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"Since you're awake, it's nothing serious. Just clean up and I'll take you back."

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her, spoke politely, turned around slightly, and left with a quick stride.

Sangzhi staggered behind him.

"Mr. Zhuo, my original clothes..."

Comes with underwear.

All replaced.

"Auntie changed it for you."

Zhuo Yijing stopped and turned his head to look at her pale and delicate face.

"Oh."

Sangzhi bit her lip and responded in a low voice.

Zhuo Yijing's villa is really big and grand. It only has three floors, but it even has a home elevator.

"Wang Wang Wang."

Arriving on the first floor, Sangzhi glanced at Samoyed who suddenly ran up to her.

Because her new skirt exposed her fair and slender legs, Samoyed suddenly stepped forward and stuck out his tongue to lick her legs.

"..."

Sang Zhi was so frightened that he took two steps back and moved closer to Zhuo Yijing.

This dog is too enthusiastic.

So erotic.

Zhuo Yijing frowned, and suddenly stretched out his foot to lightly kick Samoyed, with a cold voice, "Get out of the way."

"Ow~"

The Samoyed seemed to sense the owner's displeasure, and ran to the side with his head drooped and settled down.

"Let's go." Zhuo Yi looked at Sang Zhi lukewarmly.

Sang Zhi nodded. When he passed the door, Zhuo Yijing took out a pair of high-heeled sandals from the cabinet and handed them to her, and then handed her two handbags.

"Your clothes and shoes are wet. I didn't ask aunt to wash them for you."

Zhuo Yijing spoke calmly, took off his glasses and put them on the cabinet nearby.

"It's okay, thank you Mr. Zhuo."

Sang Zhi pulled her lips, lowered her head and put on brand new high-heeled sandals. The size was just right, just like the clothes she was wearing, whether underwear or outerwear.

They all seemed measured.

Same as the previous two times after waking up in hotels and bars.

Sang Zhi's face suddenly felt hot and he kept his head lowered.

When changing shoes, Sangzhi accidentally glanced at a pair of children's shoes on the shoe cabinet.

Before she had time to think more, Zhuo Yijing had already walked out slowly, with an indifferent expression.

Sangzhi quickly followed.

It's still raining.

Zhuo Yijing drove the car over, and she didn't hesitate, just opened the passenger door and got in.

Zhuo Yijing glanced at her, his eyes deep and dark.

The car was quiet, with no lights on.

Raindrops fell on the car window. Compared with the silence inside the car, it made the atmosphere inside the car even more ambiguous.

Neither of them spoke, except for Zhuo Yijing's initial inquiry about her home address.

From time to time, Sang Zhi used her peripheral vision to look at the man who was driving seriously, and her emotions were difficult to understand.

The business card in front of the car window was still there alone.

She clenched her palms and lowered her head to play with her fingers.

"arrive."

The Bentley Continental suddenly stopped.

Zhuo Yijing tilted her head slightly, and her dark eyes fell on her red and hot face.

She is glad.

Zhuo Yijing didn't turn on the light.

"Thank you Mr. Zhuo for sending me back."

Sang Zhi took a deep breath, slowly raised his eyes, and suddenly met the man's deep eyes.

Neither of them spoke anymore, and Sangzhi didn't get out of the car quickly.

The atmosphere in the car heated up, and there seemed to be some ambiguous atmosphere flowing.

In the quiet carriage, Sangzhi seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat.

Zhuo Yijing squinted his eyes slightly, his long, narrow and deep eyes were bottomless, and his eyes were full of emotions.

"Mr. Zhuo, can you give me your business card?"

Sangzhi gritted his teeth and spoke with a red face.

A fleeting daze flashed across Zhuo Yijing's eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corners of his lips.

"Don't you need it, Miss Sang?"

He reached out to unbuckle his seat belt, and then leaned forward to unbuckle hers. His thin cold lips and warm breath brushed across her ear.

His sudden approach made Sang Zhi feel ripples in his heart, and even felt his scalp numb.

