time-limited addiction

Chapter 64
Shen Jing tilted her head back and asked with a smile, "Are you afraid of the cold?"

Leaving her on the side of the road, wearing a suit to keep out the cold, in his world of fun, she is worth such a small amount.

Good times and bad times, occasionally treating her ambiguously, her heart is still cold.

Hot outside and cold inside, the cycle is heavy.

But what can be done, she just has the leisure and perseverance to tease him, all relying on the drive in her heart to love him and be infatuated with him.

To her, everything about Zhou Luchen is so depraved for women.

He's lying to you, Shen Jing, he's just coaxing you, Shen Jing, Shen Jing, who doesn't love you, knows it in her heart, but she resolutely chooses to forget, turns around, wraps around his neck, and kisses his lips.

Hot, thin lips.

For her invitation, Zhou Lu got drunk and became greedy. He pinned her head with his backhand to take control, and pushed her into the pool.

She was unsteady, screamed, and staggered into the pool.

'puff--'

Water splashes everywhere.

The cold sea spring water poured ruthlessly into her ears and nose, piercing her eyes so much that she couldn't open her eyes. The man held her waist by the palm, and was soon picked up by Zhou Luchen easily, lifting her out of the water.

Shen Jing gasped for breath, her mind went blank.

She was wet, even her hair was wet, and a new round of domineering kisses followed.

The water in the pool was cold, but luckily it wasn't deep, so she curled up in his arms, "It's cold."

Zhou Lv pushed it to the hidden compartment with heavy hands, and adjusted the constant temperature of the swimming pool.

In just a few minutes, the water temperature rose, steaming, and the skin was burning red.

He lifted her hips and stood in the pool, the two kissed more and more ambiguously.

He thought it was too hot, so while holding her, he raised his hand and tore off the soaked shirt. The careless movements of his noble long fingers, and the sound of buttons snapping made her heart tremble and burn.

Shen Jing narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhou Luchen.

He raised his hand to comb back the wet black hair, exposing his smooth forehead, sweat mixed with water droplets dripped down his resolute side face inch by inch.

He seemed drunk but not drunk, with a hazy feeling in his scarlet eyes, his slender fingers picked up her hand and walked towards the belt buckle.

Under his gaze, Shen Jing bit her lip aggrievedly, her hands were forced to obey his command.

Why is Mr. Zhou so coquettish?

Zhou Lu smiled inexplicably, "Do you like it?"

Shen Jing raised her small chin. Based on her deep and intimate familiarity with Zhou Lu, she was genuine and a little scared, "It's a beast."

"What do you mean?" He asked intentionally.

"It's like a beast."

...

It's been a long time.

After a night in the swimming pool, Shen Jing had a severe fever early on, and couldn't sleep well.

The hot red face was pressed against the man's chest, and the small hand unconsciously shook the person next to the pillow, "Zhou Lvchen."

His voice was tired, "Yeah."

Shen Jing said angrily in a daze, "The forehead...is hot." She rubbed her forehead against the man's clean and sober side face, "You touch my forehead."

Zhou Lushen raised his hand and put a sticker on her forehead, lifted the quilt and hugged her up, "Hey, let's go to the hospital."

She nodded tremblingly, like a wounded kitten, "Go to the hospital to reduce the fever."

Zhou Lvchen put on the clothes for her and hugged her in his arms.

Drive early in the morning to the nearest hospital.

They met at the elevator entrance, and the housekeeper who came to make breakfast was dumbfounded, "Mr. Zhou?"

As if he didn't see her, he hurriedly made no reply.

After the black Lamborghini started the engine, it rushed out of the parking lot like a sword.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the door of a high-end residence rang, and there was a piercing roar of a sports car.

(End of this chapter)