One Hundred and Four: The Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Four)

Until the smell of burning came from the kitchen, the two suddenly came back to their senses from the passionate kiss.

Jingyu turned his head to look at the red-hot pot, feeling quite helpless, "We have to do it again."

Yu Zeyao's eyes were still stained with deep lust, but he let her go. He put his arm around her waist and took her down from the glass table. He looked at her with a warning, "Cook well, don't mess around again."

Jingyu laughed, "Kissing you turned out to be messing around. I won't kiss you anymore in the future."

Yu Zeyao looked at her smiling face and didn't say anything else.

Jingyu found that his virginity was still quite solid. Even though he had never made tomato egg drop soup before, it was delicious when it came out of the pot. With her millet porridge, she, who usually didn't eat midnight snacks, also drank a big bowl.

After Jingyu finished drinking, he was the first to put down the spoon. He was still eating, his movements were elegant and unhurried.

Jing Yu looked at him, and he suddenly raised his eyes and met her gaze, "What do you want to say?"

"The Spring Festival has passed, and my dad has woken up."

"Want to go back to work?" Yu Zeyao nodded, "I'll arrange it."

Jing Yu said in a calm voice: "I want to move out of here."

As soon as he said this, Yu Zeyao paused while eating. He didn't look at her, his eyes only fell on the dining table, as if thinking about something. Obviously, there was a dazzling light above his head at this moment, but Jing Yu felt that his expression was a little gloomy.

She silently gave the reason, "My dad has woken up, I think Jing Rong should have recovered almost, I must find a..."

"You can't go anywhere!" Yu Zeyao rejected her reason and interrupted her. He really looked at her again at this time, but his eyes were no longer as warm as before, and every word he said was without any room for negotiation, "Jing Yu, you have to remember - from now on, this is your home! No matter when you leave here, you have to come back here in the end!"

He called her 'Jing Yu', not 'Yu'er'.

Jingyu felt a pain in her heart.

That pain was without reason, but it could not be ignored. She knew that they were different now. Once the last veil was torn off, they could never go back.

Jingyu said nothing more, put down the chopsticks, turned around and walked upstairs.

She heard footsteps behind her. When she reached the stairs, the man seemed to have finally lost his patience and picked her up from behind.

"Let me go!" Jingyu struggled.

The man didn't look at her, kicked open the door of the master bedroom, carried her in and threw her directly on the bed.

There was no light in the room, it was dark.

Jingyu was shackled to the bed by the man, and she felt that it was very dangerous. His breathing was so unstable, and his eyes in the dark were like a beast with fangs.

Probably because he was drunk, his movements were rough, and he tore her clothes directly with a bit of anger.

Such unreasonable brutality made Jing Yu twist her body and struggle in anger, but he grabbed her waist with one hand and held her down.

"Don't move!" His voice was hoarse and low. So domineering, but this domineering was also condensed with a bit of loneliness that made people feel sad.

Jing Yu felt her nose sour, and a layer of mist covered her eyes. She looked at the man in front of her who seemed to have changed into a different person, "What do you want to do?"

The man looked at her solemnly and just responded to her with a kiss.

She turned her face away, and his kiss did not touch her lips, but kissed the air. He took a deep breath, pinched her chin with his long fingers, and forcibly turned her face over. The arrogant and insecure kiss fell on her lips like raindrops.

This man was not gentle at all at this moment.

Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, and she felt numb.

However, the man was obviously not satisfied with such entanglement. His big hand went straight down and tore off her pajamas neatly and domineeringly. She was only wearing a thin pair of panties. Jing Yu felt cold and shuddered. The next moment, his long fingers pushed aside the thin piece of fabric. Without any foreplay, the man's body pressed heavily into her tight body.

He was thick and hard. Jing Yu usually had a hard time accommodating him, and now her body was not even ready. It hurt so much that a thin layer of sweat oozed out of her forehead.

Almost instinctively, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him. Because of the pain, her fingers were bent and tightened, and her fingertips almost pinched into his flesh.

She moved her body back to squeeze him out of her body.

The man held her hips with his big hands, not giving her the opportunity to take another step back, but instead pressed her back heavily. In this way, her body wrapped him deeper and tighter.

"Well..." Jing Yu took a breath, the sharp pain accompanied by the joy of being possessed was torturing her. Her body trembled even more, and even her voice trembled with pain, "What's the difference between what you did and rape?"

Her accusation made the man's eyes tighten, and there was a dark tide in his eyes, skipping over all kinds of complicated emotions. He restrained himself and did not move, giving her space to slowly adapt. He just picked her up from the bed and let her sit on his lap in the same position as before, "Yu'er, you must get pregnant tonight! I want a child that belongs to us!"

Jing Yu's eyelashes fluttered, and bitter tears slid down his eyes.

She understood that the more restless and worried he was, the further away they would be in the future.

The child, perhaps from the beginning, should not belong to them.

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Jing Yu was very tired that night.

That kind of tiredness came from the heart, apart from the body.

His efforts seemed to tie the two people together completely and never separate.

In fact, the only thing that can really bind two unrelated people together in this world is love and children.

Perhaps, he knew that the love between them would slowly fade away...

This cognition made Jing Yu sad.

It was not until daytime, when it was almost dawn, that she turned around, turned her back to him, and fell asleep.

Her body was covered with purple kiss marks left by the man.

Yu Zeyao was also completely sleepless. He didn't like her sleeping with her back to him, so he stretched out his long arms and hugged her again. A gentle kiss was imprinted on her shoulder.

She trembled slightly, grabbed the quilt, and wrapped herself tighter.

"Sir."

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked.

It was already dawn, and the servants and housekeepers in the house had already started working.

Yu Zeyao said "um", "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Wen is here. He said he has something important to talk to you about."

"Tell him to wait for me in the study." Yu Zeyao responded, hugged Jing Yu, closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes. It seemed that he was still craving for the feeling of hugging her. After a while, he kissed her clear cheek and said, "Have a good sleep. If you feel too tired, I will accompany you to the room for lunch at noon."