God of Sprint

Chapter 770 Yang Mi's True Secret

Zhao Yun and Yang Mi were in the bathroom at the moment, surrounded by an ambiguous atmosphere. They hugged each other tightly, as if time had frozen. Zhao Yun's eyes were full of burning desire, and his hands moved like snakes over Yang Mi's smooth, delicate, flawless belly, feeling the warm touch of her skin.

Every gentle touch was like lighting a flame, making Zhao Yun's desire stronger. He fully enjoyed this moment of intimacy, his fingers gently tracing the curve of Yang Mi's abdomen, as if trying to explore the secrets hidden in it. Yang Mi closed her eyes slightly, immersed in this wonderful feeling, and let Zhao Yun play with her body at will.

As Zhao Yun's movements became more and more bold, Yang Mi's breathing gradually became rapid. She could clearly feel Zhao Yun's fascination and desire for her, but she did not resist at all. On the contrary, she even began to actively cater to Zhao Yun's caress, hugging his broad back with both hands, bringing them closer.

In this small space, the passion between the two people continued to heat up, as if to break through all constraints. Their heartbeats were as violent as drums, playing a touching melody. At this moment, there were only two of them in the world, and everything else no longer mattered...

Perhaps because of the painful divorce, she was in a period of emotional emptiness for a long time, and the long-suppressed emotions in her heart surged out like a flood. This time, Yang Mi showed her true self without reservation, as if she wanted to throw all the constraints and concerns behind her.

She stared at herself in the mirror quietly, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion and bewilderment: "Yang Mi, Yang Mi, why have you become like this? Is it just because of that man named Zhao Yun?" This question kept lingering in her mind, making her fall into deep thought.

Time passed by minute by minute, and finally, after a long time, Zhao Yun carefully and gently picked up Yang Mi and slowly walked to the bed. Yang Mi's soft and weak hands naturally fell on Zhao Yun's broad and solid chest, as if she had found a warm and safe harbor.

She slowly closed her charming eyes like autumn water, and slightly opened her red lips, as if a breeze was blowing through the strings of a zither, making a subtle and soft sound: "Zhao Yun... I am now a broken flower and a divorced woman. Do you really not mind my past?" Every word seemed to flow from the deepest part of her heart, carrying with it endless sorrow and self-pity.

Maybe she herself didn't even realize that she was no longer in control when she said this.

Her words were filled with a deep sense of inferiority towards the lost marriage. The sweetness and happiness of the past were shattered like a bubble, leaving behind only a heart full of wounds and indelible painful memories. At this moment, she was like a candle in the wind, so fragile that it made people feel distressed.

However, Zhao Yun held Yang Mi's snow-white, slender hands tightly. His eyes were firm and gentle, just like the warm spring sun shining on the earth. He whispered: "Do you know how many men in this world regard you as the supreme goddess in their hearts? They are so infatuated with you that they are willing to give everything for you."

Then, Zhao Yun paused for a moment and continued, "With your appearance, there are very few women in the world who can compare with you."

Yang Mi said, "For someone as outstanding as you, just a few words will attract thousands of young and beautiful female stars to accompany you."

Zhao Yun pinched her full breasts and said, "Who told you that young female stars are definitely better than you?"

Yang Mi's voice seemed to come from the bottom of a deep valley, with a hint of mystery: "Let me tell you a big secret! In fact, I have never given birth to any children!" Her words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Zhao Yun couldn't help but show surprise when he heard this, and stared at Yang Mi in front of him. Thinking back on the intimate behavior between the two just now, it was really hard to imagine that she was already a mother. You know, Zhao Yun was very familiar with Bai Bingbing, who had a son. The completely different body shape and temperament now seemed particularly clear in comparison.

Yang Mi seemed to see through Zhao Yun's thoughts, and then whispered: "Perhaps you have also seen those news reports about my ex-husband and I having a son?" Zhao Yun nodded slightly in agreement.

"However, all this is just a deal. He took a fancy to my eggs, and when the child grew up, out of concern for the negative public opinion pressure he might face in the future, we decided to announce to the public that the child was born by me." Yang Mi's tone was as calm as water, but the deep meaning contained in it was like a heavy stone pressing on Zhao Yun's heart.

Yang Mi slightly opened her red lips and continued in a slow voice: "There is no doubt that I also paid a huge price in this transaction. From then on, I will bid farewell to the freedom of being single; and that child now has a father and a mother. However, at the same time, I also gained a lot - their family generously gave me a huge investment of up to 80 million yuan! This undoubtedly brings more possibilities and opportunities to my future." There was a complex light flashing in her eyes, as if she was weighing the delicate balance between gains and losses.

"Including the late-night script incident between him and another actress, it was all planned by the two of us. It was just to make the divorce happen naturally, but the actress also received a certain amount of compensation."

Zhao Yun was so excited after hearing this. This plan was a series of links, and outsiders had no idea of ​​the inside story. He also understood why she suddenly became indifferent when Zhao Yun mentioned her marriage. It turned out that her marriage was a complete transaction.

Maybe she was really too tired, or maybe it was because she had poured out the secret deep in her heart, which made Yang Mi feel relieved. She whispered softly, as if she was talking in her sleep, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Zhao Yun quietly stared at the woman beside him, his eyes slowly moving to the snow-white ceiling above his head. His mind kept flashing through the bits and pieces of his experience with Yang Mi, and he thought to himself: "What exactly happened? Why couldn't I control my impulse at that time..."

Zhao Yun could not help but recall the words that the old Taoist said when he taught him the martial arts: "Old Taoist, you really made me suffer!" Thinking back now, those teachings that were once regarded as wise sayings are now like heavy shackles, tightly binding his heart.

"Alas, this debt of love will accumulate and become difficult to repay..." Zhao Yun sighed helplessly, with endless melancholy and regret revealing his face.

However, now that things have come to this, no amount of regret will help. The only right thing to do is to face reality bravely and work hard to find ways to solve the problem.