Chapter 1692: Chapter 1692: I Will Not Feel
Qi Ruigang suddenly stood up, taking a swift step forward to grip her throat with precision and force.
“Dying is easy. But if you die, I’ll preserve your corpse and defile it a hundred tis a day! You won’t find peace even in death!”
Mo Lan was trembling with anger: “Bastard! Beast!”
Qi Ruigang smiled wickedly: “If I don’t do so beastly things, I’d be letting down my reputation.”
As he spoke, he pushed her down with force, his strong body pressing down.
Mo Lan raised her hand to slap him, but both her hands were quickly subdued and pinned to the sides.
Qi Ruigang lowered his head and kissed her dominantly. Mo Lan struggled with muffled sounds, his kiss shadowed her movents.
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Biting hard, she pierced his lips and tongue—
“Mmm—” She groaned imdiately because Qi Ruigang also bit hers.
Mo Lan’s eyes filled with tears from the pain; she bit back, and Qi Ruigang bit again.
The tongue is the most delicate part; biting it makes it very painful.
Mo Lan feared the pain, and she dared not bite again.
Satisfied with her compromise, Qi Ruigang kissed her more deeply—
Mo Lan clenched her fist, wishing a bolt of lightning would strike down this devil!
“Lanlan… Lanlan…”
Qi Ruigang’s kisses moved to her neck, his breath unsteady and scorching…
Mo Lan spoke coldly: “Do you not feel my lack of response? Qi Ruigang, do you really prefer a corpse?”
Qi Ruigang stiffened—
Indeed, he could feel her body; she showed no response.
And with her motionless like this, she was not unlike a corpse.
Qi Ruigang was never a man driven by desire.
The previous encounter with Jian Yufei was because he was montarily interested.
However, interest is fleeting. Without it, he disdains touching any woman.
Now, he is very interested in Mo Lan; he wants to hold her, but seeing her like this, he has no desire.
He raised his head angrily, his dark eyes staring at her dangerously.
Mo Lan t his gaze coldly, her icy deanor like a splash of water extinguishing much of the heat within him.
“Really no response?” He gritted his teeth, unwilling to concede, but Mo Lan didn’t even frown.
Qi Ruigang was even more annoyed that she had no response to him.
This was undoubtedly a massive humiliation!
“I won’t feel anything, no matter how you treat , I won’t feel anything. Rember last ti at the castle? I didn’t feel anything at all.”
The night of Old Master Qi’s birthday, she cooperated with him once to steal the chip.
He was drunk then, unaware of her reaction.
Thinking about it now, she indeed had no feeling…
Qi Ruigang’s face turned livid, he withdrew his hand, sat up, his gaze like a block of ice lacking warmth.
Mo Lan hurried to straighten her clothes, her whole body still on guard.
Qi Ruigang stared at her, asking darkly: “Are you sick?”
“That’s right, I’m sick! I’m completely frigid!” Mo Lan openly admitted.
If admitting it ant he wouldn’t touch her, she didn’t mind confessing.
Others might feel inferior about their frigidity, might think it’s an illness.
But she doesn’t think so; she considers it her protective shell, and she’s glad she’s frigid.
Qi Ruigang narrowed his eyes; having a frigid wife, no matter what you do, she has no response—this is a fatal blow to any man.
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