What did she want?!
She wanted freedom, did he give it to her?
She wanted to pursue her dreams, did he let her go for it?
She wanted a warm ho, to have her mother alive, her father to return, could he provide that?
...
Raising her uninjured left hand, Luo Xiaoqian yanked down the zipper of her jacket.
"Co on."
Emotionlessly spitting out two words, she turned her face to the side.
Wasn’t her body what he wanted?!
Watching her expressionless, like lifeless, small face, Leng Zimo’s heart felt as if it had been heavily punched, abruptly contracting and then starting to ache dully.
No!
That wasn’t what he wanted!
"What I want isn’t like this!"
Releasing her, Leng Zimo growled.
"Is that so?" Luo Xiaoqian turned to face him, looked into his eyes as dark as the night, and suddenly smiled, "Right, what you want indeed isn’t like this!"
He had said that he didn’t want a corpse.
Raising her hand, she shed the jacket from her body, stepped forward, stood in front of him, and began to unbutton his shirt, one by one, then steadied his face with her hand, smiling as she looked up at him.
"Is it like this?"
She tried hard to smile, a smile so seductive, yet so false—he could see right through her instantly.
Leng Zimo lifted his hand to swat her hand away, "Go upstairs!"
His mood was terrible at the mont, and he knew his temper; he was already trying to control himself.
That night, she had suffered so many injuries, endured so much grievance, he didn’t want to hurt her further.
"Not like this?!" Luo Xiaoqian took a step forward, raised her arms to encircle his neck, pressed her body tightly against his, and brought her lips close to his, "Then is it like this?"
Leng Zimo frowned, "Enough!"
"This is enough?" she said with a smile, tiptoeing and gently licking his lips like a cat, "Or do you want to do it like this?"
...
...
He held her so tight, almost as though he was going to crush her bones, as if trying to ld her into his marrow.
She was almost unable to breathe, naturally powerless to resist; she could only let him do as he pleased, reduced to re gasps for air.
For a long ti.
It was only when she was almost suffocating that Leng Zimo, gasping for breath, finally released her, pressing her against the wall as he bit and gnawed her delicate neck like a wild beast.
"Luo Xiaoqian, you are mine, without my permission, you must never leave , you mustn’t..."
Luo Xiaoqian, oh Luo Xiaoqian, she had no idea, she was his poison, just a little was enough to easily make him lose control.
She endured the pain, letting him bite, not moving at all, only involuntarily shrinking back when he accidentally touched her injured hand, unable to help drawing a sharp breath of cold air.
Because Luo Xiaoqian kept her body stiff without any reaction, this slight movent appeared particularly conspicuous.
Feeling the odd motion in Luo Xiaoqian’s body, Leng Zimo suddenly snapped out of it.
Lifting his face from her neck, staring at Luo Xiaoqian’s already bruised face, Leng Zimo’s brows furrowed tightly.
"Did I hurt you?"
Damn, how could he do such a thing to her at this ti!
Leng Zimo, you really should die!
You wanted to comfort her, didn’t you? How could it turn out like this, you fool!
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face away, silent.
Taking a deep breath to suppress the turbulent emotions inside him, Leng Zimo carefully picked her up in his arms and slowly walked up the stairs, placing her on the bed.
Luo Xiaoqian, assuming he wanted to continue upstairs, turned her face to the other side and closed her eyes, a look of resignation on her face.
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