After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

"If you touch me again, I will..."

"What do you want?" Shang Ji looked up at Song Xi'er: "Kill me?"

"Don't think that I don't dare." Song Xi'er swallowed and said, "This is self-defense."

"Really?" Shang Ji laughed and suddenly took Song Xi'er's hand to help.

Sensing his move, Song Xier opened her eyes wide in shock: "You're crazy!"

"Didn't you say it was self-defense?" Shang Ji looked at her steadily, with a trace of blood in his eyes: "I'll help you."

There was a smile on his face, and the curve of his thin lips affected his entire facial features, adding a touch of unabashed strength and gentleness to his noble and handsome face.

The two were intertwined without any abruptness, but it made Song Xier a little panicked.

Their eyes met, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether Shang Ji was awake or not.

He was said to be unconscious, but his tone of voice was normal;

But to say that he was awake, the body temperature on his body and the hidden desire in his eyes were probably worse than hers.

Song Xier regretted it very much now. She regretted why she got in the car and was brought here!

If she had ignored Nan Zijin and left directly, would she have...

But there is no if.

"Madman!" Song Xi'er took a deep breath and tried to pull her hand back: "You are a madman."

"Yes, I am a madman." Shang Ji repeated Song Xier's words: "So do you think you can escape from this madman like me today?"

"You..." Song Xi'er's chest rose and fell violently due to emotional excitement. In addition, Shang Ji had already taken off most of her clothes, so she didn't realize how attractive she was in Shang Ji's eyes.

She could still have a good conversation with Shang Ji now. To exaggerate, she was holding on to her last breath.

And this tone can be broken at any time, and then she will lose all her sense.

Thinking of this, Song Xier's hand holding the knife suddenly changed its strength and moved it to her neck while Shang Ji was kissing her.

Shang Ji's pupils suddenly shrank: "What are you going to do?"

Song Xi'er gasped and said, "Let me go and get off -"

Before she finished speaking, Shang Ji suddenly reached out quickly and held Song Xier's hand holding the handle of the knife.

The next second before Song Xi'er could react, the tip of the knife suddenly turned and stabbed into Shang Ji's chest!

"what!"

Song Xier's pupils suddenly dilated due to fear. She reflexively let go of her hand, and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a clang. The bright red tip of the knife was very dazzling.

Song Xi'er subconsciously raised her hand to cover it, and her hand was slippery, which was the blood flowing out of the wound.

There was obvious panic on her face, and her hands were helpless to stop the bleeding. She opened and closed her lips for a long time, but no words came out.

Seeing her like this, Shang Ji suddenly lowered his head and kissed the corners of her eyes, the salty taste of tears filling his mouth.

He didn't seem to feel any pain, or in other words, he didn't feel the slightest stab from the knife that had just been stabbed in his body.

"You're still worried about me." Shang Ji said in a low voice, moving his warm lips down from the tip of Song Xi'er's nose to her red lips that were slightly open due to panic.

He first gently sucked her lips, as if he was tasting some delicious food, over and over again, and finally pried her lips and teeth apart. The original gentleness slowly turned into an impatient force and an increasingly deep desire. Request.

Song Xi'er said vaguely: "Blood..."

"fine."

Song Xi'er clearly felt that her remaining sanity was visibly collapsing. Her brain clearly wanted to resist, but her body had already violated her brain's instructions and began to actively accommodate.

She held Shang Ji's head tightly with both hands, and the blood in her palms rubbed onto his hair.

She clenched her fingers tightly, as if she wanted to push him away, but at the same time, she seemed to want to hold him tighter.

Before she finally lost her mind completely, Song Xier's fingers clawed hard at Shang Ji's back, leaving clear blood marks wherever they passed.

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and unconsciously made a sound: "Shang Ji..."

Shang Ji's lips were close to Song Xi'er's ear: "Huh?"

"Shang Ji..." Song Xi'er shouted again.

Shang Ji kissed and replied: "I'm here."

But the next second he heard Song Xier speak again: "I will hate you..."

All Shang Ji's movements suddenly stopped. He raised his head and his dark eyes met the confusion in Song Xier's eyes.

Song Xier's hands hugged Shang Ji's neck tightly, and her legs unconsciously wrapped around his waist, but her words were still the same: "Shang Ji, I will hate you."

The man's angular features slowly tightened visibly to the naked eye, and the fire of desire that was originally hidden deep in his eyes suddenly broke free of restraint because of Song Xier's words at this moment, and swept away all the patience and tenderness with anger.

"Then hate it." Shang Ji whispered, completely ignoring the pain in his chest, he picked up Song Xi'er and pushed her to the back of the sofa beside her.

The heating in the living room has been completely turned off, and the originally cold villa will become warm.

But even so, Song Xier's exposed skin still felt a hint of coolness. She frowned her soft eyebrows. This posture made her very uncomfortable, and she subconsciously turned around to lean against the heat source behind her.

"It hurts..." Her voice contained a low tone of grievance and crying, and her face was flushed with tears falling all over her face.

Shang Ji lowered his eyes and glanced.

At this time, there was a ringtone from the cell phone that was thrown to the ground, and it was Song Xier's.

Shang Ji narrowed his eyes and suddenly turned around with Song Xi'er in his arms so that she could sit on him. At the same time, he raised his hand and took out his cell phone from his clothes.

The caller ID was Xiao Jie.

Shang Ji withdrew his gaze with just one glance and threw the phone on the coffee table. However, before throwing it out, he had already answered the call.

The effects of the medicine on the two of them had completely taken effect. At this moment, Song Xier had completely lost her mind, and all her actions were based on her body's instincts.

All she knew was that she was feeling very uncomfortable, and the person in front of her was the only medicine that could ease her discomfort.

But after Shang Ji hugged her and sat down, he didn't do anything else. Instead, he pushed her away.

The source of heat that was close to her suddenly disappeared. Song Xier's little face wrinkled up unhappily, and she half-opened her eyes as she watched Shang Ji open his hands.

Shang Ji didn't move, his voice was extremely hoarse: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to hug her." Song Xier blinked, with big tears hanging on her long eyelashes. She looked very pitiful, and her voice became soft due to the torture of the drugs: "I want to hug her."

Upon hearing this, Shang Ji raised his hands to hug the person and continued to ask, "What else do you want?"