He pressed forward again, this time his movements were still slow, but with an undeniable sense of control.
He was like a patient hunter, slowly eroding her reason, making her teeter on the edge of desire, but never letting her reach the end.
Yu Jiuyuan's breathing became increasingly erratic, and her body felt as if it had been thrown into a fire, burning her to the point of near unbearable agony.
Her pride shattered completely at this moment, and she could only futilely grip his shoulders, her nails almost digging into his flesh.
"Beg me." Rong Shenghan's voice rang in her ear, carrying a hint of seduction. "Beg me, and I'll give it to you."
This was a blatant humiliation, yet it struck a nerve with her.
Yu Jiuyuan's body trembled even more violently. She gritted her teeth and refused to give in, but the tears in the corners of her eyes betrayed her true emotions.
"Not asking?" Rong Shenghan chuckled, his movements suddenly stopping. He even straightened up, looking at her leisurely. "Then forget it. Anyway, I'm not the one who's in a hurry."
His nonchalant attitude infuriated her more than any rough treatment.
Yu Jiuyuan looked at him, at the knowing smile in his eyes, and finally broke down completely.
"Please..." her voice was barely audible, filled with deep shame, "Ahan, please..."
Upon hearing this, the flames in Rong Shenghan's eyes finally erupted completely.
He leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely, this time without any hesitation or reservation.
The snow was still falling outside the window, but the temperature inside the bedroom was getting higher and higher.
The torn shirt lay on the carpet, the tie draped casually over the edge of the bed, and the air was thick with the scent of lust, along with a barely perceptible hint of the victor's indulgence.
Yu Jiuyuan was like a flower swaying in a storm, forced to endure his vengeful plunder, her consciousness gradually fading.
But even in that chaos, her mind remained unusually clear.
See, he's still the same as before. No matter how angry or jealous he is, he'll eventually be under her thumb.
His revenge, his anger, his possessiveness—in the end, it all stemmed from caring too much about her.
And this care is the best shackle for her to tame him.
It was unclear how much time had passed before Rong Shenghan finally stopped.
He held her in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, his breathing still a little rapid.
Yu Jiuyuan leaned softly against him like a cat whose bones had been removed, her eyelids so heavy she could barely lift them.
"Do you still dare to make me angry during the day?" His voice was slightly hoarse with laughter as his fingertips gently stroked her sweaty back.
Yu Jiuyuan didn't answer, but snuggled closer to him, as if she were being affectionate.
Rong Shenghan chuckled softly and didn't press the matter further.
He knew that asking would be pointless.
His young lady never learns from her mistakes; the next time she's going to anger him, she'll still cross his line without hesitation.
But so what?
He did it willingly.
Just like now, watching her sleeping soundly in my arms, all the jealousy and dissatisfaction from the daytime have turned into a soft indulgence in my heart.
He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Goodnight, my lady.
The caged birds may struggle, resist, and try to peck at their owners' hands.
But if he were willing, he could use enough patience and love to make her willingly sing for him alone in this small space.
This is probably his destiny, the sweetest shackle to be tamed by this young lady.
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