After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 1109 - 1113: Love and Being Loved (2)

Tang Ming raised his hand to take the cup from her, "Good night!"

Watching her go upstairs, looking at her back, Tang Ming’s fingers gently caressed the cup in his hand, and flames rose in his eyes.

He placed the cup on the coffee table and stepped upstairs.

In the bedroom, Seo Fei lay on the bed, pulled open the drawer, took out an old iron box, opened it, and looked at the letter inside.

"Zimo, we’ll soon be able to be together!"

A wave of drowsiness rose, and she almost couldn’t keep her eyes open. She casually placed the iron box next to her pillow, forgot to turn off the light, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

A knock on the door sounded.

Seo Fei lay on the pillow, unresponsive.

The door lock turned gently, and the door, once locked, slowly opened. Tang Ming walked in slowly from outside, looking at Seo Fei’s sleeping face under the light, and tightly closed the door behind him.

He walked over, stood beside her, bent down, and his fingers lightly touched her face, then naturally slid down to her half-naked shoulder.

His fingers touched the iron box by the pillow, and Tang Ming stopped, puzzled, taking the iron box and opening it.

Inside the iron box was a letter, yellowed and fragile due to its age.

The letter paper showed obvious wrinkles, as if it had been crumpled and then carefully smoothed out.

Looking at the letter, Tang Ming’s fingers began to tremble slightly.

Gently placing the letter back in the box, placing the iron box by her pillow, he bent down and gently kissed her lips.

Seo Fei on the pillow showed no reaction, but Tang Ming’s body heated uncontrollably.

Stimulated by her body and the alcohol, the intense desire within him seized him.

He quickly pulled off the thin quilt covering her, and looking at the woman he had loved for more than ten years, Tang Ming didn’t control himself like before. He discarded his suit, tore off his tie, and unbuttoned her home clothes one by one. He slowly bent down and kissed her body.

Afraid of leaving marks, he tried hard to control his emotions.

"Xiao Pei, you are mine, forever!"

With a hoarse voice, he whispered, took off her bothersome little clothes, and impolitely pressed down on her.

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Hua Ting Apartment.

Leng Zirui opened the door and tossed Xu Xia directly onto the large sofa in the living room.

"Mmm!"

At this time, Xu Xia was slowly regaining consciousness from her stupor, struggling to stand up, her chest heaving violently, and a muffled sound escaped her throat.

Seeing that she was about to vomit, Leng Zirui quickly held her arm and supported her toward the bathroom.

Just as they were about to reach the bathroom, Xu Xia couldn’t control it anymore and vomited all over him with a gulp.

Leng Zirui looked at the mess on his shirt, only frowning deeply.

"I really can’t stand you women!" he complained, but still dragged her to the bathroom by the sink, "Go, wash your face!"

Xu Xia’s body went limp, and she sat directly on the floor.

Leng Zirui took off his shirt and threw it into the trash bin, grabbed a towel and wiped her face. Looking at the liquor on her body, he frowned in frustration, using the towel to clean off the mess, "If I’d known, I’d have let that guy take you. I’ve really asked for trouble!"

Xu Xia leaned against the toilet, raised her hand to grab his palm, looking at him with sleepy eyes, "Who are you?!"

"Leng Zirui!" Leng Zirui just rolled his eyes at her, pulled his palm away from her hand, and got up to fetch a new towel.