His fingers were still clasping her jaw tightly at this moment, not allowing her to dodge in the slightest. His lips were slightly cool, so different from her gentle lips.

And his kiss was also domineering and absolutely possessive, but it seemed to have a touch of tenderness and desire like before.

Ling Yiran only felt that her heartbeat was constantly accelerating. At this moment, inexplicably, she didn't want to struggle or resist.

She slowly closed her eyes, and with his kiss, the scenes from the past not only appeared before her eyes, but it turned out that, in just such a year, some feelings could be so unforgettable.

It turned out that she had repeatedly told herself to forget, but in fact she had forgotten nothing.

When the kiss finally ended, Ling still opened his eyes and looked steadily at the person in front of him.

"Why don't you resist?" His voice murmured.

She didn't know how to answer because she didn't have the answer herself.

"Because you want to be a relative with me, even if I kiss you or do something more intimate to you, you can bear it for the sake of the child, right?" He frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Obviously, his marriage to her was originally just because of the children, but he didn't want her to really do everything for the children.

As he spoke, his fingers touched her neck, and then slowly went down...

She suddenly came back to her senses, grabbed his hand and said, "As you said, you won't touch me without my consent!"

He said calmly, "I told you that I won't touch you, but...it's only during your pregnancy. Do you want me to touch you in the future? Or do you plan to be with me for the rest of your life?"

A couple who treat each other with respect?"

She was silent.

His fingers slipped into her clothes, and her body suddenly trembled. Suddenly, the familiar nauseating feeling came back.

She pushed him away almost subconsciously, then rushed into the bathroom, lay down on the sink and vomited.

"Ugh... vomit... ugh..." The sound of vomiting kept coming from the bathroom.

Yi Jinli stood there, looking at the palm of her right hand with some confusion. Her body temperature still remained on the fingertips...

There was a hint of self-deprecation on the corners of his lips, and then he walked step by step to the door of the bathroom, and stood quietly, watching her lying on the sink, vomiting in such a mess.

I don't know how long it took, but Ling Yiran finally vomited and finally took a breath. After rinsing his mouth, he looked up and found Yi Jinli standing by the bathroom door.

"Just now, suddenly..." She started to speak, but was interrupted by him.

"Is it because of my touch?" He murmured, walked up to her, looked at her pale face, her almond-shaped eyes seemed to have become darker, her small nose, and...

There are those pitiful lips, and only by kissing them can you understand the beauty of them.

You will become addicted to it and become obsessed with it.

But why, it seemed that he was the only one who was addicted? Why was he still so easily influenced by her? Then he lost control.
Chapter completed!