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Tang Zhen made up her mind. She suddenly raised her head to meet Song Qiting's eyes, and her two hands immediately grabbed onto the clothes in front of him. She leaned over, and her ice-cold kiss directly landed on the corner of Song Qiting's thin lips.

Song Qiting felt his entire body shake, the waves in his originally calm eyes suddenly quivered, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at Tang Zhen, who was just inches away from him.

He couldn't help but mock himself in his heart. Was it only when she had a request for him that she would appear so charming and proactive?

"Tang Zhen, do you know what you're doing?"

Song Qiting's low and hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence of the room. His voice was still as cold as ever, cold to the point that it caused one's blood to boil.

Tang Zhen's body suddenly stiffened a bit. She quickly blinked her eyes and swallowed all of the unspeakable hidden feelings in her heart.

She still did not say a word, and slowly extended both her hands. She had the courage from who knows where, so she directly grabbed Song Qiting's hands and brought him to the bedroom.

Song Qiting's gaze was still fixated on her slender back, allowing her to lead him towards the bedroom.

"You … Do you want a bath? "

Tang Zhen couldn't help but feel her heart palpitate faster. From start to finish, she didn't dare to raise her head to look at Song Qiting.

She lowered her head with all her might, and stood beside Song Qiting. Even though she was 1.7m tall, she could only reach Song Qiting's chin.

However, at this moment, he appeared even more insignificant.

"No need."

Song Qiting endured the pain in his heart and opened his mouth slowly. His voice became hoarse and he blinked continuously.

Fortunately Tang Zhen did not raise his head, otherwise, he would definitely see the injury in Song Qiting's eyes.

Tang Zhen nodded lightly. After some hesitation, she finally reached out her hand and felt the belt on her waist.

Even though he had been intimate with Song Qiting countless of times, it was still the first time such a thing happened. Tang Zhen's hands that were on his belt started to tremble uncontrollably.

Just as she was about to release the seal, Song Qiting suddenly grabbed her hand, stopping her from continuing any further.

"Have you really thought about it? Is it worth it for them? "

Song Qiting asked coldly, his tone suddenly flashed with ruthlessness.

"Please, let them go."

Tang Zhen pleaded. In all these years, she had never spoke to Song Qiting in such a humble manner.

In an instant, she couldn't tell if she was hurting herself or torturing others.

"Alright."

Song Qiting nodded his head heavily. He grabbed Tang Zhen's wrist and threw her on the bed without a trace of politeness.

After that, he quickly suppressed her body, and a series of actions moved as fast as lightning, so fast that Tang Zhen didn't even have time to prepare.

When she reacted again, she was already trapped by Song Qiting on the bed. She looked at Song Qiting in shock and fear, and at this moment, dodging was already an act. She clenched her teeth, stretched out her arms, and automatically climbed onto Song Qiting's neck.

She leaned over and kissed him again, his lips no longer cool, the warmth of his body exuding an enchanting danger.

Song Qiting had already passively and quickly seized the initiative. He grabbed Tang Zhen's waist, and kissed without any mercy, which almost made it hard for one to breathe.

Tang Zhen slowly closed his eyes, quietly sensing the arrival of the storm until there were no more leaves left around him.

However, the storm that Tang Zhen thought was coming did not come.

Song Qiting immediately let go of her and stood up abruptly with a gaze that was ice-cold and filled with a bone-piercing chill.

He grabbed the coat that he had thrown on his back and quickly put it on. His pretty hands slightly twisted at the buttons of the coat.

"I will only release the people of the Tang Clan this once."

After Song Qiting finished speaking, he mercilessly turned around and left.

Until finally, with a dull "bang" sound of the door closing, all of Tang Zhen's patience crumbled at this moment.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes like a river breaking through a dam. She grabbed the quilt and tightly wrapped it around herself.

There was no sound in Nuo's room except for the painful sobs.

Tang Zhen didn't know what to feel in her heart. Song Qiting had promised to let the Tang Clan go, but she wasn't happy at all.

She really wished that this heart could stop beating at this moment, but the heavens loved her, and yet her life force was too tenacious.

Song Qiting came out of the hotel and drove his car as fast as he could. There were not many cars on the road late at night, but even though he had sped up to his maximum speed, he still could not vent the depression and depression in his heart.

"Sssii ~ ~"

The car suddenly came to a screeching halt, and it flew over ten meters before coming to a stop.

Song Qiting pulled his tie off his neck in distress. Under the weak light of the street lamp, there was actually a sense of danger that was bewitching, causing people to not dare to approach him.

He lay powerlessly on the car seat, smoking cigarettes one after another. He almost couldn't open his eyes because of the smoke. He hadn't smoked for a long time, and now he was not used to it.

He looked at the flickering fireworks in his hand and laughed mockingly. Back then, he had mysteriously stopped smoking because of a cough from Tang Zhen.

But the smoke could be quitted, but who could tell him how.

Song Qiting didn't know how he returned to the villa, and it was already after midnight when he returned.

His cold aura was extremely dejected, but when he reached the bedroom door, he subconsciously stopped moving, and walked into Tang Zhen's original room.

The room was empty and her master was gone, as if the room had somehow lost some of its life.

Song Qiting leaned on the side of the wardrobe tiredly. He still remembered that back then, Tang Zhen had planned to turn this house into a dance hall.

He could not help but rub his swollen temples. He was not a good person, but he was still a bastard to Tang Zhen.

He sneered at himself and got up to leave. However, he stood up with too much force, causing the wardrobe behind him to open as well.

Suddenly, a beautifully wrapped box fell out of the wardrobe. Song Qiting frowned as he bent down to pick up the box.

Seeing the exquisite box placed in his palm, Song Qiting subconsciously opened it, revealing an exquisite collar clip inside the box.

The tie clip was very simple, but it also served as the most contrast to his unruly aura field. Song Qiting couldn't help but hold the collar in his hands.

He didn't know why, but a force forced him to open the cabinet door.

Inside the wardrobe, there were a few boxes of different sizes neatly placed there. On top of the bottom box, there were also a few envelopes neatly placed.

Song Qiting quickly returned the tie clip back into the box and blankly picked up the envelope.

The five letters, from year eleven to this year, happened to be the time they had known each other for exactly five years. No, to be more accurate, it should be the time Tang Zhen had been in love with Song Qiting for an entire five years.

On each of the envelopes, it was written: Song Qiting's personal letter.

This was Tang Zhen's handwriting, he could not mistake it, and the few stacks of envelopes that were originally extremely light, were now exceptionally heavy in Song Qiting's hands.

He suddenly did not have the courage to open them. He hoped that Tang Zhen would write something that he found hard to accept.

Song Qiting, who was usually swift and decisive, was now truly afraid.