"Don't cry."
Chu Wuyang's voice was still low and hoarse from crying, with a stubbornness in its nasal tone.
Anyway, I won't be your mistress.
Jing Min leaned closer to her with one hand on his side, his gaze lazily falling on her, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Um?"
He raised an eyebrow slightly, as if amused.
Are you implying that I... want to take over?
He casually touched his neck; the bandages that had been wrapped around it were long gone, leaving only light red abrasions.
It's like some special mark she left behind.
"First they injured me, then they bit me, and afterwards they didn't offer a single word of concern or sympathy."
His voice was low and husky, his words slow and deliberate, his gaze sweeping over her face inch by inch.
"Is this how you want me to marry you?"
Chu Wuyang was startled and turned her head away, not wanting to look at him, but she couldn't help but glance at him again.
The bandage on his neck was also torn off, leaving only a red mark winding across his fair skin, very conspicuous—her teeth mark.
The Adam's apple beneath that skin bobbed slightly, carrying an inappropriate air of ambiguity.
It was as if he was deliberately reminding the two of their inexplicable entanglement.
She abruptly looked away.
"I didn't think that way. Since you've already achieved your goal, don't drag others into it."
Jingmin raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Oh? What did I achieve? Tell me."
Chu Wuyang bit her lip and glared at him.
"You just wanted to use our relationship as lovers to humiliate me, to make me despised by others, to get revenge on me. Now you can sleep with me whenever you want, haven't you achieved your goal?"
Jingmin spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.
"You'll be so obedient? You think I can just sleep whenever I want?"
As he spoke, he pulled the person into his arms.
"However, there's one thing I still need to remind you,"
His chin rested against her temple, and his tone suddenly turned cold.
"Make a fuss, but don't joke around with other people's lives."
"Stay away from those men. Getting close to them is like harming them."
Chu Wuyang bit her lip and struggled, trying to break free from his burning embrace.
Ke Jingmin's breathing began to become erratic, his breathing became heavy, and his voice became faintly hoarse.
"Don't move..."
His hand slipped inside the quilt through the seam.
His palm slid down her waist to the front, burning hot as if it carried a scorching flame.
Chu Wuyang felt a tightness in his scalp.
Startled, she suddenly contracted her abdomen and curled back slightly.
It pressed right against his burning hot waist and abdomen.
He chuckled softly in her ear, his voice tinged with a low, suggestive hue.
He gave her a light peck on the side of her ear, as if rewarding her for her accidental prank.
Then, reluctantly, he withdrew his hand.
Noticing the changes in the man's body,
Chu Wuyang dared not move again.
Like a wary and frightened little quail, it huddled motionless under the covers.
The man behind her seemed to be aroused by her reaction, his body gradually heating up, so hot it felt like it was about to set the small space ablaze.
But I also noticed her resistance.
He took a deep breath and slowly stepped back half an inch to let her catch her breath.
Cold air rushed in through the gap, sending a chill down Chu Wuyang's back. Just as he was about to turn over...
The man reached out and pulled her completely into his arms again.
Seal that tiny gap completely.
"Be a lover? You overestimate yourself,"
He pressed his earlobe against hers and breathed softly.
"Being a lover means serving others. Do you know how?"
Chu Wuyang burrowed out of the blanket a few times.
Finally, it poked its head out and twisted its neck to look at him.
But a few strands of hair, damp with sweat, clung to his forehead, obstructing his vision.
She was tightly enveloped by him, her limbs pinned down, making it impossible for her to lift her hands to push him away.
She had no choice but to puff out her cheeks, pout, and blow hard to blow her hair away, her movements resembling a sulking kitten nestled in someone's arms.
After several attempts, I finally managed to blow away that unsightly strand of wet hair.
She then voiced her protest in a low, muffled tone.
"Being a mistress is also unacceptable,"
Jing Min looked down at her flushed face, his gaze sweeping from her wet eyelashes to the corners of her mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed.
It felt like I was being gently teased.
He continued her words in a gentle and compliant tone.
"Yes, I won't be a mistress or a lover."
Chu Wuyang noticed something amiss, and his eyes flickered slightly.
"So...you're planning to get a divorce?"
Jingmin stared at her and shook his head.
"unnecessary"
In that instant, Chu Wuyang felt as if something heavy was blocking his chest.
Her lips slowly drooped, her eyes turned cold, and even the slight strangeness she had just concealed completely disappeared.
That's what she finds hardest to accept: taking her as a concubine.
"Jingmin, give up on that idea. I'd rather die than marry you."
Jingmin's eyes darkened.
My mood, which had just warmed up a little by her little gestures, was completely shattered by that one sentence.
He stared at her lips, those lips he had just wanted to kiss, but now every word she uttered sounded irritating.
"It feels awkward."
He looked impatient, raised his hand, grabbed her chin, and forcefully turned her face towards him.
"Be careful not to break your neck."
Chu Wuyang instinctively tried to dodge, but was firmly held in place by his large hand.
His well-defined fingers gripped her neck, lightly but with an undeniable sense of control.
"It's not up to you."
He announced it in a low voice, as if he were delivering a verdict.
Chu Wuyang's strength seemed to have been drained in an instant.
She knew she had no chance against Jing Min, and wanted to speak, but her throat barely moved...
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