"At that time... I didn't think it through. In fact, I still need Mr. Zhuo's business card."

Sangzhi lowered his head and clenched his hands tightly.

She thought that Zhuo Yijing handed her the business card because he was interested in her.

That night in the hotel was an accident.

That night at the bar, although she first flirted with Zhuo Yijing, she later "stepped back from the brink" and rejected him.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yijing was very proactive.

That ambiguous look...

Zhuo Yijing has desire for her.

Although she also knew that there was no shortage of young and beautiful women around people like Zhuo Yijing.

However, she now needs Zhuo Yijing's help.

"Oh?"

Zhuo Yijing snorted and looked at him with a half-smile, his eyebrows deep.

"The business card is right there, just take it yourself. I'll give you the one I gave you in the morning..."

Zhuo Yijin lowered his voice, his tone was soft and dangerous.

Sang Zhi clenched her palms tightly. Even if she tried to pretend that nothing happened, she couldn't hide his nervousness.

"Mr. Zhuo."

Sangzhi pursed her lips.

Zhuo Yijing turned his head to look at her.

"what happened?"

The tone was cold and distant.

"Are you going to sit at my house?"

Sangzhi gritted his teeth and whispered.

"..."

There was deathly silence in the car.

Sang Zhi waited for a long time but did not receive Zhuo Yijing's response.

She didn't dare to look at Zhuo Yi's longing eyes.

What she said was so clear, Zhuo Yijing should be able to hear it.

"Today is too late."

"Next time."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration and his voice was cold and indifferent.

He refused.

Sang Zhi's face was a little pale, and she kept her head lowered. "...Well. Mr. Zhuo, I'll leave first."

She was just about to open the car door and leave, but before she could react, she felt her body suddenly lifted into the air, and she was caught by Zhuo Yizhen.

She was straddling Zhuo Yijing in an ambiguous posture.

"Mr. Zhuo, you..."

Sang Zhi's eyes widened and he looked down at Zhuo Yijing, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Zhuo Yi's eyes were deep and dark, staring at her more and more closely.

The next moment, the back of her neck was clasped by the man's big palm. Zhuo Yijing raised his head slightly and kissed her lips.

At first, Sangzhi struggled for a while, but then she seemed to remember something and stopped struggling. Instead, she reached out to grab his strong shoulders and responded to his kiss.

Zhuo Yijing's hand originally wandered around her waist, but after receiving her response, he skillfully inserted it from the hem of her skirt.

His hot palms rubbed against her delicate skin, and Sang Zhi felt trembling all over, as if there was a fire burning her.

"Zhuo...Mr. Zhuo, can you stay here? Go...to my house."

Sang Zhi's breathing was a little rapid.

Hearing her words, Zhuo Yijing suddenly stopped what he was doing, raised his head slightly, and stared deeply at her expression of intoxication and emotion, with a cold and cold face.

"I'm a little tired today, you should go back first."

Sang Zhi froze slightly and looked down at his cold and cold expression. His eyes were cold and calm, without a trace of lust.

His cool and restrained appearance was in stark contrast to his own messy appearance.

It was as if I was the only one indulging in it just now.

And he was like a master with ease.

"Mr. Zhuo..."

"Miss Sang, you go up first."

Zhuo Yijing stretched out his hand to pull up the shoulder straps of her skirt in a very gentlemanly manner.

His constant refusal made Sang Zhi suddenly feel a little ashamed. Her hand gently lifted up and pressed against his cheek, but when she was about to touch it, she was restrained by Zhuo Yijing.

Sang Zhi bit her lower lip, withdrew her hand and kept her voice low.

But it was particularly clear in the silent carriage.

"Mr. Zhuo, you said that if I need anything, I can come to you. Does that still count?"

Zhuo Yijing remained silent, his dark eyes falling on her face.

After a while, his cold voice sounded in the quiet car.

"What needs do you mean? The physiological needs between men and women, like...just now?"