Be Watched By My Ex Again

chapter 22 i don't want to die

yang jiali heard ye ting's instructions and was stunned.

he looked at ye ting, who was standing not far away, looked at ye ting's dark and unpredictable gaze, and his hand unconsciously tightened the sheets, grabbed the finger bones and pulled the skin and flesh, and the nails were white.

ye ting's tone was still low: "spread your legs." 

yang jiali's body shook slightly, but his legs seemed to be poured with lead iron, and he could not move away heavily.

he was resisting.

ye ting stared at yang jiali's reaction, saw yang jiali's obvious resistance and uneasiness, and couldn't help but twitch in his heart, and a sour and sharp stinging pain emerged.

ye ting suppressed this emotion, and the surge in his heart, wanting to forcibly occupy yang jiali, wanting him to no longer dare to resist himself, had to rely on himself, wanted to tie him up and lock him up next to himself and not allow him to leave, provoked him to continue to issue a drinking order: "finally say it again, open." 

yang jiali fought quietly with his upper and lower teeth.

he looked at the ceiling, exhaled deeply, half-dazed, closed his eyes, and slowly parted his legs.

ye ting untied the bath towel around his waist and turned off the light.

in the dimly lit room, all that remained was an accelerated heartbeat and muffled hum. 

after the end, yang jiali was carried by ye ting to the bathroom to take a bath.

lying in the bathtub, hot water poured down from his head, yang jiali did not react at all, only when the foam entered his eyes, he would reach out and wipe it.

ye ting tightened the person tightly and whispered in his ear, "i said before that i can let you take the initiative to break your legs and beg me, you see, i did it." "

yang jiali stared at the foam floating on the surface of the water, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly.

ye ting looked at the side of his face, still unable to see half of the emotion in yang jiali's face, and the boredom in his heart couldn't help but become more and more exuberant.

he squeezed yang jiali's wrist underwater: "you don't want to tell me something?" "

yang jiali bowed his head and was silent.

ye ting narrowed his eyes: "not a word?" "

yang jiali raised his head, looked deeply at ye ting, stood up from the bathtub, grabbed a towel to the side, dried himself, and left the bathroom.

ye ting looked at his back, and it was as if a cat was scratching and scratching in his chest.

according to his pace and plan, using some means to get yang jiali back and trapped himself around, has been considered to be most of the success, and then, it is to force yang jiali to open his mouth, so that yang jiali belongs to him from body to heart.

but now, although he had tied people up with his head, he was not at ease.

such a yang jiali, and he expected, the difference is too big.

he expected that, according to yang jiali's small powder keg-like personality, that tight skin and tight toss personality, he would be imprisoned by himself so forcibly, he must jump up and down and make a fuss, shake his spirit and fight with him, even if he could not get him on the surface, secretly he would have to play a few small tricks to make him eat a mess.

he was ready to deal with it.

but now the person in front of me is unexpectedly silent and depressed.