“Get lost,” Song Jingrong coldly said, kicking the person restraining him to the side.
With a painful groan, Zhou Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood and was carried away.
The surroundings quickly returned to silence. Chen Jing held her breath and listened, but heard nothing, and for some reason, felt a chilling sensation. Until Song Jingrong’s voice, soft to the point of being eerie, rang out.
“Jing Jing,” he called softly. Chen Jing swallowed, and her hand that was about to press on the coffin lid paused, slowly withdrawing. She vaguely felt that it was better not to expose herself now. Although she had spoken casually to Yin’s mother and Doctor Wang, Chen Jing couldn’t help but feel nervous when actually facing the situation.
The unknown always makes people nervous. ”Jing Jing.” Song Jingrong bent down, hugging the pitch-black coffin, gently pressing his face against it and rubbing affectionately: “Do you know? Today is my birthday.” ”But you’re not in good health, and the National Master said you’re very weak and can’t be too tired, so I came alone. Will this make you happy?” Chen Jing felt a chill. It seemed Doctor Wang was right that Yin Li’s main consciousness was slowly recovering. Otherwise, normally, she would go to the real world and return, just like the last time with Jiang Dongling, with time frozen, looking exactly the same when she left and returned. Soon, Song Jingrong resolved her curiosity. ”Five years,” he said, his gaze vacant, his tone nostalgic, with a bitter and aggrieved taste: “Jing Jing, even if you’re angry and punishing me, five years should be enough, right?” Chen Jing’s eyes widened in shock.
It had actually been five years in the blink of an eye?! No wonder Doctor Wang said the time in the small world was different from the real world – this was indeed very different. Thinking this, Chen Jing couldn’t help but feel fortunate that she hadn’t hesitated to agree and returned early. Otherwise, if she had been a bit later and opened her eyes to find Song Jingrong had become a 70-80-year-old grandfather… the psychological trauma would have been massive. Yes, although in the previous world she had grown old together with Chu Zheng, when she carefully considered it, Chen Jing still couldn’t accept the nightmare of waking up to find her capture target had aged.
Unexpectedly, this chest-patting movement instantly alerted the man reminiscing about life on the coffin. Song Jingrong suddenly sat up, looking at the coffin in joyful surprise: “Jing Jing?” He took a deep breath, concentrating internal energy in his palm, and without hesitation, lifted the coffin lid. Overwhelming light rushed in, and Chen Jing instinctively closed her eyes. The person lying inside had her hands flat on her abdomen, her lips tightly pressed, her eyelashes trembling slightly – every detail indicating she was alive. Song Jingrong’s eyes moistened, and he frantically leaned in, spreading his hands like a fool to shield her from the light.
After adapting for a while, Chen Jing slowly opened her eyes. A shadow suddenly rushed over, her lips were captured, her face heated, and a hot, wet droplet splashed down. Chen Jing blinked, not daring to move. Song Jingrong treated her like a fragile object, carefully holding her lips, completely still, just staring at her with a gaze both fierce and savage, tears continuously falling on Chen Jing’s face.
Chen Jing’s scalp tingled, feeling enveloped by intense hatred, almost about to self-destruct. “Your Highness…” Her lips, still held, moved slightly, calling out indistinctly.
However, this call was like suddenly flipping a switch. Song Jingrong’s face turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, the room returned to darkness. Chen Jing was stunned, and before she could react, he leaped in, pressing entirely on top of her, precisely finding her lips and biting them like a wolf with prey, kissing her ferociously.
Chen Jing: “…” Besides a muffled grunt, she didn’t know how to respond. In the darkness without a sense of time, Song Jingrong clung to her lips, gently sucking and slowly biting, not letting go of any tiny gap, until Chen Jing felt her mouth had lost all sensation, before he slowly stopped. “Jing Jing…” he rubbed against her face, unable to help himself, his voice hoarse.
His eyes in the darkness were like a hungry wolf’s, coldly staring at her, breathing lightly, unhurriedly saying: “I don’t care if you’re human or ghost, and I don’t care if this is real or an illusion, but… now that you’re awake, don’t even think about leaving me again.” He gritted his teeth: “I won’t give you this chance.”
Chen Jing, still catching her breath: “…”
She tried to console herself that this male lead, apart from making fierce statements, wasn’t really that perverted.
But unfortunately… As the lights came on and Song Jingrong carried her out of the coffin, Chen Jing had to admit that Doctor Wang and Yin’s mother’s advance warning was indeed far-sighted. Otherwise… suddenly facing this, she would be 99% likely to choose to die. The remaining 1% would depend on how far Song Jingrong had gone dark.
Chapter 64: Pervert 10
Chen Jing was placed on a fluffy carpet, looking powerless as she watched Song Jingrong, her cheeks burning.
In a massive iron cage, her limbs were completely shackled by chains, with red flower vines wrapped around the cage. The top was inexplicably covered with fine copper mirrors.
Just thinking about it made her want to cover her face. How shameful.
Then there were iron chains pulled out from some corner.
Chen Jing felt both a headache and nervousness, with a hint of excitement for something new. Her emotions were so complex, it was indescribably intense.
Even though the chains around her wrists and ankles were soft and fuzzy, and the floor was carpeted, the fact remained that she was imprisoned.
“Be good, my darling,” Song Jingrong leaned in and kissed the flushed woman, his knife-like delicate face tense, desperately controlling his inner excitement, his black eyes bottomless. “This little room I specially prepared for you after three years – do you like it?”
“You?” Chen Jing’s eyes moved slightly, “You became an emperor?”
“I once heard that Jing’s dream was to be an empress,” Song Jingrong’s lips curved slightly, his gaze dark and dangerous, his voice hoarse.
Chen Jing frowned and didn’t respond.
Song Jingrong was hurt by her frown, but a cold laugh escaped his lips: “What, you’re not satisfied with my arrangements?”
“Of course not,” Chen Jing blushed and glared at him: “Quickly let me go.”
“
“Stop dreaming,” Song Jingrong’s face darkened, veins bulging at his temple, he said word by word, viciously: “Your father, brothers, friends, even the entire world knows that Chen Jing died at the Prince’s residence five years ago and was buried. Now, except staying by my side, you can’t go anywhere.”
He paused, then suddenly grabbed her chin, slowly leaning close, narrowing his eyes dangerously and sexily: “Chen Jing, in this lifetime, you’ll never escape my grasp.”
Chen Jing: “… This guy is ruthless.”
She made a wronged expression, confronted him for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
Her pink-white face smiled softly for the first time before him, instantly striking his heart, like being tickled by a feather – both numb and itchy, an indescribable sensation.
Song Jingrong was stunned: “You…”
“Shh,” she said.
Her pale pinky finger lightly pressed against his lips, cool to the touch.
The rest of the text continues in a similar intense, romantic, and somewhat dark narrative style, exploring the complex relationship between Chen Jing and Song Jingrong.
Of course… even if she was somewhat reluctant, she would never admit it!
