Chapter 1 Return of the Proud Son of Heaven (1)

At the end of August in Haishi, at night, there is a warm breeze. Standing in the tallest building in the center of the city, the lights are bright from top to bottom.

In the presidential suite on the highest floor of the building, the girl let out a heart-piercing cry of pain, breaking the silence of the night.

Her lower body was in pain as if being torn apart, her body was pressed by something, and she couldn't breathe under the pressure.

Gradually, Ji Anning seemed to gain some consciousness, and opened her eyes...

It's pitch black, what's going on?

Not the darkness of the night...but her eyes seemed to be blindfolded, and she panicked.

God, is she dreaming? She was actually having a spring dream?

And still blindfolded, approaching SM.

But as the saying goes, she thinks every day and dreams at night, and she has never thought about such shameful things that make people blush, how could she have such a dream?

Could it be that she has really reached the stage of a girl's Huaichun?

However, the pain under her body became more and more clear and intense. The heavy masculine breath was in her ears, the sweat on her body was like rain, and everything made her feel like a dream but not a dream.

"ah……"

Suddenly, the person on top of her gave him a mischievous blow, and a burst of pain caused her to scream out of control. She stretched out her hands instinctively, tightly gripping a pair of strong arms, and her nails almost dug into the opponent's flesh. .

This... this is not a dream!

Ji Anning suddenly became sober, unable to see the darkness of the outline of things, which made her feel extremely terrified.

"Who are you? What is this place?" She put her hands on the man's chest and pushed him hard.

She didn't have time to recall the last second, last minute, last hour...what she was doing, and how she was lying here.

She just wanted to drive away the man who was pressing on her.

But no matter how she pushed or beat her, the man's strong body was pressed against her, motionless.

The man's breath, accompanied by a wisp of unknown fragrance, was heavy, and sprayed on her face, as if mixed with ecstasy~magic~drug, which made her dazed for a second.

Then, panicked and at a loss, she reached out her hand to remove the blindfold covering her eyes, but before her hand touched the blindfold, a big hand grabbed her wrist.

"ah!"

She screamed like a ghost, and tried hard to shake off the man's hand, "Let me go, let me go quickly."

"An'an."

The deep and hoarse man's voice, like old sauce, is so pleasant that the time and the air become gentle in an instant, and the fragrance is still there.

Ji Anning was taken aback, she opened her mouth slightly, her throat seemed to be strangled, and it took a long time before she made a sound, "Are you... are you Jing Feng?"

That soft sound, deliberately hoarse and intentionally changed, she was not sure if it was Ji Jingfeng.

But the man who called her An An, and he called her so skillfully, who else could there be except Jing Feng?

Thinking of it this way, Ji Anning breathed a sigh of relief almost invisible. She entered Ji's house at the age of six and was Ji Jingfeng's child bride-in-law.

Today is her and Jing Feng's birthday, and also their engagement day, if it is really her, she will...

"Well!"

Ji Anning was thinking, when the man on her body suddenly penetrated her fiercely.

Like venting emotions.

...

"An'an, I can finally see you again."

Ji Anning was tired and in pain, and lost consciousness. The man's voice in her ear, she could no longer tell whether it was real or a hallucination.

So close, it seems so far away, a kind of deja vu.

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