Chapter 114 Panic
Vent all your dissatisfaction and grievances.
Since you don't want to talk about it, then venting it out like this might make you feel better.
Even as she bit down, she never used all her strength; it was a major artery, and if she broke it, the blood would gush out.
She felt a dampness on her fingertips and knew that she had reopened the wound by picking at it.
He reached out and stroked her hair, from top to bottom, as if to soothe her agitated heart.
The two embraced, her neck intertwined. She buried her face in his chest, her cheek against his neck, her teeth nibbling at his soft, white flesh, grinding against it repeatedly without killing him.
It was just a threatening gesture to frighten him.
But Duan Gan was no ordinary man; how could he possibly feel fear?
A constant thumping sound filled her ears. The two were pressed tightly together, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was her heartbeat or Duan Gan's.
Finally, she regained her senses, slowly released her mouth, and looked down at the wet teeth marks, feeling somewhat embarrassed and ashamed.
He braced himself on the bed with one hand and wrapped the other around her slender waist, occasionally stroking her back.
Without her noticing, she found herself straddling his waist and abdomen, without realizing that this was an inappropriate position.
He lowered his eyes and stared at her, his throat so dry that he couldn't help but swallow.
Her face was as white as a peach, her neck was soft and smooth, and her disheveled clothes revealed her delicate and fair collarbone. Every inch of her skin exuded an allure to him.
An unprecedented longing arose from the depths of his heart, and the blood in his body began to boil and burn all the way to his abdomen.
He was breathing heavily, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.
Tao Tao supported herself on his shoulders with both hands, slowly straightened up, and looked down at the blood-red mark on her fingertips.
"That evens things out. Who told you to spank me..."
She muttered a complaint.
"—Peach..."
"Huh?"
She looked up at him in surprise, wondering what he had just called her. Had she misheard?
But then she saw him blushing again, his eyes wet, red-rimmed, panting, his fair chest rising and falling beneath his disheveled clothes.
The large hand around her waist tightened, making her feel a little pain.
She seemed to sense something unusual beneath her, and vaguely aware of it, her fair fingers unconsciously tightening around his clothes.
The corners of her lips curved upwards almost imperceptibly.
Tao Tao tilted her head, her watery almond-shaped eyes gazing innocently at him: "Master, are you sick again?"
Master?!
She straddled him and actually called him "Master"?
Duan Gan was so agitated that he gasped for breath, looking at her with disbelief, yet a secret pleasure was brewing deep within him.
He had never seen her like this before. When she laughed, she was like a gentle and obedient little white rabbit; when she was angry, she was as fierce and fiery as a little raccoon cat, scratching people until they were covered in blood.
That unconsciously revealed innocent allure is like a little fox emerging from the snow, inexplicably tempting people to fall into its trap.
She stretched out her slender, delicate fingers and gently soothed his heaving chest, her legs pressed together, and slowly lowered her head to look at him.
With a fair and harmless face, she asked innocently and with a hint of doubt, "Are you alright, Master?"
His throat tightened, and he felt a little breathless. His cool fingertips lightly touched his burning chest, bringing a tingling and itchy sensation.
Even through the thin fabric, you can clearly feel the soft, warm, and supple texture underneath.
Seeing his disheveled state, unable to control his innocent emotions, she gave a silent, cold laugh.
But the next moment, she couldn't laugh anymore.
Suddenly everything went black, the world turned upside down, and their positions changed.
The man leaned over her, enveloping her completely, making her clothes even more disheveled, and in the dim light, her narrow waist with its beautiful lines could be vaguely seen.
His expression returned to normal, his face expressionless, but his extremely dark eyes swept over her face, burning and full of aggression.
Beneath the seemingly calm surface of the water lies a deep, turbulent, and chilling whirlpool.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
Just as she was about to push him away, his eyes flickered and he sensed her intention. He grabbed her with his large hands and pinned her to his sides.
"Duan Gan! Let me go!"
She shouted angrily.
"Why don't you call me Master? Hmm?"
He was very close, their eyes met, nose to nose, his hot breath falling on her lips.
In the dim and quiet room, the temperature in the air rose steadily, and an ambiguous atmosphere lingered between the two.
The cool, woody scent of his canaan enveloped her, making her dizzy. His deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, and his alluring face seemed capable of bewitching anyone.
The two were so close that she could clearly perceive some subtle changes during the struggle.
Her brazenness just now was because she knew he wouldn't do anything to her. He was so proud and aloof that he would never resort to force.
But now she was unsure, and couldn't quite figure out what he was thinking.
"Little Peach, you have the guts to toy with me, but not the courage to face the consequences?"
He called her so intimately, and his rhetorical questions were full of mockery and sarcasm.
"You know what I think of you, yet you dare to provoke me like this. Are you so sure I'll be a saint?"
He spoke frankly, tearing through the thin veil of secrecy without any hesitation.
She miscalculated tonight. She might as well pretend not to understand, otherwise how can they get along in the future?
Besides, what sincerity could a person like him possibly have? He holds a high position, comes from a noble family, and is a favorite of the emperor. Countless people want to curry favor with him; what hasn't he seen?
There were plenty of elegant and beautiful young women who clung to him.
Although she felt that she was unique, she was also aware of her own limitations. Here, their social status alone made them an unsuitable match.
Why should she fantasize about things she can't have? She shouldn't be bound by people, and even less by her own heart.
She might be willing to give up certain things for some benefit, but only if it's worthwhile.
Thinking this, she lowered her eyelids and pondered for a while.
Looking up again, her eyes were filled with tears and red-rimmed, and she sobbed, "Duan Gan, can you please stop? I'm scared, and my wrist hurts so much..."
"I'm sad because it's my birthday today."
When he heard her say her wrist hurt, he immediately loosened his grip a little.
Then he heard her say that it was her birthday, and he was suddenly stunned for a moment.
"Since it's your birthday, why be sad?"
"No one has ever wished me a happy birthday, and I have never received a birthday gift. I am the pillar of my family, and I have to support my mother, my younger brother, and the shop."
"But sometimes I get really tired, and I also want to be a carefree young lady."
"But there's no other way. I have to shoulder all of this. It's fine if I'm ignored on ordinary days, but today is my birthday, and I've been thinking too much, which is why I'm sad."
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