C4 Imprisoning play

Cheng Ziyan was imprisoned.

She was imprisoned in her villa by her ex-husband.

Before this, the two of them could not even be considered as being as close as gods and gods, but because of a child, they had been inexplicably trapped together. Cheng Ziyan could not remember what she looked like when she married him.

It had been too long. Originally, three and a half years was enough to kill a person to such an extent.

His eyes began to hurt.

The door was pushed open and He Jingtong walked in, his eyes dark.

"I'm thirsty." Cheng Zishan licked her lips. She hadn't touched a drop of water since yesterday.

His eyes were pitch-black and filled with strong emotions. He Jingtian walked up to her and pinched her chin before raising it up and lowering his head to kiss her.

His tongue pried open his teeth and the water surged. Cheng Ziyan didn't have any chance to refuse. She swallowed the water. The water pressed down on her throat and deep into her heart.

If you didn't have enough time to swallow, you would cross the water with your mouth, the way you feed the water was ambiguous and coquettish.

The two of them had very close eyes, so close that they could see the reflection in their pupils. His eyelashes swept over her eyelashes, tickling all the way to his heart.

A thought suddenly appeared in Cheng Ziyan's mind. It was good to just kiss her like this.

Suffocation.

She wanted to laugh. So it turned out that she loved him to this extent. Cheng Ziyan subconsciously turned her head away, but the man pressed down on her head to deepen the kiss.

There was no water in his mouth. His tongue touched the softness, and his heart began to soften.

She loved him. Because she loved him, she didn't reject He Jingtong's proposal. It was also because she loved him too much, so when he asked for a divorce, she didn't refuse him.

He was always reluctant to part with someone he liked.

Now that he thought about it, she was really stupid.

His large hand slid down his collar, stroking the softness of his chest. Cheng Zishan couldn't avoid it. "He Jingcong, how are you going to let me go?"

She couldn't understand that the two of them had been divorced and that the property had been divided. Two strangers. What was he doing here now?

The way He Jingtong grabbed her and threw her on the bed was very humiliating.

She stared at the door. It was pitch black, like a huge, deep mouth that could swallow up everything in its path at any moment.

Over the next few days, He Jingtong acted like a lunatic, confiscating her phone, trapping her in his bedroom and taking her to bed every day.

"What do you want?" Cheng Ziyan looked at the man in front of her and sighed. "I have a job, a friend, and a social circle. It's been so long since I disappeared."

He JingTong's eyes were pitch black and deep as he silently looked at her. After a long time, he finally said, "Let's quit our job."

She was a public relations supervisor, and only went to high-end hotels and nightclubs, where all people could see was her beauty and alcohol tolerance. Cheng knew He didn't like her work.

However, she still persisted in this job, because only alcohol could numb her, preventing her from thinking about this silent marriage from the very beginning. She remembered that she had always been alone in this world.

Cheng Ziyan smiled, her eyes turning red. "You're raising me?"

"Alright."

He didn't expect the man to agree so readily. The smile on Cheng Ziyan's face distorted for a moment, and her expression became reserved.

The man was silent. He reached out and began to stroke her sensitive body.