Don't make me angry

ut any longer. With the adults gone, playing just wasn't fun anymore. They were playing too loudly and making a ruckus, trying to get the adults' attention. So, the two youngsters decided unanimously..."Have you taken a bath"

Lowering his head, he sniffed her fragrance, a question in his eyes but unspoken.

His eyes, like electricity, swept over her delicate body, scanning meticulously as if searching for some evidence of wrongdoing. Her skin bore the marks of his touch: blue, purple, and red bruises, each a testament to his kisses. He was always fierce in bed, favoring her gentle, alluring, and tender flesh, leaving behind undeniable marks of possession with every careless stroke.

Wherever his gaze fell, her skin would burn. She couldn't stand being naked and lying there while he stared at her with such intensity. It made her feel humiliated, degraded, almost worse than a prostitute!

As a teardrop rolled down her cheek, she whispered incoherently, "Turn off the lights! ... Turn off the lights!"

He seemed not to hear, as if some unknown thing had made his heart cold and hard. He watched her sobbing, forcefully turning her over, checking her smooth back with the sharpness of a hawk.

He only relaxed a little when he found nothing out of place on her. Then, taking advantage of her position, he deeply claimed her from behind.

"Uh..."

She hummed softly, her sobs catching in her throat.

His hot body instantly covered hers. He leaned down, pressing against her small ear and murmured, "You belong to me now. Don't ever let me see you with another man again!"

She tensed instantly, eliciting a low groan from him as his breathing grew ragged. Half-crouching over her, he reached out to undo the leather straps binding her hands.

Her hands were free, but unable to resist. She could only clutch the pillow, enduring his wild assault.

His movements were aggressive, each one as if venting some pent-up rage. Her face was nearly soaked with tears, yet there wasn't a shred of mercy in his eyes...

The clouds had parted and the rain stopped, she was unusually lucid in the midst of the tempestuous waves of desire. The room throbbed with humid heat, a mixture of their sweat evaporated from their bodies, the faint scent of alcohol, and that unique aroma after intimacy. Her skin felt clammy, uncomfortably so. She half-closed her eyes, breathing heavily, bearing the weight he had settled on her.

He regulated his breath, each ragged gasp landing softly on her ear. Afraid to crush her, he rolled over and got off of her.

She moved, enduring the aches all over her body. She turned half her body and curled herself slightly, like a small shrimp bowing. Startling black hair was scattered messily, covering half of her damp face. Tears still hung at the corners of her eyes, slowly drying in the heat, revealing a trace of withering after being broken...

Unlike the previous heated discussion, the suddenly silent room left people feeling awkward. Each person’s breath was clearly audible, one after another, long and short, but it was unclear who was responding to whom!

The soft bed moved slightly, and he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

After a while, the light in the bathroom turned on, followed by the sound of running water, probably him washing up.

She slowly brought her hand to her mouth, clenching it into a fist, pressing against her lips, allowing herself to indulge in tears just a little while he was away. But these choked sobs were only allowed to stay trapped in her throat, unable to escape...

Soon, the sound of water stopped and he came out. She blinked frantically, forcing back tears, and slowed her breathing, acting as if she didn't exist. She thought he would lie down beside her, letting the night pass, but instead, he leaned slightly, picking her up. She struggled weakly, yet resolutely.

He didn't care, he carried her into the bathroom and placed her in the bathtub that was already filled with water. He came in himself and wiped her clean.

She dodged. "I'll do it myself!"

He turned a deaf ear to it.

Her body was battered after the intense battle, soft and weak, barely with any strength left. In front of this man whose physique was monstrously powerful, she had no chance whatsoever. She could only watch helplessly as he controlled and toyed with her body.

After washing up, he roughly dried her with a towel, then carried her back to bed and began rummaging through things on the bedside table.

She was already curled up in the bed, but he pulled her hands out from under the thin blanket. A cool sensation mixed with a faint sting traveled up her wrists. She finally couldn't hold back and opened her eyes to see him carefully applying medicine to her wrist. Though the time spent bound by the belt was short, because she kept trying to break free, the skin on both of her wrists inevitably became scratched.

His tenderness at this moment, compared to his previous ferocity, was like heaven and earth!

The warm light illuminated his face, erasing all traces of his previous rage. She blinked, her nose stinging slightly, and admitted that she didn't see through him. Maybe, it wasn't necessary to see through him at all. After all, their interactions were limited to these few days. Once this week was over, she would have to leave.

The heart, as if it should find solace when thinking of this week's end, instead feels a strange and inexplicable pang.

She sniffed, and he noticed. He looked up at her, his handsome face contorted with anger, his dark eyes unreadable, taking on a new depth.

"I don't like you being with other men. From now on, don't make me angry anymore!"

A hoarse voice, tinged with a faint tenderness, in this already enchanting amber light, held a kind of silent comfort, or perhaps one could say, a yielding flavor. It allowed her grievances to suddenly flow out like a burst floodgate, sobs erupting one after another, as if tearing her very soul apart.

"I didn't... I didn't want to deal with him... But... I thought he was sent by you to take me back... So I got in the car... Later I found out it wasn't true... But I couldn't get out... I said I wanted to go back to the hotel... But my stomach started growling... So he took me to eat... I ate frantically... Wanting to get back as soon as possible... And then I met you..."

Tears, like dropped pearls, slid from the corner of her eyes. She felt ashamed of herself and immediately reached out with her pale hand to cover her face.

The surging emotions, the overwhelming grievance, couldn't hold back her tears and sobs. The romantic bedside lamp, already dim, shone on her thin face, making it look pale and tear-streaked, a picture of sadness! Yet she stubbornly covered her eyes that kept shedding tears, not letting him see. All one could see was her delicate white hand, where tears incessantly flowed in patches. This vulnerability to the extreme, yet with the stubbornness to hide it from others, simply broke one's heart.

Rong Ling sighed softly, put down the ointment, turned off the bedside lamp, got into bed, and pulled her into his arms. He forcefully pulled down her hand that was wiping away tears, and in the darkness, accurately caught her eyes, gently kissing them, little by little, kissing away her tears.

"Sleep... I know everything… Don't blame yourself, sleep..."

This way, it made Lin Meng feel a little better. His gentle and caring demeanor also soothed the pain in her heart slightly. As he kissed her softly, she gradually stopped crying. Before falling asleep, she could still faintly hear his hoarse and soft murmurs in her ear――

"Sleep now... sleep..."

Like the comfort of parents, and like a lullaby before sleep, one after another, yet she had never experienced it. Suddenly, her heart softened, and at the same time felt full. All her grievances seemed to be able to dissipate...

ps: As for the heroine's character, she is a soft-hearted person who overcomes adversity gradually and grows stronger! ^_^

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