Chapter 102 might make you die in bed.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little breathless. It seemed that she had really said what she had said in her dream.
She dared not make a sound. Although she could not see Fu Yungui's face clearly, she knew that his face must be filled with anger.
"Bian Xi?"
Men couldn't help but scoff when they heard the name.
I haven't heard that annoying name in a long time.
The face that kept appearing in his mind was becoming increasingly unpleasant to him.
Is he really that good?
"So good that you can't forget him even in your nightmares?"
No, I didn't.
Momo firmly denied it. The face in her dream was indeed Bian Xi's, but Bian Xi would never do such a thing. He would never do such a thing. Only Fu Yungui would do something to hurt others.
"No?" The man found it amusing, got up and walked towards the bedside, his face as cold as ice.
Momo was filled with fear. She wrapped herself in the blanket and backed away until she reached the head of the bed.
The man turned on the light, his eyes fixed on her with utter indifference.
"Huang Momo, are you too naive, or do I look like I'm easy to fool?"
"Do I look like a fucking idiot?!"
As he spoke, the enraged man grabbed her by the neck and pulled her directly out of the blanket.
Momo was forced to kneel on the bed by his pulling on her legs. She struggled as she clung tightly to his hand that was choking her neck.
"Fu..." The girl's voice was swallowed up in her throat before she could even call out his name.
Her face turned bright red, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.
She reached out to try to pry his fingers open, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge them. Undeterred, Momo then tried to pinch the ring on his ring finger.
She wanted the ring to dig into his flesh and cause him pain, so she could force him to let go.
Unfortunately, this slight pain was nothing compared to being bitten by an ant.
The man released her hand and instead grabbed her chin.
Momo was instantly able to breathe again. She tried to catch her breath, which she had been holding for a long time, but she was still forced to look up at him.
That handsome face was filled with aloofness and indifference, making you feel like it could kill you at any moment.
"I advise you not to test my bottom line again."
"Otherwise, I might do something to you."
"It might kill you in bed," the man said with a chuckle. "Anyway, it'll save me a bullet."
Momo remained silent. She didn't want to make any more futile struggles. No matter what she said at that moment, the man, who was in a fit of rage, wouldn't listen to a single word.
Suddenly, the man's phone, which was on the cabinet, rang.
Momo seemed to see this as a lifeline.
Fu Yungui glanced at it, then let go without hesitation, grabbed his constantly vibrating phone, and slammed the door shut as he left.
Momo lay limp on the bed, motionless.
Her pajamas had slipped halfway off her shoulders, but she didn't care and just sat there blankly.
Until dawn.
Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room.
Wendy's visit brought her back to reality; she changed her clothes and went downstairs to open the door.
"Miss Momo, I've come to check on your injury."
Momo returned to her usual self, looking well-behaved as if nothing had happened.
She smiled at Wendy. "Dr. Wendy, thank you for coming all this way. I'm feeling much better."
Wendy put down the medicine box. "Let's take a look. Mr. Pason messaged me last night saying your injury is healing too slowly and asked me to prescribe some new medicine."
“His attitude was a bit off,” Wendy said with a smile. “He was practically calling me a quack.”
“But he did it because he cares about you,” Wendy added.
Momo gave a perfunctory smile. She remembered that Fu Yungui had said something like that last night, but she didn't expect him to take action so quickly. She thought he had just mentioned it casually.
She knew that Wendy was also acting under orders, and she wouldn't be able to explain herself if she didn't complete the task. Thinking this way, she stopped saying anything to refuse.
She immediately went upstairs to have her checked.
This time she was conscious, and even though it was a female doctor, Momo still felt embarrassed.
After all, the injured area is a very private place.
Fortunately, Wendy noticed her embarrassment and quickly helped her put on her clothes after only a few glances.
"The injury hasn't fully healed yet. Let me try changing your dressing," Wendy said, heading to the first-aid kit.
Momo straightened her clothes and got out of bed. "Thank you, Dr. Wendy."
Wendy smiled and shook her head, then handed over the medicine, saying, "It's nothing."
Looking at this gentle and polite girl, Wendy couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Thinking about the suffering she endured before makes me angry.
These lousy men only care about their own pleasure in bed, completely disregarding their partners' well-being. In the end, it's always the women who get hurt, while they get away with nothing.
"It's best to apply this medicine several times a day; it will help it heal faster," Wendy couldn't help but remind her.
Momo nodded and placed the medicine on the table. "I've got it."
"Okay." Wendy closed the first-aid kit and prepared to leave. "If you have any questions, you can call me or come to Building 1 to find me."
Momo nodded obediently as before.
Wendy came downstairs, and Momo saw her off. Just as Wendy reached the door and hadn't even stepped out, Momo suddenly called out to her again.
"Dr. Wendy..."
Wendy immediately turned around, smiled at her, and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Momo clenched her hands, hesitant, feeling a little embarrassed to ask.
But she also needs to understand.
Wendy noticed her shyness and hesitation, and smiled gently, "It's alright, Miss Momo, just tell me if you have any questions. I won't tell anyone."
“Including Mr. Passon,” she added.
Momo knew she had misunderstood. She wasn't afraid Momo would tell on her. "That's not what I meant..." She was just a little embarrassed to ask.
Wendy pulled her to sit down on the sofa next to her.
"Are you trying to ask me how to prevent pregnancy?" Wendy asked directly.
Momo was taken aback and immediately looked up at her. "How did you know?"
Wendy smiled. "I can tell that you are not acting voluntarily in this relationship with Mr. Pason; in fact, you are quite resistant to it."
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been hurt so badly the first time,” Wendy said confidently.
To be honest, she only saw such lacerations in rape cases. How could normal sex be so rough, especially the first time?
Even the least gentle man will try to be gentle with the one he loves, instead of letting her get hurt like this.
That's not normal.
When Momo heard her say that, her nose tingled slightly, as if she had finally found someone who understood her.
At this moment, her eyes were filled with not only gratitude but also surprise as she looked at Wendy.
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