"Where are you going? With whom? "
His possessive tone made Su Peizhen frown. She realized that Ling Jing was getting more and more greedy since he went to the hot spring with her last time.
Su Peizhen didn't like his possessiveness, not to mention anything else.
"Who I go with and where I go have nothing to do with you, right?"
"How can it have nothing to do with me?" Ling Jing clasps her waist and is very dissatisfied with her move of distancing herself: "Anyway, you are also my woman. Naturally, you have the right to ask, right?"
"I am your woman?" Su Peizhen's expression didn't change, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. "Are you sure?"
She belonged to herself and didn't belong to anyone else.
"Aren't you?"
Su Peizhen pulled his hand away from her waist and prepared to get up. "Ling Jing, you seem to have forgotten your identity."
She hadn't said those words in a while. During this time, the two of them had a tacit understanding.
Su Peizhen didn't spend much time with Xiang Caiping in the villa. She had been busy with work recently, and Xiang Caiping knew that she would go to the company when she wanted to see her.
Su Peizhen spent almost every day with Ling Jing in the hot spring for more than half a month.
No matter what Ling Jing's motive was, he was really good to her. He took care of her emotions and feelings in every way. She enjoyed this kind of simple relationship and also enjoyed being with Ling Jing every night.
She admitted that Ling Jing was quite a good lover who could always make her feel relaxed and happy.
But wasn't that Ling Jing's duty? Since he was the man she spent money on, shouldn't he put her first in everything?
She didn't think there was anything wrong with her thinking. But Ling Jing's current behavior made her realize Ling Jing's greed.
She didn't like it.
Ling Jing thought that he had been unprecedentedly patient and flattering Su Peizhen during this period of time.
He was the dignified Young Master Ling. When had he been so careful to flatter a woman? If it weren't for his own purpose, he would have killed a woman like Su Peizhen in minutes. It was just a matter of waving his hand.
"Who am I?" He couldn't control his anger. He held Su Peizhen, who was about to leave, again and pressed her under his body.
"Tell me, who am I?"
"You —" Ling Jing in front of her made Su Peizhen feel danger. Her intuition told her to escape now.
But she didn't have the chance. Ling Jing lowered his head and began to bite Su Peizhen's lips.
He had never been a gentle lover. Most of the time, she acted according to her own will.
Attack, plunder, barbaric strength, rude treatment.
"I am your man." He demanded fiercely, not giving her a chance to escape at all. "Su Peizhen, I hope you remember that I am your man now."
Lunatic. Su Peizhen struggled. "Let go of me."
The only response she got was Ling Jing's endless suppression and demands.
… …
That night, Ling Jing was like a crazy beast. The young man's stamina and energy were always frighteningly good. Su Peizhen was no match for him and was defeated by him.
Ling Jing did not stop because of her concession, but more and more wanted to conquer her.
After finishing it in the room, he carried her to the bathroom to clean up and did it again.
When he came out of the bathroom, he didn't wait for her to dry off and pressed her down on the sofa in the room again.
In the end, Su Peizhen almost lost consciousness. The last thought that remained was that she wanted to break off the relationship.
…
Su Peizhen didn't have time to break off the relationship with Ling Jing. The next morning, she couldn't get up at all.
The weather in Rong City was getting warmer, but it was still very cold at this time. Ling Jing carried her in the bathroom and didn't help her dry the water on her hair in time.
Su Peizhen, who had been tossed around for a long time, was sweating all over.
Ling Jing woke up early in the morning and didn't realize that he was still angry about yesterday's incident.
He had already decided that yesterday was just the beginning. He had to let this woman know how powerful he was.
He was still thinking about how to deal with Su Peizhen when he found that something was wrong with Su Peizhen.
Her breathing was heavier than usual. When he touched her, he found that her temperature was also higher than usual.
Ling Jing finally realized that Su Peizhen was sick.
Staring at Su Peizhen on the bed, whose face had turned red because of the fever, Ling Jing paused for a minute and finally had a reaction.
Instead of sending Su Peizhen to the hospital, he called the Ling family's private doctor.
"Fever, 39.5 degrees. Give her an injection to reduce the fever, and she'll be fine after taking some medicine. "
The doctor looked at Su Peizhen on the bed. He wasn't sure what the relationship between the other party and the young master was, but he didn't ask much.
"Then hurry up and give it."
"Okay."
Su Peizhen was unconscious of the fever. Someone gave her an injection. She felt the pain and frowned slightly.
At that moment, no coldness or arrogance could be seen on her face. Her little face was burning red, and her brows were slightly furrowed.
Her whole body revealed a vulnerability that Ling Jing had never seen before.
After sending the doctor away, Ling Jing looked at the medicine left by the bedside. It was rare for him to be kind. He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.
He wanted Su Peizhen to take the medicine. Su Peizhen didn't cooperate at all. Her mouth was tightly closed, and she had no intention of opening it.
Ling Jing stared at her face for a long time. Because of the fever, Su Peizhen's lips were a little redder than usual.
At this time, Ling Jing had no other thoughts. After thinking about it, he forced the medicine into her mouth. After drinking some water, he lowered his head and poured it into her lips.
The warm water entered her throat, and the medicine was swallowed by Su Peizhen unconsciously.
After feeding her, Ling Jing realized what he had done. He put down the cup and stared at Su Peizhen with hatred. "Damn woman, how dare you ask me to serve you? You really don't want to live. When you recover, I will teach you a lesson. "
As he said so, he got up and wanted to ask someone to bring some digestible food. With Su Peizhen's current physical condition, she could only drink porridge or soup.
Before she could call for help, Su Peizhen, who was sleeping on the bed, had sweat all over her forehead. She was sweating profusely and kept talking in her sleep. Her head shook slightly, and her face was full of pain.
Ling Jing, who was about to leave, stopped. He stared at Su Peizhen's face and seemed to be unsure. "Su Peizhen?"
"…"
Su Peizhen didn't respond to him. She was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't get out of it.
Ling Jing didn't want to pay attention to her, but Su Peizhen raised her hand at this time. He didn't know what she was dreaming about, but she gently waved her hand in the void.
"…"
Only then did Ling Jing realize that Su Peizhen seemed to be talking in her sleep. He stared at her face for a long time and lowered his head, trying to listen to what she was saying.
"Don't —"
This time, Ling Jing finally heard it clearly. Su Peizhen said don't.
Don't what?
"Su Peizhen?"
"Don't," Su Peizhen said again. Ling Jing stared at her face for a long time and gently moved to her ear.
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