Then he kissed her again, more tenderly and passionately than before.
She finally stopped being out of breath, but the time had been too long, and she gradually lost the strength to respond. Her mind went blank, and she was completely lost.
The last clothes on her body were removed and thrown on the ground. His kisses were urgent and tender, constantly roaming and exploring her body.
She was like a delicate, beautiful flower, letting him pluck her. She clenched her teeth, gripped the sheets tightly, and let out soft gasps as he hurt her.
After an unknown amount of time, the man's desire grew even more intense. He was no longer as gentle and tender as he had been at the beginning. He relentlessly demanded and invaded her body, completely ignoring the moans and cries of the woman beneath him, who was pleading for his mercy.
His chest heaved, and he breathed heavily as he looked into her dazed eyes, placing himself in her presence once more.
"Are you afraid of pain? It's not like it's your first time."
A harsh word entered Jiang Shuya's mind. Was it sarcasm? Was it revenge? She stared in astonishment at the man before her, his aggressive demeanor, wet hair, and lustful aggression, which made her burst into tears.
The man's desires seemed not to have been completely satisfied, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
A barrage of kisses nibbled and licked her body.
The more she trembled her voice, the more intense and emotional the man became.
That night, the man's wanton demands nearly tore her apart, completely disregarding the injuries he caused her.
Later, she was in so much pain that she almost fainted, her whole body was weak and sore, but he teased her again, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted.
She didn't fall into a deep sleep until dawn.
When I woke up, it was almost noon. The sunlight outside shone on the dark furniture in the room, casting a bright shadow. Birds chirped outside, and I could clearly smell the fragrance of exotic flowers and plants through the window.
Jiang Shuya, lying on the bed, raised her eyes and found that the man who had been holding her was no longer on the bed. She looked around the room.
Just as she was about to get up, the sharp, aching pain in her body made her gasp. Realizing his domineering and unreasonable behavior last night, she was immediately terrified.
After calming her tense nerves, she gritted her teeth and mustered all her strength to sit up, wrapping the blanket tightly around herself as another sharp pain shot through her lower body.
Seeing her clothes on the ground, she was about to reach for them when the door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman who smiled and looked at her.
"Miss Jiang, you're finally awake. My surname is Yang, you can just call me Aunt Yang, that's what Young Master Lin calls me too."
As he spoke, he placed the tray he was holding on the coffee table.
"Hello, Mrs. Yang."
Jiang Shuya's lips were swollen from being bitten, and the friction when she spoke still caused obvious pain.
Mrs. Yang helped her pick up the clothes from the ground;
"Young Master Lin has urgent business to attend to. Before he left, he asked me to take care of you. Please let me know if you need anything."
Jiang Shuya buried her face in the blanket, her voice weak;
I want to take a shower.
Yang's mother understood immediately and went to the bathroom to get her a bathrobe. After giving her instructions, she walked to the door, turning back every few steps, and closed the door behind her.
The stinging sensation in her sensitive areas made her tense. She quickly put on a bathrobe and went to the bathroom. The water flowed continuously over her tense body. In the warm bathroom, the hot water splashed on her face, which also awakened the memories of last night, recalling the words he had said to her with dissatisfaction.
Does he care a lot about her past? Is it revenge or punishment?
Thinking back to last night, the more she cried, the more it fueled his possessiveness. He completely ignored her instinctive protests, her desire for a moment of comfort, which only resulted in him becoming more aggressive. She desperately wanted an answer, to ask him personally why he was humiliating her like this.
With her hair still wet and wrapped in a white bath towel, she walked out of the bathroom and into the spacious bedroom, only to find that the original white four-piece bedding on the bed had been changed.
The bed had been changed to light gray, and the wrinkles on the bed were no longer visible, as if warning her that last night's experience was just a fleeting moment. She lowered her head, her heart pounding, and she tightly gripped the bath towel on her body.
Just then, a voice came from behind;
"Oh dear, how come this young master Lin doesn't know his own strength? Look at these red marks on his body."
Jiang Shuya then realized that when she came to the mirror, she found that her neck, shoulders, and exposed upper body were covered with conspicuous hickeys and teeth marks of varying shades. They were too eye-catching, and she subconsciously wanted to cover them up, but she met Yang's mother's distressed eyes.
"I'll go get you some medicine to apply. Wait here for me. Hey! Young Master Lin usually seems so refined, how come he doesn't know his place?"
Staring blankly at herself in the mirror, her pale face devoid of color, she knew that the marks covering her body were his naked revenge.
Mrs. Yang quickly returned with a small glass bottle;
"This is the most effective wound medicine. It will heal you quickly after using it. I'll go get you lunch; you can eat here, okay?"
Looking at that kind face, Jiang Shuya politely accepted the medicine bottle and said thank you.
"Mrs. Yang, Mr. Lin said he would be back around a certain time."
She wanted to confirm his return time; if it wasn't too late, she could wait there.
Mrs. Yang responded with a smile;
"That's not certain. He got a phone call and left in a hurry. He only told me to tell you to wait for him here, and that he wouldn't be back for a specific time."
“Okay, I understand.” Jiang Shuya’s voice was low, clutching the glass bottle in her hand. Seeing her dejected mood, Yang’s mother asked, “Do you want me to help you apply the medicine?”
"No need, I can do it myself. My skin has always been sensitive, don't worry, it'll be fine soon," Jiang Shuya replied.
Seeing this, Yang's mother pointed to the clothes on the sofa;
"That dress must have been prepared for you by Mr. Lin. He's never brought any other woman to Plum Garden besides you. Honestly, knowing you have sensitive skin, he still doesn't take precautions."
Jiang Shuya glanced at the clothes laid out on the sofa and remembered that it was the set she had bought with Lin Moxiao at the mall before, which she had never worn, but he had brought it here without touching it.
It seems he really cares about her. Thinking of his crazy behavior last night, so different from his usual self, and those shameful scenes, who can give her a definite answer? She needs an explanation. She must wait here for him to come back and seek answers.
After applying the medicine and washing up, she changed into her brand-new clothes: an orange dress paired with a cream-colored coat, which made her fair skin even more radiant. Seeing the conspicuous red marks on her neck, she smoothed her flowing hair to both sides, trying to cover them up.
Mother Yang quickly brought over the meal, and Jiang Shuya's stomach rumbled as soon as she saw the delicious food.
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