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The two sentences, delivered in a hoarse yet magnetic voice, carried a soft, slightly tipsy quality that made one question if they were hearing things. Ye Ming and Shi Tiankai fell silent, both wide-eyed as they stared at Wu Rong, unable to believe what their ears had just heard. Despite having gossiped and analyzed conclusions for some time, hearing Wu Rong say those words felt utterly surreal.
Ye Ming dug into his ears, nearly drawing blood. "Brother Rong, what did you say? I didn't catch that."
Shi Tiankai instinctively pulled out his phone, ready to speak in their group chat at any moment.
Wu Rong lifted his head to look at Ye Ming. With the two sentences that had just slipped from his mouth, he felt the heavy weight that had been pressing on his chest gradually lift, replaced by a burning flame that clearly conveyed one thing to him.
"I like Rao Jie!"
"I want to have her all to myself!"
"I want her by my side forever!"
"I must marry her!"
He was certain; she was the one he would never change in this lifetime.
After finishing his drink, Wu Rong was driven home by a designated driver. The sound of the door opening drew Rao Jie out.
Wu Rong had been gone for so long that Rao Jie couldn't sleep peacefully; she wasn't used to it. So when she heard the noise, she hurried to open the door and check.
To her surprise, she found Wu Rong nearly sliding down against the doorframe.
Rao Jie rushed over, but before she could get close, the overwhelming smell of alcohol hit her like a wave, leaving her dizzy. Had he gone out drinking? And had he drunk so much that he was incapacitated?
This was the first time Rao Jie had seen Wu Rong lose control like this; it was quite a novelty. She quickly stepped forward to support him.
"Professor Wu… Professor Wu…"
Wu Rong slowly opened his eyes and saw Rao Jie before promptly closing them again.
Rao Jie felt helpless; he was completely drunk. Fortunately, he could still move a little on his own, so Rao Jie had no trouble supporting him back to the room.
After a struggle, they finally made it to the edge of the bed. Just as Rao Jie was about to push him down onto the bed, Wu Rong seemed to grab her arm. As he fell, he pulled Rao Jie down with him.
Rao Jie found herself heavily pressed against Wu Rong. She had a traumatic association with this position and inadvertently recalled what had happened on this bed before, prompting her to quickly try to get up.
But it was too late; before she could rise, Wu Rong wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over, pinning her beneath him. Rao Jie’s scream was stifled before it could escape her lips.
Yes, Rao Jie was kissed forcefully again. Unlike last time when he was indulging in dessert, this kiss was filled with an ambiguous intensity.
Rao Jie struggled in fear, but Wu Rong restrained her completely. It was as if the most primal form of male dominance over a woman enveloped her, forcefully claiming her breath without reason.
This kiss, charged with desire, satisfied Wu Rong's long-standing hunger; it seemed he wanted more, kissing deeper into Rao Jie’s very soul.
Rao Jie felt utterly powerless under his weight, left only with the instinct to breathe. She even sensed the taste of alcohol on Wu Rong's lips, which numbed her nerves and gradually made her body go limp.
Surrounded by that masculine aura, Rao Jie found herself unable to resist; although fear gripped her heart, her body instinctively responded with strange shivers.
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