeling his blushing when he moved the kiss to the side of her neck.

Her hands were still restrained, and her legs were well controlled, so she could only plead with him softly.

"Fu Jingxing, don't do this."

Fu Jingxing gently ground her earlobe with his teeth, and sighed back to her.

"Honey, you smell so sweet."

Drunk men are obvious.

Li Jingman repented because he opened the door for him irrationally.

Regret is useless, the most important thing now is to solve the immediate troubles.

In the blink of an eye, his hands had already greedily reached into the hem of her skirt.

Li Jingman was startled suddenly, gritted his teeth, and softened his tone.

"Don't be here..."

She stopped struggling and coaxed him softly.

"Fu Jingxing, the living room is too cold, don't stay here, you take me back to the room."

He paused for a moment, took out his hand that reached into the hem of her skirt, gently scratched the bridge of her nose, and smiled: "Isn't it enough to be so obedient earlier?"

She bowed her head and said nothing, she also knew that her exposed skin was already red as shrimp because of the entanglement just now.

Fu Jingxing couldn't wait to drag her to the master bedroom. She seemed to be lowering her head, but she was actually calculating the distance between the master bedroom and the auxiliary bedroom in her mind.

In just two short steps, she took advantage of his relaxation of vigilance, threw off his restraint, turned and ran towards the living room.

Fu Jingxing didn't expect that she would run for the second time. After frowning and looking at the direction she left, he turned around and pressed a switch on the wall.

The cold mechanical voice resounded throughout the suite.

"The interior lock of the exterior door has been opened."

Li Jingman, who originally wanted to leave this room to talk about it, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He locked the door behind him.

She can't get out.

The closest to her now is the living room.

The living room has a sofa, a coffee table, a TV cabinet, a dining table, and an attached kitchen.

But Fu Jingxing had already strolled over from the kitchen, frowning and looking at her displeasedly.

"You lied to me."

Li Jingman pursed his lips and took a step back.

"To each other, Fu Jingxing, I hope you can talk to me so calmly after you sober up."

Fu Jingxing walked towards her unhurriedly, with interest in his eyes.

"Do you know how primitive people choose a mate? Whoever they fall in love with, they knock him out with a stick, and then fight back into their cave. From then on, they will be married and start a family happily."

Li Jingman stepped back vigilantly until he bumped against an abrupt object behind him, which seemed to be...a doorknob?

Suddenly remembering that the living room is connected to the balcony, and the balcony lock is independent, she was relieved.

"Human beings can evolve from primitive man to today, and the greatest progress is civilization and law."

Rebutting back without hesitation, she suddenly opened the balcony door, turned around and hid in, closed the door, and locked it without hesitation.

Fu Jingxing hurried over almost at the same time as she dodged in. Seeing that she had hidden away, a look of irritability flashed across his face.

He knocked on the glass impatiently: "Come out."

After a pause, his expression became gentle again: "It's cold outside, wife, come back, I won't move you."

He hooked his lips and gave her a gentle and harmless smile.

Li Jingman didn't respond, Fu Jingxing took a step back.

She intentionally tested him and turned the doorknob on purpose. Fu Jingxing approached suddenly, but she didn't unlock it, and he couldn't open the door.

A look of regret appeared on the man's face, and he stared blankly at the woman who was across the door but far away.

Li Jingman thought happily, luckily he was really drunk, the key to the balcony was in the TV cabinet in the living room, and he didn't look for it.

In the end, he chose to sit by the glass on the side of the door, stretched his long legs comfortably, looked at her quietly, and watched over her.

Like a wild beast ready to go, it rests comfortably, waiting for its prey to throw itself into the net.

And she lived up to his expectations, huddled up on the balcony, enduring the cold air of more than ten degrees below zero and the biting cold wind, and spent the night forcefully.

(End of this chapter)