Chapter 20 (First published on Jinjiang Literature City)
Chapter Twenty
The carriage sped forward, the curtains swaying in the wind, the light and shadow flickering, and the occasional scent of fresh grass and the damp smell of the salty lake drifted in on the breeze, filling the room.
The carriage was dark, and the walls were so cramped that people couldn't even stand up straight.
Lin Rong curled up in the corner, covered by Pei Zan, and could only endure his actions against the narrow corner of the car wall.
Lin Rong felt Pei Zan lower his head and shower her with a torrent of kisses.
She was a little scared, like a drowning person instinctively reaching for a piece of driftwood that had drifted ashore.
Therefore, she grasped Pei Zan's arm. Through the thin, soft silk robe, the man's strong and powerful arm trembled in her palm, revealing firm bones and well-defined muscles.
This was Lin Rong's first encounter with Pei Zan. In her memory, the young master had always been like a Buddha, aloof from the world, unconcerned with worldly affairs, arrogant and cold-hearted.
But now, he's lowered his head and kissed her... It's so strange.
Lin Rong was both shocked and frightened, her heart trembling, unsure of how to react; she even forgot to struggle.
Lin Rong tried her best to endure Pei Zan's intimacy.
His lips were thin and cool; when we first touched, we could feel the fine lines between them.
The strong sandalwood scent wafted in, making Lin Rong feel dizzy and lightheaded.
She seemed to be immersed in this honey fragrance, the broth simmering and boiling, until her clothes and skin were imbued with that unique, cool scent that belonged only to Pei Zan.
Lin Rong leaned against the car wall, with no way out. The tall, imposing man stood in front of her, cupping her face and forcing her to look up and accept his kiss.
Lin Rong's lip was bitten, but it didn't hurt, only itched. The itch made it hard for her to breathe, and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she opened her mouth to breathe.
But the moment Lin Rong opened her mouth, something soft probed into her lip cavity and wandered along her teeth.
It was Pei Zan's boiling tongue.
Lin Rong tasted Pei Zan's flavor.
He seized every opportunity to lick and kiss her, sucking so deeply and so tenderly.
Before Lin Rong could react, Pei Zan had her delicate tongue inside his mouth, hooking and entwining it tightly.
His saliva mingled with hers, their soft flesh rubbing against each other, pressing closer and closer, sucking until her tongue felt numb and sore.
Lin Rong had never experienced such a surge of emotion before, and she always felt that Pei Zan was trying to force things...
But upon closer examination of Pei Zan's actions these past few days...
He had already pulled it out when he delivered the tea that day, and he pulled it all the way out.
Lin Rong has nothing left to lose.
But she still felt a chill run down her spine when she was near a bloodthirsty person like Pei Zan.
Lin Rong was pinned down in the shadows, barely able to breathe, her scalp tingling and her hair standing on end.
Pei Zan disliked her dodging and instead inserted his long, cold, hard fingers into the black hair behind her head.
The man's palm pressed down forcefully on the back of her neck, gently grinding and pushing, the movements subtle, creating an illusion of tenderness.
It's unclear whether it was deception or deliberate manipulation.
Pei Zan was actually inexperienced in matters of the heart, but as the saying goes, men are naturally more adept at such things.
He is self-taught.
This is also a flaw unique to human beings.
Lin Rong was unaware of this, and she thought that Pei Zan's ease in handling the situation meant he was a seasoned expert.
It's terrifying to think about, but that absurd affair happened when Lin Rong was a slave. Pei Zan held a high position and was powerful, and he was able to bully his subordinates. Lin Rong had no choice but to comply.
She endured the pain as Pei Zan tore open her underpants, feeling helpless and humiliated.
She accepted her fate and knew she had to go through this ordeal.
For Lin Rong, her first time was torture, a punishment... but she could still accept it psychologically.
Kissing and sex are possible. The facts are different.
The two kissed, their lips and teeth intertwined, their blood and bones mingling, a truly intimate moment.
Their relationship wasn't close enough for them to be so intimate, like the ferry crossing.
