Chapter 48 Chapter 48 "Say you are mine..."
The bright lights of the mall seemed to freeze suddenly.
The air stopped flowing, and there was a tense, almost cracking silence.
Yu Sixie stood there, a few steps away.
The color on his face had completely faded. It was not pale, but a cold, hard bluish-white.
His jawline was as taut as a bowstring, and the blood vessels beside his temples were throbbing slightly.
His eyes were first fixed on Wen Yanming's hand that had just touched the corner of Xi Tong's mouth, and his eyes seemed to want to crush that hand into powder.
Then, that gaze slowly and extremely heavily shifted towards Xitong, surging with tsunami-like shock, the pain of betrayal, and a terrible dead silence that quickly froze everything.
He didn't look at Wen Yanming; he didn't deserve even a glance. All his desire for destruction was focused squarely on Xi Tong, wanting to pierce her...
Wen Yanming met Yu Sixie's gaze and slowly stood up.
The jade-like mask on his face did not break at all, and even the corners of his lips maintained a very faint, almost innocent curve.
But those eyes that always smiled now seemed to be frozen, with an undisguised, provocative cold light.
With his chin slightly raised, Wen Yanming's posture was calm and even had a hint of pity, as if he was admiring a gorgeous firework that he had lit with his own hands.
He deliberately turned his body to the side, half blocking Xitong in a protective and more intimate posture.
Xi Tong, who was sandwiched between the two people, could clearly feel the two gazes colliding fiercely in the air, almost emitting invisible sparks.
She felt suffocated and wanted to speak, but found that her throat was strangled by the huge pressure and she couldn't make any sound.
The aroma of coffee, the whispers of conversation, and even the background music all disappeared in an instant as if sucked away by a vacuum.
This strange and tense confrontation quickly attracted the attention of everyone around.
Several girls not far away stopped taking selfies, held up their phones, and stared at these three people with extremely high looks and different temperaments, but equally eye-catching.
Their eyes roamed back and forth between Yu Sixie's cold and ascetic handsomeness, Wen Yanming's gentle and elegant delicacy, and Xi Tong's bright but pale face, and their whispers buzzed like mosquitoes.
"Oh my god... those two guys are so handsome..."
"Are you fighting over that girl?"
"The look in his eyes when he wears a black suit is so scary, but he's so handsome..."
"The other one looks so gentle, is he protecting her?"
"What kind of idol drama is this..."
Further away, some shoppers passing by also slowed down their pace, their eyes fixed on the subject.
There were mothers holding their children looking around curiously, young people in fashionable clothes showing playful expressions, and even the waiters in the cafe forgot what they were doing and watched this silent but nuclear-explosion-like scene with bated breath.
Yu Sixie was completely unaware of everything around him.
The only people left in his world were the two people opposite him, especially Wen Yanming's protective, sovereignty-declaring gesture, which completely ignited the last bit of rationality in his eyes.
The cold silence began to break apart, revealing a churning, all-consuming lava beneath.
His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, veins bulging on the back of his hands and his joints making slight crisp sounds.
Wen Yanming clearly sensed this rage.
Not only did he not retreat, the cold provocation in his eyes became even stronger.
The man took a very slight, almost imperceptible half step forward, protecting Xi Tong more thoroughly behind him, and faced Yu Sixie head-on.
His eyes seemed to say: Look, you are only hurting her, and I am protecting her.
This subtle action became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Yu Sixie's pupils suddenly constricted, and the last bit of light inside was extinguished, leaving only pure, terrifying darkness.
The aura around him became extremely dangerous, like a beast ready to tear its prey apart.
Just when he was about to take that step—
Xitong took a deep breath and finally broke free from the huge feeling of oppression.
She pushed away Wen Yanming's hand that was trying to stop her, took a step forward, and stood directly between the two men, facing Yu Sixie's gaze that almost destroyed everything.
"Yu Sixie!"
Xitong's voice was trembling slightly, yet it was very clear. "It's not what you think!"
Her intervention was like a boulder dropped into a reactor about to explode.
Yu Sixie's gaze suddenly focused on Xitong's face, the rage and pain in it almost burned her.
Wen Yanming frowned slightly and looked at Xi Tong's back. A trace of displeasure at having his plans interrupted flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper, twisted interest.
The crowd of onlookers let out a very suppressed, excited gasp.
The nuclear explosion has not yet happened.
But the fuse has been completely lit.
The breath of destruction permeates every inch of the air.
…
The black Cullinan rushed into the basement of the Yu Mansion at an almost furious speed, and the sharp sound of brakes tore out a harsh echo in the confined space.
The car door was pushed open and slammed shut.
Yu Sixie grabbed Xitong's wrist with such force that it almost crushed her bones, and dragged her to an independent enclosed car wash room in the corner of the basement without any explanation.
The sensor light suddenly lit up, and cold white light poured down, illuminating the sports car covered with car cover and sharp lines in the center, as well as the cold metal tool walls and high-pressure water guns around it.
The air was filled with the faint smell of car wash and rubber.
"What are you doing! Yu Sixie! Let me go!" Xi Tong struggled, her wrist was pinched so hard that it hurt, and anger burned in her eyes.
The man suddenly pressed her against the cold hood of the sports car, and the car cover made a dull sound of friction.
Yu Sixie placed his arms on both sides of Xitong's body, trapping her in a small space. His chest heaved violently, and in his eyes was a storm that had not yet subsided, as well as another deeper, darker emotion.
"That female student," Xi Tong spoke first, her voice strained with anger and oppression, "Xue Ying. You funded her just because of that face that looked like mine before?"
Yu Sixie's pupils shrank, and confusion filled the depths of his eyes: "You let Wen Yanming touch you just because of an insignificant person?!"
