Chapter 67: Reason Cannot Compare to Emotions

  She gazed at him, in the dark of night, she saw his slightly raised lips, as beautiful as a poppy, his fingertips with a hint of chill touched her smooth face, and his voice was laced with enchantment: "You're not a child anymore, from now on, don't ask such naive questions..."

  He bent down and kissed her lips gently. Little by little, soft and warm.

  Xue Luo didn't say another word, but instead stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. In front of him, however, was that woman's cold and elegant face.

  Suddenly a sharp pain spread across her chest, she let out a low cry, but was immediately sealed by his lips and tongue. She heard the domineering voice between their lips: "Lying under me, don't think of anyone else..."

  She didn't have time to refute, and her mind was already filled with him.

  Women, reason can never conquer emotion.

  That night, he was like a madman wanting her, she felt that she couldn't resist, push him away, or escape, as if drowning in this confinement, unable to live, unable to die.

  Can you imagine the feeling of being extremely sensitive and trembling with excitement, yet at the same time being frozen in fear? It's like a person who is simultaneously submerged in icy water and struggling to stay afloat in scalding hot water.

  It was a torment, physical and psychological, torturing her to death.

  But he wouldn't let her go, as if he had endless energy, like a long-accumulated explosive force, repeatedly, refusing to stop. In the end, she really begged for mercy, asking him to spare her, but he once again made her understand that he was not someone who could be negotiated with or resisted.

  The commotion of one night made her almost late for school the next day.

  She jumped out of bed, ignoring the soreness all over her body, hastily put on her clothes and rushed downstairs, but her footsteps came to an abrupt halt in the living room.

  Someone on the sofa saw her rushing down and frowned, nodding towards the dining room: "Go eat your breakfast!"

  "I'm running out of time..." Snow muttered to herself, turned around and walked towards the door. Just as she took two steps, the phone in the living room rang. Who else could be calling except for Xiang Xiang? It's not possible that someone is looking for him, right?

  She was hesitating whether to go and pick him up when Cang Mu, who was sitting on the sofa, picked up the phone with a habitual movement. As expected, Xiang Xuan's loud voice immediately rang out from the other end.

  "It's snowing, are you going out or not? If you don't come out now, it'll be too late... Never mind, Aaron said he'd come pick you up, just wait at home and don't move..."

  The snow fell clearly, and she hurriedly thought to go forward and tell Xuanxuan that it was not needed. However, she heard someone say: "Tell Aaron not to come again, you just say, Ouyang Snowfall has her husband to send..."

  He finished speaking, hung up the phone coolly, raised his eyes to look at Xue Luo who was standing there in a daze, and nodded his head at her. Xue Luo only reacted then, but indeed didn't want to eat.

  Seeing she hadn't moved, he raised his watch and she hastily rushed into the dining hall.

  "Madam, eat slowly...eat slowly..." Zhen jie saw Xue Luo eating too quickly and choking, so she hastily poured some hot water for her. After drinking it all down, she wiped her mouth carelessly and then rushed out again in a hurry.

  Cang Mu was already waiting in the car, she got in and the car sped away immediately.

  At the entrance of Stanford University, there are always luxury cars and even more colorful ones.

  He opened a yellow Chevrolet Corvette, with colors jumping out like he was.

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