Lin Rong's cheeks ached, her lower abdomen felt bloated, and she felt scared, with an uncontrollable shiver running down her knees.
Lin Rong opened her eyes blankly. She saw that her breath was mingling with his, and that she and Pei Zan were tightly intertwined, like two snakes entwined together.
Lin Rong was afraid, but she had to obey.
She softened, and the hatred, anger, and resentment that had been surging in her chest dissipated completely.
Lin Rong became a paper tiger soaked in water, her morale completely gone, and Pei Zan quickly discovered her true colors.
Lin Rong was covered in sweat, her body was damp, and her chin was almost wet with saliva.
Just as she was almost out of breath, Pei Zan finally satisfied and released her cherry lips.
A fair, delicate hand brushed aside the wet hair that covered her face, forcing Lin Rong to look up helplessly, gazing at him with her innocent, bewildered almond-shaped eyes.
Lin Rong was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she was in a daze. Her mind was a complete mess, but when she looked up, Pei Zan was still the same as before. His hair was neatly tied up with a hairpin, his phoenix eyes were clear and indifferent, and his eyebrows were sharp and intimidating... Only his clothes were disheveled, with a few wrinkles that Lin Rong had scratched out.
There was nothing else.
He was so calm, as pure and unblemished as jade, as serene and composed as snow on a mountain peak.
Pei Zan was still the same male Bodhisattva statue placed on the altar.
However, this statue was no longer merciful; its gold leaf shattered, its holy appearance collapsed, and hideous, gruesome flesh and blood emerged, a truly horrifying sight.
Lin Rong was a little confused. She thought Pei Zan kissed her because he was attracted to her, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
Pei Zan's indifferent expression... seemed to be toying with Lin Rong; he only wanted to see Lin Rong become confused by desire and emotion.
Perhaps sensing Lin Rong's confusion, Pei Zan slightly curled the corners of his lips and said ambiguously, "I just wanted to give it a try."
"Young Master... I don't understand." Lin Rong took the initiative to show weakness.
She knew Pei Zan harbored murderous intent at any moment, and since she had to feign compliance, she couldn't easily provoke him.
Pei Zan looked at her slightly swollen lips from the kiss, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if wanting her to understand, and leaned down again to kiss her.
Lin Rong's almond-shaped eyes widened instantly; she finally understood what Pei Zan was testing.
He wanted to try the dirty things that ordinary people do.
He wanted to test whether those sexual encounters were truly as pleasurable as people said.
He only ever used Lin Rong. He treated Lin Rong as a plaything in the palm of his hand. He didn't mind that she was dirty, so of course he wanted to make the most of her... and bully her without any effort!
Lin Rong regretted her sharp tongue; she had to ask that unnecessary question.
When she was trapped in Pei Zan's arms, she was burned by the boiling hot iron.
Pei Zan was tempted, and the thought wouldn't easily be quelled.
Lin Rong felt stiff all over. She remembered that she had been bleeding a little this morning and had even put on a menstrual pad inside her underwear.
Lin Rong was filled with shame. Her face flushed, she closed her eyes and said, "I... I've had my period... I'm afraid I can't serve the young master."
Pei Zan understood, but he did not insist on going inside.
The carriage fell silent.
Lin Rong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had escaped a disaster.
But the next moment, his belt came loose.
Lin Rong felt his cold, slender fingers moving down her waist...
Lin Rong trembled with shock, at a loss for what to do.
Until Pei Zan gently ground it over and handed it to her, showing her the freshly stained scarlet blood.
"You didn't lie to me."
Lin Rong watched as Pei Zan calmly recounted the matter, and noticed that the hand he used for writing and painting had actually touched upon such a private matter…
At this moment, Lin Rong's rationality finally exploded with a thunderous roar.
Her head was buzzing, her eyes were numb, and her cheeks were burning. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Lin Rong had never seen anything like this in all her life!
...Pei Zan is not a kind and benevolent bodhisattva at all; he is clearly an unreasonable madman!
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