He growled, his breath hot on her face.
"It doesn't matter?" Xi Tong sneered, trying to push him away, but it didn't move him at all. "The way she looked at you! She called me 'sister'! Can't you feel it?!"
"The foundation supports hundreds of people! It's just work!" Yu Sixie gritted his teeth and tried to explain, but Xi Tong's distrust was like fuel to the fire. "I haven't even taken a close look at what she looks like!"
"You haven't seen it?" Xi Tong asked sharply, her eyes full of sarcasm and hurt. "Then tell me, why did it have to be her?! Why do they look so similar?!"
"Coincidence!" He growled, veins popping out on his forehead. "Xitong, have some sense!"
"I'm unreasonable?"
Xi Tong turned her head abruptly, avoiding Yu Sixie's intense gaze, her chest heaving with emotion. "Okay, even if I'm being unreasonable. What about you? What did you see? Are you sure there's something going on between Wen Yanming and me?"
"I saw his hand! It was on your face!"
Yu Sixie's voice was hoarse. That image was like a poisonous insect gnawing at his sanity. "You didn't dodge!"
"He did it on purpose—" Xitong tried to explain.
"Why can he do it 'on purpose'?!"
Yu Sixie interrupted abruptly, slamming his fist into the hood of the car next to Xitong's ear with a dull, terrifying thud. "Why did you give him the chance to get close to you?! What were you talking about? About me? To the point where he had to touch me?!"
"We didn't talk about anything!"
She was completely infuriated by the suspicion in his words and blurted out, "So what if we talked? Aren't you too busy admiring your 'masterpiece'? Finding a younger version of me to fill the void and control I've felt for seven years after breaking up?!"
This sentence completely ignited the final fuse.
The last glimmer of rationality in Yu Sixie's eyes disappeared.
Instead, there is a red, violent desire for possession and destruction.
"My control urge?"
He suddenly pressed down, his body pressed tightly against hers. Through the thin clothes, they could feel each other's hot body temperature and strong heartbeats.
His knees forcefully pushed her legs apart, pinning her firmly to the cold hood of the car.
"Then I'll show you what true control is."
He no longer tried to explain, nor did he listen to any excuses.
Language is pale and powerless at this moment, leaving only the most primitive and brutal possession and confirmation.
"Yu Sixie! You bastard! Let me go!" Xi Tong struggled in fear, kicking and hitting him with her hands and feet.
But he easily clamped her hands, one hand firmly clasped on the hood above her head, and the other hand roughly stroked her waist, through the fabric, with a punishing force, all the way up.
“Hmm…”
Xitong cried out in pain, but what she felt more was a terrible tremor and a reaction against her will aroused by this forced measure.
The man's kiss was not a gentle touch, but a fierce bite, a bloody plunder, blocking all her unspoken curses and protests.
The tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, searching wantonly, swallowing her breath and whimpers.
Xi Tong struggled hard at first, leaving red marks on Yu Sixie's arm with her nails.
But the man's strength was absolutely overwhelming, his aura was everywhere, carrying a familiar yet now extremely dangerous smell.
The hem of her skirt was pushed up, and the cold air touched her skin, causing goose bumps, which were then covered by his hot palm.
"No...Yu Sixie...you can't..."
Xitong's protests were incoherent, but her body was trembling slightly as if in betrayal... and wet.
He noticed it.
A low, hoarse, almost triumphant yet extremely painful sneer escaped from his throat.
"I can't?"
His deep voice, wrapped in hot breath, rubbed the most sensitive skin behind her ear. Every word seemed to carry an electric current. "Every inch of your trembling is betraying your cold rejection, Xitong."
The crisp sound of metal buckles clashing was particularly harsh in the confined space, like the beginning of a ritual. Then came the subtler but more startling sound of fabric rubbing against each other and the rustling of teeth sliding apart.
A sense of overwhelming foreboding seized upon her, mingled with a dark excitement that made her shudder.
The world spun, her vision was shattered, and a cold, finely textured touch pressed against her cheek. A hand was firmly fixed on her lower back, like a branding iron, holding her in a submissive position from which there was no escape.
…
Xitong had a very long dream.
Everything in the dream was turbulent.
The battering ram forged from the heart of the giant tree, carrying the weight of the stars, strikes the chaotic city-state where even moonlight cannot penetrate, again and again.
The impact was heavy and precise. Each penetration was like a silent question of thunder, a violent declaration of territory.
The fairy of dreams attempted to use the pure, unquestionable laws of physics to resist all the unpleasant vines and whispers growing in the shadows. It could only choose to endure the clear, chiseled pain to drown out the more terrifying flickering phosphorescent suspicions.
The battering ram and the fairy of dreams are not incompatible, but it seems that only through this most brutal method can they confirm the absolute reality of each other's existence at this moment, and nail the focus that is constantly dispersing and trying to escape to the sky elsewhere back to this trembling earth.
…
The confined space becomes sticky.
The air was filled with the wet sound of collisions, heavy breathing that was almost painful, and the subtle but frightening groans of metal bearing weight.
Cold light streams down from above, casting the shadows of two tense, wrestling bodies on the cold wall opposite—a twisted, turbulent abstract painting filled with primal tension, staging a silent war of possession and resistance.
Yu Sixie leaned down, his chest pressed against Xitong's back, their hot sweat mixing together.
His teeth bit the back of her neck, leaving his mark, and he commanded in her ear in a hoarse and broken voice:
"Say you're mine..."
"explain!"
Xitong bit her lower lip, resisting the overwhelming pleasure and humiliation. Tears silently slid down her face, mixing into her mouth with a salty and bitter taste.
She hates him.
Hate his distrust.
Hate his coercion.
I hate myself even more for the uncontrollable and shameful decline of my body in this rough possession.
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