"fine."
Chu Wuyang spoke quickly,
Jian Zhou seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief and quickly persuaded the people gathered in the corridor to disperse.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and gently knocked on the door.
"Yangyang, why don't you... go home first?"
"My friend just called and said something came up and he'll come tomorrow."
He paused,
"Don't worry, I can still move around with the help of crutches."
Before Chu Wuyang could speak,
Jingmin then lowered his head and kissed him.
His kiss was devoid of any tenderness, carrying an undisguised possessiveness.
One after another,
It fell on her lips, cheeks, and neck like raindrops, dense and rapid.
Just a wall away, Jian Zhou was still standing there.
The door wasn't even locked.
Chu Wuyang's heart pounded wildly, yet she dared not make a sudden movement to kick him.
She could only pound on the man's back.
Trying to make him stop
But he seemed to sense her nervousness.
They became even more unscrupulous.
He knew all her sensitive spots.
A pair of hands, like matches to ignite a flame, roamed over her smooth skin, each touch seeming to set her ablaze.
Her body trembled slightly and arched upwards due to a physiological reaction.
But this also makes it easier for men to commit crimes.
Jing Min was clearly very satisfied with her reaction.
A dim and tranquil space.
He chuckled softly, a smug, ambiguous smugness hidden in his laughter.
A woman's body is indeed more honest than her words.
The tension and anxiety that had been building in Chu Wuyang's heart suddenly snapped.
The body's uncontrolled reactions nowadays
This intensified her deep self-loathing.
She was disappointed by his utterly immoral and despicable behavior, and disgusted by his unscrupulous methods of coercion.
But ironically, in his precise and skillful touch,
She was uncontrollably teased and pleased.
That contradictory sense of being torn apart,
It was as if she herself had been torn in two from the inside out.
Both physically and mentally, she had reached her limit.
Chu Wuyang kept her eyes tightly closed, her whole body trembling.
Her hands gripped Jing Min's shoulders tightly, her nails digging deep into his flesh.
"hiss!"
The man let out a low gasp, his voice tinged with a mixture of pain and pleasure in his soft moan.
Jian Zhou paused outside the door.
The cane slammed to the ground, striking the tiles with a sharp, clear sound.
"Sister Yangyang?"
Jian Zhou's voice has changed.
Chu Wuyang suddenly opened her eyes.
His eyes were red and brimming with tears, strained by intense shame and fear.
She could almost picture Jian Zhou's face outside, now etched with shock—a face that held a mixture of disdain and disbelief.
This made her feel even more ashamed and indignant than when she was surrounded and gossiped about by a group of strangers.
There has never been a more humiliating moment.
During the day,
She could still comfort herself by recognizing the difficulties Jian Zhou had seen in her.
But that night, he ended up sleeping with someone.
"Jingmin, no more...stop it, please..."
The moment her voice, still choked with sobs, escaped her lips, the man swiftly kissed her.
"Liar,"
“Your body is clearly telling me what you want,”
The watch on his wrist was digging painfully into her.
Her voice was broken and gasping for breath, choked with fear and shame.
"No...really, don't continue...stop."
Jing Min kissed her neck lightly without a trace of pity, his voice devoid of warmth.
"Honey, you've lied to me so many times, how do I know if what you're saying this time isn't a lie either?"
"All I know is that your body likes me right now, so are you lying again?"
Does saying no mean you want it?
There was no response from outside the door, but indistinct noises could be heard from inside.
Jian Zhou wondered if Chu Wuyang had just fallen and hit her head, causing her to unconsciously groan in pain.
The more I think about it, the more it seems to match.
Jian Zhou hurriedly placed her hand on the doorknob and tentatively turned it.
"Yangyang, are you feeling unwell?"
"What happened? May I come in?"
"No"
Chu Wuyang turned her head sharply, staring intently at the door.
Despite the dim lighting, she precisely detected that the doorknob lock turned slightly.
Almost in a panic, he blurted out...
"Don't come in, I... am not feeling well."
The doorknob lock finally stopped moving.
"Is it because you're not used to hospital beds?"
"It's still early, why don't you go back first?"
"It's alright, I'm just tired and have already lay down. I'll just... stay here for the night. You should go back and rest. I'm fine."
"Okay, please call me or the nurse if anything happens."
Jian Zhou gave a word of advice, though he was quite puzzled.
But who could have imagined the outrageous and absurd things happening inside?
He slowly bent down to pick up his crutches from the ground, preparing to return to his ward.
Chu Wuyang's violently pounding heart had just begun to find some relief...
Jingmin turned her face towards him with a relaxed and amused expression.
His body didn't stop moving; his lips gently kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
Are you scared?
Chu Wuyang's eyes were shimmering, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
Suddenly, with a fierce urge, she bit down hard on the man's Adam's apple.
The smell of blood immediately filled the air.
Jing Min let out a painful groan, his muscles tensing instantly.
He raised his hand and pinched her cheek.
He looked down at the shocking crimson stain on her lips and smiled.
His voice was deep, with a hint of self-deprecating coolness.
"You really don't miss any opportunity to kill me, do you?"
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