Chapter 397: Chapter 397

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He lifted Shen Jian妮’s waist effortlessly. Then, he pulled away the quilt under him along with the clothes on the bed.

When they fell onto the silky ash-gray sheets.

He Qimo started to lift Shen Jian妮’s dress from below.

And then, the sound of a "click" echoed as he unbuckled his belt...

To Shen Jian妮, this was utterly baffling.

Especially as she stared into his cold yet alluring thin lips.

He Qimo was very handsome, just like Feng Chengjin and Yu Yuanshen, all of them could easily outshine many male stars in the entertainment industry, too handsome to ignore.

Earlier, his speaking tone was very close.

So it made his breath linger at her lips, making her feel an indescribable tingling at the back of her head.

Staring at his clean and neatly trimmed short hair, his slightly revealed chest, He Qimo was so close and filled with male allure, an allure that was extremely tempting, Shen Jian妮 hated him in her heart, but her eyes couldn’t help wanting to take a few more glances.

And so, those few glances messed things up.

Feeling her lips being blocked again with a fluttering heart, she really didn’t know how to describe this numb situation of a man who despised her on one hand but frequently kissed her on the other.

And feeling her clothes being undone, that kind of more ’damn frustrating’ leap.

Finally, hearing the sound of the belt buckle being opened, Shen Jian妮 really wanted to curse out loud.

Damn it! Are you really sure you’re in love with Gu Zixuan? Are you really sure I wasn’t your lover in a past life? Are you really sure you don’t want to spend the rest of your life with me?

Shit! The work your wife didn’t do, I did it all, am I just collateral damage here? Or am I getting shot here? Or am I a selfless communist successor proving you’re not impotent?

Do you want to divide your divorce shares with me, too?

However, Shen Jian妮 couldn’t say it.

Not to mention her mouth was now blocked in confusion, and with He Qimo’s body, weight, and way of acting...

Pressing down, she couldn’t make any move.

When all the clothes were undone, half hanging, half draped on her body, and He Qimo suddenly thrust in again.

Shen Jian妮 endured the sudden forced pain.

And was really furious.

Pausing, she listened for movement, checking whether her mother had left, distracting herself.

Shen Jian妮 seized the opportunity, flipped over, and pressed He Qimo beneath her, switching to an angry ride.

He Qimo was slightly stunned.

Shen Jian妮 frowned coldly.

Why does it have to be you messing with me every day? Since I can’t escape, I might as well try messing with you!

At that moment, without caring about anything, she acted according to those indescribable novels, indescribable small movies, indescribable island nation comics, recalling those blush-inducing scenes.

While trying to learn and practice on He Qimo.

But to He Qimo, this shock was no less than a comet hitting the earth. No, to be precise, for Shen Jian妮’s actions, it was like PSRJ1614-223 neutron star crashing into the Milky Way, a space-time wormhole colliding with a space-time black hole, the fourth dimension crashing into the Mayan prophecy.

What does it mean? Does she really think he’s impotent?

Think he’s incapable, that she needs to personally come up to teach and guide?

At that moment, having never been so provoked before, not even Feng Chengjin had provoked him this much, He Qimo was furious.

Grabbing Shen Jian妮’s waist, he flipped over again, pressing down, not bothering with those ethereal and complicated thoughts anymore, disregarding everything and started (this part is truly indescribable)...