Chapter 140 The Effects of the Medicine Within Him

indescribable heartache, as if something was gnawing at her heart, it was very uncomfortable, but she couldn't put it into words. 。At some point, when my eyes were wet, a blurry figure suddenly appear...Her voice trailed off like a wisp of fairy magic, soft and gentle, like a feather lightly caressing his heart.

Hearing Ji Siyan's passionate and heartfelt confession, Leng Zhujing suddenly felt an inexplicable heat rising in his body.

His ears flushed, and gradually, a blush rose on his handsome face. The originally faint warmth in his breath also unconsciously became rough and turbid.

Ji Siyan secretly delighted, a slight upturn of her red lips. Her lip brushed from his earlobe, slid across his firm cheek, and landed once more on the corner of his lips, a light kiss, slowly covering his thin lips, gentle and tentative, about to bloom with a touch.

The medicine's effects, finally started to kick in!

At first, she was still worried that the dosage was too light and wouldn't have any effect on him. Because she hadn't put much of the drug in his porridge at first, if she used more, it might be too forceful. She was afraid he would notice something was wrong and become repulsed by him.

Actually, she didn't really want to do this. It's just that she wasn't as confident in herself as she used to be.

Because, ever since "Yimo" became Ajing's wife, Ajing has been very reserved in his words and deeds towards her.

A-Jing has always refused to cross the boundary, all for that "Yi Mo," right

So, that "Yi Mo" must hold a unique place in Ajing's heart.

A-Jing, for that "Yi Mo," dared not overstep the boundary.

Ji Siyan wanted to shake "Yimò"'s position in Leng Zhùjing's heart. Since she couldn't take action against "Yimò" directly, she would start with Leng Zhùjing instead.

Her methods were underhanded, but she learned them from Ah Jing's mother.

Instead of not getting his heart, it's better to get his body and make him feel guilty towards her.

"A-Jing, do you want revenge Only I can help you!" Ji Siyan kept twisting her body, gently kissing Leng Zhujing's earlobe. Every movement was full of allure, her hands lightly touching Leng Zhujing's body, igniting him.

Ling Zhuxi was trying his best to suppress himself, but his awareness was becoming increasingly blurred. Even in a daze, the figure of Ji Siyan before him seemed to transform into Tong Yimo's appearance.

What's going on

With tears...

Finally, Leng Zhujing's last physical defense crumbled. He reached out and grabbed her head, roughly seizing her lips and unleashing the pent-up emotions he had been suppressing for so long.

Suddenly, a bolt of thunder roared in the dark night, causing the men entangled in bed to shift their gaze towards the window, where the wind and rain lashed against the view.

It was as if Heaven itself were warning him, making him see clearly who this woman before him truly was!

Ji Siyan, seeing the melancholy landscape of Leng Zhujing, found her mind drifting. This only made her feelings grow even stronger.

She didn't want to give him any chance to think or hesitate. A flurry of movements took the place of all the unspoken words.

Leng Zhjing frowned and said nothing, squinting at the woman with his eyes. His thoughts, however, had long since flown away.

But he still stared at her with a dazed look. Even though she was so passionate, all he saw was the sweet and innocent Tong Yimo saying to him, "From now on, I'll listen to you for everything."

Although he hadn't seen her body in its entirety, the time when her musk-scented perfume had stirred such a passionate and confusing desire in him almost made him take Yimo's body entirely.

The warmth of Mo's fragrance and the softness of her touch allowed Leng Zhujing to feel, even through their clothes, her skin that was like a bud about to blossom, touching his heart deeply and truly.

With affection...

With love...

With tears...

His heart, his mind, the person he thought of, was all Yimo.

At this moment, the person he most desired was Yimo....

The humid air in the room was heavy until torrential rain lashed against the windowpane.

Ji Siyan said softly, "Ajing, don't worry, I'm not ovulating. So, I won't get pregnant. In the future, without your permission, I will not get pregnant with your child."

Leng Zhujing leaned against the headboard, taking out a woman's cigarette from the top drawer of her bedside table—a drawer she rarely opened—and lighting one for herself. She remained silently there after.

Ji Siyan looked up at Leng Zhuxiang's side profile, lost in thought. She asked in surprise, "How did you know there were cigarettes there And... you... never smoke..."

The cold afternoon remained silent. He stared out the window at the wandering rain, smoking in his hand.

What was he just like that, he didn't want to pursue it anymore.

Now, he has been led by Ji Siyan into another abyss from which there is no return.

He thought she was Yimo, but when he truly woke up, he realized she was Siyan.

So, this, is his true face after all

He couldn't see his own heart, nor could he see through the people around him.

Leng Zhujing's eyes darkened slightly.

He actually has a burning ambition, but he's always suppressing himself, holding back the lion within.

Ji Siyan's eyes flashed, but she quickly lifted them upwards. She reached out and grabbed his big hand that was holding the cigarette. She lightly sucked on the filter he had already bitten, then blew smoke towards him.

He looked at her in the hazy light, and she leaned forward to kiss him, asking softly, "A-Jing, tell me, what are you thinking about"

Leng Zhujing fell silent for a few seconds, then turned sideways and went to extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the bedside table. Then he pushed her back under the covers, before turning over and getting up.

Ji Siyan pulled the blanket tightly around her and anxiously called out to him, "It's so late, you..."

"I'm going back to my apartment!" Leng Zhujing said, picking up the clothes scattered on the floor and putting them on.

Ji Siyan slightly parted her lips, then quickly moved from the bed to the bedside.

"Don't go, stay with me!" Ji Siyan suddenly threw her arms around Leng Zhujing's waist from behind, stopping him as he buttoned his shirt.

Leng Zhui Jing faintly said, "I really should go!"

Ji Siyan saw him pick up the wallet and phone that had fallen to the ground. She scrambled to the foot of the bed and looked at him anxiously, "Ajing, are you going to take your own life"

Leng Zhubing tidied up all her things, stood by the bed and hooked her chin, but when she fell to her lips, it only reached her cheek, and even her voice was a little cold: "Go to sleep early, I'm just a little afraid of sleeping in unfamiliar places."

“Ajing!”

Ji Siyan was startled and hurriedly reached out to grab him, but he had already spun around, pulling open the bedroom door in front of her and striding out. Ignoring her calls, he simply walked out, resolute and unwavering.

After leaving Ji Siyan's apartment, Leng Zhujing got into a taxi.

Heavy raindrops pounded on the car body. In the silent city night, it seemed that only the sound of raindrops shattering and blooming upon impact remained.

Cold noon, Leng Zhujing subconsciously reached for her phone and saw a text message from Yi Mo.

Daylight, have you gotten home - Yimo.

This was posted an hour ago.

Leng Zhubing sent a text message back.

Well, I'm home now. It's raining heavily here and traffic was jammed on the way back. Get some sleep early, goodnight. — Zhujing.

Linhai City, Leng Family Manor.

Tong Yimo huddled in bed until the phone in her hand vibrated slightly. Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately lit up the screen to take a look.

Finally, Daylight texted her back!

That's great!!

Well, she was relieved that he arrived home safely.

Tong Yimo couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of her mouth and immediately dialed a phone call back.

This time, the call went through, and Leng Zhujing answered on the other end.

"When you get home safely, I'll feel at ease!" Tong Yimo said softly.

Her shyness, her youthfulness, reminded him of Qi Siyan when she was eighteen years old.

Leng Zhujing answered the phone while looking out the window. The clouds were drifting lazily, and she casually brought up the topic: "It's raining heavily in Binjiang City!"

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