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

At the end of August, the sea city, with a warm breeze at night, stands on the tallest building in the center of the city, with bright lights from top to bottom.
In the presidential suite on the highest floor of the building, the girl broke the silence of the night with a piercing cry.
Her body was in pain as if she had been torn apart, and her body was pressed by something, which made her breathless.
Gradually, Ji Anning seemed to have a little consciousness, and opened his eyes...
It's pitch black, what's the situation?
It was not the darkness of the night...but her eyes seemed to be blindfolded, and she panicked.
God, is she dreaming? She is actually having a spring dream?
Moreover, he was blindfolded and approached SM.
But as the saying goes, she has dreams during the day and night. She has never thought about such a shameful thing that makes people blush. How could she have such a dream?
Is she really at the stage where a girl is pregnant with spring?
However, the pain under her body became clearer and stronger. The heavy masculine breath was in her ears. The sweat on her body and everything made her feel like a dream.
"what……"
Suddenly, the person pressing on her gave a mischievous blow and a tearing pain that made her yell out of control. She stretched out her hands instinctively, clinging to a pair of strong arms, her nails almost pinched into the opponent's flesh. .
This...this is not a dream!
Ji Anning suddenly became sober, unable to see the black outline of things, which made her feel extremely scared.
"Who are you? Where is this?" She pressed her hands against the man's chest and pushed him hard.
She didn't have time to think about the last second, the last minute, the last hour... What she was doing, too late to think about how she lay here.
I just want to drive away the man pressing on her.
But no matter how she pushes and beats, the man's sturdy body presses on her, not moving.
The man's breath, accompanied by a ray of unidentified fragrance, was heavy, sprayed on her face, as if mixed with fascinating ~ phantom ~ medicine, making her stunned for a second.
Then, panicked and overwhelmed, she stretched out her hand to expose the blindfold that covered her eyes, but before her hand touched the blindfold, she was clasped by a big hand.
"what!"
She screamed like a ghost, trying to shake off the man's hand forcefully, "Let go of me, let me go."
"Ann."
The low and hoarse man's voice is like stuffed with aged sauce. It sounds nice to let the air become gentle in an instant, and the fragrance is still there.
Ji Anning was startled, she opened her mouth slightly, her throat seemed to be choked, and it took a long time to make a sound, "Are you?? Jing Feng?"
With that soft sound, deliberately hoarse, deliberately changing the voice, she was not sure if it was Ji Jingfeng.
But the man who called her an'an, and shouted so skillfully, who else besides Jing Feng?
Thinking about this, 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.
Today is her and Jing Feng’s birthday, and it’s also their engagement day. If it was really her, she would...
"Uh!"
Ji Anning was thinking, and the man on her body suddenly penetrated her fiercely.
It's like venting emotions.
...
"An An, I can finally see you again."
Ji Anning was tired and painful. She lost consciousness. She couldn't tell whether the man's voice was real or an illusion.
It's so close, it seems so far away, a kind of deja vu Ruojiruuo.
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