Chapter 600
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He carried her out of the bathroom. In the huge bedroom, he dominated the world.
They spent the whole night together. He didn't remember how long it had been since he last touched her. He missed her so much that his body had been suppressed.
In a daze, Yun Shishi couldn't remember how many times he had done it with her.
However, his domineering nature was once again evident in matters of the heart.
He kissed her eyebrows, her lips, and her collarbone. "This is mine."
Then, he kissed her shoulder blade, fingertips, and waist. "This is mine."
He took her fiercely. Mu Yazhe wanted her fiercely. "This can only belong to me."
It was as if he wanted to carve his name, his breath, and his brand on her body.
"Yun Shishi, every inch of your body is mine!"
Yun Shishi suddenly cried and complained uncontrollably. "What about you? Do you belong to me?"
Mu Yazhe paused in his actions as he looked at the woman who had suddenly burst into tears.
"Do you belong to me here?" She touched his lips.
"Do you belong to me here too?" She stroked his chest.
"Did you say these words to Mu Wanrou?"
"Did you kiss her lips and want her like you want me?"
"If I'm yours, what about Mu Wanrou?"
…
He was jealous. How could she not be jealous?
He was mad with jealousy. How could she not be mad with jealousy?
They were not equal. How could he ask her to belong to him completely?
…
At dawn.
Mu Yazhe went into the bathroom to take a shower. Wearing a bathrobe, he walked slowly to the window and lit a cigarette expressionlessly. With the sound of the lighter, the mellow smell of burning tobacco filled the room.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
A wisp of pure and thick smoke dispersed from between his lips.
Through the reflection of the window, the person on the bed was curled up helplessly in a deep sleep.
He walked to the bed and sat on the edge. He lowered his head to look at her sleeping face. Even in deep sleep, her delicate eyebrows were still tightly knitted. Her black hair was scattered around the pillow, contrasting with her fair skin. She was inconceivably beautiful.
He had done it a few times. Perhaps it was too hard, so her face was full of exhaustion.
Mu Yazhe reached out and lifted a strand of her hair. He lowered his eyes and sniffed the fragrance of her hair.
Taking a deep breath, his handsome eyes suddenly opened slightly. Her words rang in his ears.
"You want me to belong to you. Do you belong to me too?"
"If I'm yours, what about Mu Wanrou? Does she belong to you too? "
"Do you belong to her too?"
…
With his keen intuition, he guessed that something must have happened during this period of time.
Mu Wanrou?
Did Mu Wanrou tell her something?
It was just a guess.
Before she left the country, he had specially assigned a group of bodyguards to protect her no matter where she went.
According to the report, she had been filming for the past few days and had not had much contact with anyone else.
…
When Yun Shishi woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
The curtains were tightly drawn, and the thick darkness in the bedroom was almost suffocating.
There was no one beside the bed.
Holding her groggy head, she sat up on the bed and lifted the blanket. She had unknowingly changed into a bathrobe and her body had been meticulously cleaned.
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