Song Zhe suddenly pulled Chen Xiaoru into the room, slammed the door shut, and bolted it.
"Let me out!"
Chen Xiaoru said coldly, her voice piercing like ice.
Song Zhe acted as if he hadn't heard her. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, so tightly that he almost wanted to rub her into his body. He buried his head in her neck, his voice hoarse: "Xiao Ru, don't go. What will I do if you leave? You are my wife!"
"I'm not your wife! Show me some respect! We have nothing in common!"
Chen Xiaoru's voice was still hard, like a piece of stone, and no matter how hard you tried to warm it up, it wouldn't warm up.
Song Zhe's body stiffened slightly. He raised his head, his eyes full of hurt and unwillingness. He didn't want to listen to her heartless words.
He cupped her face, gently stroking her soft lips with his thumb, and then, without any warning, lowered his head and kissed her. Chen Xiaoru was caught off guard, her eyes wide as copper bells, staring straight at his enlarged handsome face.
Song Zhe's lips were a little cool, yet like a fire, igniting something deep in her heart. He sucked her lips gently, as if he was tasting the most delicious delicacy in the world.
After a long time, Song Zhe reluctantly let go of her lips, his voice very hoarse: "Xiao Ru, close your eyes."
Chen Xiaoru's face flushed red, like a ripe apple. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like little fans.
Song Zhe looked at her well-behaved appearance, and his heart softened. He lowered his head again and kissed the red lips that had haunted him.
This time, Chen Xiaoru didn't stand there stiffly. Instead, she responded to him awkwardly, her hands slowly wrapping around his waist. The two of them kissed passionately in the room, as if they wanted to melt each other in this passionate kiss.
It was unknown how long it took before Song Zhe finally let go of her lips and held her tightly, as if he was holding a treasure that had been lost and found again. He whispered in her ear, his voice so gentle that it could drip water:
"Xiao Ru, please don't leave. If you leave, my heart will feel like it's being scratched by a cat. It's so painful! I know, I know you must think I'm crazy, but I just can't help it! Ever since you came back that day, I've seen you again. I feel like you've become a different person. The more I look at you, the more I miss you. If I don't see you for a day, my heart will feel empty, like I've lost my soul!"
"Song Zhe, I..."
Chen Xiaoru was flustered by his sudden confession and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Xiao Ru, stay with me, I will protect you, okay?"
There was a hint of pleading in Song Zhe's voice, as if he was afraid that she would refuse.
"No, I still want to leave."
Chen Xiaoru took a deep breath, pushed Song Zhe away, took two steps back, looked at him firmly, and said in a voice with unquestionable determination, "Give me the indenture."
Song Zhe's face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm. He stared at Chen Xiaoru intently and said through gritted teeth:
"I don't care how you got to me, now you are my woman, Song Zhe! Don't even think about running away in this life. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will catch you back!"
He took a sudden step forward, stretched out his long arms, and once again held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
Song Zhe lowered his head and tightly blocked her mouth, chewing and biting her like a little wolf, not giving her a chance to breathe.
After a long time, Song Zhe slowly let her go, her sweet scent still lingering between his lips and teeth.
His hands were still tightly gripping Chen Xiaoru's slender waist, as if he was afraid she would disappear like a gust of wind. He lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, his hot breath spraying on her face. His voice was low and hoarse, with a bewitching power:
"Xiao Ru, don't leave me. I can't leave you. I will handle this matter. Believe me, okay?"
Chen Xiaoru snuggled in his arms, listening to the "thump thump" sound coming from his chest, one after another, steady and powerful.
The pleasant aroma of soapberry mixed with the faint smell of sweat on his body wrapped her tightly, causing a sour feeling in the softest part of her heart. She sighed softly:
"Your sister is right. I'm just a country girl who can't read or write. I'm not worthy of you. You should find someone better, someone with a family background comparable to yours."
"I don't care. Since you've seen my body, you belong to me, Song Zhe."
Song Zhe started to act like a rogue, tightening his arms even more, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
Chen Xiaoru was amused by his childish behavior and wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. She shook her head helplessly:
"Song Zhe, stop it. We're really not suitable. I can't read a single word, and you're going to be a high-ranking official in the future. You'll be laughed at by your peers."
"I don't care!" Song Zhe's voice was hard. "Why would I care so much? I just know that I cherish you and I just want to be with you. That's enough!"
"You...you are like a blockhead, refusing to listen to anything I say!"
There was a hint of annoyance in Chen Xiaoru's voice, but more of helplessness.
Song Zhe lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, his hot breath spraying on her face, he said domineeringly:
"Xiao Ru, remember this, you belong to me, Song Zhe, for the rest of your life. No one can take you away from me, not even you!"
Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head again and captured her lips. This time, the kiss was no longer as gentle and lingering as before, but rather carried a violent and aggressive force, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Chen Xiaoru was dizzy from his kiss, her head was spinning, and she could only passively endure his passion.
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