The rain had stopped, and Jiya Desai took the last bus back. Her emotions were ups and downs along the way. Raj singaniya's strength and strength were something she could not resist. She was filled with shame at the thought of almost being eaten clean by him again. flushed.
The innocent world that had been warm for twenty years seemed to collapse overnight.
She had liked Riyaj Tarki for so many years, they were childhood sweethearts, and the closest they got to her was when he kissed her on the forehead, unlike Raj, who took her by force.
By the way, advertising!
That damn ad.
Didn't she go to question him about that night? Even if she didn't question him about that night, she should still question him about the advertisement. When did he take the video? It couldn't have been when she was asleep. It was so perverted.
The degree of perversion of this person has reached another level in Jiya's heart.
"Damn, even if I know he is committing a crime, there is nothing I can do. I still want an advertising fee, right?" Jiya tangledly bumped into the chair in front of him. There was a handsome high school student sitting in front of him, still wearing a school uniform. Damn it. Looking back, all kinds of coolness.
"Little sister, if you feel depressed, go home to eat and sleep."
Little sister? ? ? ?
Jiya was still floating all the way out of the car. She was in a state of being out of soul. Why did she have to be called little sister by someone who looked younger than him?
Walking all the way out of the downstairs of his apartment, he didn't expect that Riyaj Tarki's car was parked downstairs, a black Rolls-Royce, which looked noble and impressive. This man's words and deeds were also very elegant, and even his smoking posture was so good-looking.
There were many cigarette butts at his feet. He had been standing here for a long time. Under the
night, with the smoke filling, he raised his head slightly and looked at the dim lights upstairs. From her angle, she happened to see his perfect profile. Riyaj Tarki had the ability to confuse girls.
Elegant, cold and a little bit bad.
Jiya followed his gaze and saw that it was the apartment she rented.
Something seemed to be suffocating in her heart, and Jiya's heart, which she thought was so well protected, suddenly started to hurt. The heart that loved him still clearly felt the pain.
Her first and most beautiful love was given to him.
In her most beautiful years, all the laughter and ambiguous sorrows were given to him.
How wonderful it would be if life could only be like the first time we met.