Could it be, should he tell her the truth?
Absolutely not, this is something his professional ethics do not allow, moreover, knowing this girl’s temperament, if she really finds out it’s him, in case she does something, not only everything of his would be in vain, but she might also be implicated by him.
Before, when Xu Xia had an incident in Hong Kong, that time almost made Leng Zirui lose her; such a thing, Leng Zirui never wants her to go through a second time in his life.
Therefore, he’d rather bear everything himself than let her be implicated in the slightest.
So, what should he do?!
If he doesn’t touch her tonight, he won’t be able to get past Lei Qingqing.
These father and daughter are both smart as a whip; if he wants to fool them, he must make it look more real.
Heavens!
Leng Zirui lightly rubs the hair of Xu Xia in his arms, a strong urge to dismember Lei Qingqing surges in his heart.
Lowering his face, looking at her face, Leng Zirui grits his teeth, finally making up his mind.
Leaning over, he gently kisses her lips, only reluctantly pulling away when her lips are swollen and bloodied, then kisses downward bit by bit.
Her cheeks, her eyes, her earlobe, her neck’s tender flesh...
He kisses hard, every puff, a forceful sip, her skin is thin, easily blushing.
Unlike her personality, her delicate skin feels like it can squeeze out water, so soft, enough to make him excited unconsciously.
In front of him, he can’t help but recall that night, when she was in his arms, face flushed, panting, Leng Zirui’s whole being almost feels set ablaze.
Fingers reach out to her dress’s zipper, suddenly he retracts his hand, grabs the collar of her dress, forcefully tears it open.
Her body suddenly exposed before his eyes.
The black dress contrasts sharply with her snowy white skin, almost driving him out of reason.
Holding her tightly in his arms, Leng Zirui breathes heavily.
"Annoying girl, sorry!"
Then, he lowers his face, bites her shoulder, but can’t bear to use force, only leaves a series of noticeable teeth marks, quickly letting go, worriedly looking at her face.
Under the influence of the drug, Xu Xia remained deep in consciousness, seemingly not feeling any pain.
Clenching his teeth, releasing her, Leng Zirui stands up, tearing her dress into shreds in a few pulls, yet doesn’t dare to look at her.
Afraid that one more glance will make him lose the hard-won reason he’s been holding onto.
Guessing she won’t wake up soon, he turns and walks to the door, seeing the two glasses of wine on the coffee table, casually picks up a glass to sniff.
The wine doesn’t have any obvious strange smell, however, what Lei Qingqing said earlier clearly suggested there’s something in this wine.
Leng Zirui observes the glasses, easily infers that the one with faint lip prints is the wine Xu Xia drank.
It seems she didn’t drink much, looks like this girl has finally grown some smarts this time.
Just, Lei Qingqing’s kind of character, really isn’t something Xu Xia can easily handle.
Standing up, he pours both glasses of wine into the drain, casually places the glasses on the sink, then splashes cold water on his face, waiting for his mood to gradually calm down, before he takes off his clothes, wraps a towel, and comes out to find a fruit knife, holds it in hand, returning to the bedroom.
On the big bed, Xu Xia breathes calmly in her sleep, looking serene.