Late at night, the Genting Apartments were deathly silent.
Gu Chengyu, reeking of alcohol and the chill of the night, pushed open the door to the second bedroom.
Only a dim bedside lamp was on in the room, outlining the small, slightly raised shape on the bed.
Su Qianqian was already asleep, her long, dark hair spread out on the pillow, making her face appear even whiter and more translucent.
Her long eyelashes drooped quietly, her breathing was shallow, and she looked pure and defenseless.
Normally, if he hadn't showered or rinsed his mouth, and still smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, even if he was extremely aroused, he would restrain himself and never touch her like that, for fear of offending her.
But now...
Gu Chengyu stood by the bed, his gaze fixed intently on her sleeping face.
Alcohol and a twisted possessiveness burned in his blood.
The words "dirty" and "I don't like it" swirled in his mind like a curse, forcing him to want to use the most direct method to recklessly mark her body and cover up all the disgust and alienation that terrified him.
He ripped open his shirt and threw it carelessly on the floor, then lifted a corner of the blanket and crawled inside.
The girl's nightgown was thrown from under the covers onto the floor, her waist was lifted slightly, and then her other clothes were thrown out as well.
His large hands encircled her slender waist, his thumb pinching her lower back, while his other hand freely fondled her...
Su Qianqian frowned her delicate eyebrows, unconsciously humming and groaning, and half-opened her eyes in a daze.
When she saw the man with his head buried in his hands, her little nose wrinkled instinctively, and she mumbled softly, still slightly groggy from just waking up:
"Ugh... Ah Yu... It smells awful... It's all the smell of alcohol... Please stop..."
Before she could finish her complaint, her voice suddenly turned into a soft cry: "Ah—!"
"You find it smells bad?"
Gu Chengyu's low, husky voice rang out, filled with barely suppressed malice: "You think I'm dirty? Hmm?"
Su Qianqian was fully awake, her small hands futilely pushing against his chest, her voice trembling with tears and fear:
"Ayu, what's wrong? Don't be like this... I'm scared..."
Gu Chengyu grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, while his other hand began to act roughly, leaving finger marks.
"Now you know fear?"
"It's too late."
Tears welled up in Su Qianqian's eyes, and she frantically clutched the bed sheet beneath her.
Her skin was too delicate; how could it withstand his strength?
"No, Ayu, it hurts..." she tried to soften his heart.
However, the man did not pause at all; his hands and... became even more reckless.
It's as if he's trying to prove something, or rather, destroy something, through this method.
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The fierce storm finally subsided.
The bedroom was filled with an atmosphere of lust.
The expensive silk quilt had long since slipped to the ground in the chaos, piling up in a heap.
Gu Chengyu casually grabbed a thin blanket and threw it on Su Qianqian.
The blanket was only loosely draped over her waist and abdomen, covering nothing and revealing the ambiguous areas around her chest and thighs.
Su Qianqian lay limp on the messy bed, her body still trembling uncontrollably, like a delicate flower that had been thoroughly ravaged.
Her almond-shaped eyes were also hazy, staring unfocused at the ceiling, and she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
A tear rolled down the girl's reddened eyes, a testament to the unbearable pain she had just endured.
Gu Chengyu stood by the bed, his tall figure casting a shadow as he looked at her vulnerable state, feeling both cruel and satisfied.
She thinks he's dirty? Then she'll have to obediently lie under him and let him do this to her.
He ignored the vague discomfort in his heart, said nothing, and did not carry her to the bathroom as usual. He simply turned around indifferently and walked straight to his master bedroom.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the master bathroom.
In the second bedroom, Su Qianqian was left alone, lying there disheveled and powerless, her faint trembling lingering.
...
The atmosphere at Genting Apartments plummeted to freezing point.
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