Chapter 231 Untitled Fragment
Xin Que hadn't expected Luo Huayi to be this strong this time.
The man's spasms became more and more pronounced, and the muscles in his tightly bound arms were taut and congested with blood, bleeding from the friction caused by his repeated struggles.
At first, she was in the mood to keep track of his time, but eventually her patience ran out, and all that remained in her eyes was her impatience with her prey's dying struggle.
Xin Que glanced at the mess in the bathroom.
The man in the mirror was still trembling, his shirt was soaked with sweat or water, and he was sitting on the far side of the sink, completely out of it. Beside him was Xin Que's emotionless face.
Xin Que turned to open the door.
Seemingly sensing that the woman was about to leave, the man sitting on the sink mustered his last bit of strength and leaned heavily on Xin Que's shoulder.
Xin Que paused in her steps.
With one hand catching the man's upper body as he lost his balance and fell to the ground, Luo Huayi once again crashed into Xin Que's neck.
"Don't go... Keep going..." The man's voice was so hoarse it was almost incoherent. "I'll let you have your fill... Promise me... okay?"
Luo Huayi's lips trembled as she tried to please her, "Please..."
A spark fell onto the velvet grass and easily ignited the entire arid wasteland.
The rampant thorns quickly enveloped the two of them, dragging them down toward the edge of the world.
As Xin Que watched Luo Huayi kneeling on the carpet in the living room of the villa in front of her, she leaned down and pressed her fingers to his cheek, trying to see what emotions she couldn't understand were still in those empty eyes that only reflected Xin Que.
It was only after a long time that she understood his meaning from Luo Huayi's extremely cooperative and ingratiating behavior.
He was using this gentle approach to force her to compromise.
"Luo Huayi." Xin Que held his trembling waist, forcing him to look away from worldly desires. "You need to see reality clearly."
Xin Que rarely seemed to fall into such irrational emotions; most of the time, she could quickly put herself back on the side of absolute rationality.
Luo Huayi, his eyes half-closed and bloodshot, knelt obediently before her, looking up at the person who controlled everything about him.
Perhaps at first, Xin Que's indifference might have caused some frustration and disappointment, but after being by her side for so long, Luo Huayi had long since forced herself to accept all of Xin Que's emotions.
She now asks him to stop, and he stops.
It doesn't matter.
He can wait.
When she's interested.
He would comply with all her demands, as long as she could give him the answer he wanted in the end.
“After I escape, I’m destined not to live like a normal person. To put it bluntly, I’ll spend the rest of my life as an undocumented fugitive, let alone have a legal marriage.” Xin Que looked down into Luo Huayi’s eyes, speaking each word clearly.
"Luo Huayi, your request is nothing but a burden to me that threatens me."
Luo Huayi raised his hand and grasped Xin Que's hand, which was resting against his cheek, and slowly pulled her hand down to his neck. "I know you have a way..."
You're just being stingy with your promises.
Xin Que's brows slowly furrowed.
How could anyone combine extreme compliance with complete stubbornness?
"……Well……"
Upon returning to the villa, Luo Huayi stopped clenching his teeth and completely relaxed in his absolutely safe space.
But reason still flounders in the turbulent sea of desire.
Perhaps it's because the dynamic senses of the body are too captivating, or perhaps it's due to the human instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, prioritizing the allocation of energy to the side that consumes the most energy, in order to balance the overall situation...
The brain's thinking speed is getting slower and slower.
The constantly swaying, blurry scene before his eyes, the friction between the carpet and his chest and knees... all the actions taking place in this current confrontation are robbing Luo Huayi of the last bit of clear thinking he has left.
A familiar hand reached out from behind, gripping his throat like an iron clamp, forcing him to prop himself up and look ahead.
Luo Huayi couldn't actually see what the scene in front of her was.
Because his eyes were constantly producing tears, and his vision was always obscured by a filter-like mist, he couldn't see anything clearly.
The skin on the back of my neck brushed against the woman's loose hair, and then my ear was enveloped by her deliberately close voice.
"Luo Huayi..." she called his name calmly.
The man, tossed about by the giant waves in the vast sea of desire, had almost lost his way.
But when he hears the ruler's command, no matter where he is, he struggles to respond to her.
"……I am here……"
It was quite difficult to find those two words amidst the fragmented sounds.
"Be pragmatic," Xin Que sighed, "Don't be greedy."
Luo Huayi opened her lips with difficulty, trying to squeeze out a few words from her turbulent throat, "It's not greed... it's an equal exchange."
Even those who have always been in a subordinate position find it difficult to wholeheartedly accept that their deepest feelings are treated as disposable commodities.
Luo Huayi had no idea what normal emotional communication between men and women should be like.
But after Xin Que intervened in his life, he experienced too many extremes, both heaven and earth.
He selflessly gave up his own life, a pure and utter dedication, only to be met with utter scheming in return.
He also went to great lengths and exhausted all means to try to imprison this superior who had been exploiting him to the bone and take revenge on him.
Like a mad dog, Luo Huayi darted from one extreme to another, groping her way through countless wounds to figure out what she truly wanted.
This heartbreaking yet irresistible emotion—a feeling of knowing it's like a moth drawn to a flame, yet still rushing headlong into it—dominated his entire body and soul, driving him mad for Xin Que.
Extremely divided, yet purely unified.
It is love.
"Xin... Que..." Tears blurred her vision as she blinked, and her vision cleared briefly.
His voice became clear for a moment as well.
I love you.
Now, Luo Huayi has finally found her answer.
Love and taking are not contradictory.
He willingly gave everything to Xin Que, allowing her to do as she pleased and torment him, but he also wanted a return that belonged only to him.
Whether it's being out of touch with reality or being greedy, it doesn't matter.
These are all smokescreens to deceive him into making concessions.
He will not back down unless he dies.
The figures reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows gradually stopped moving.
Xin Que looked at her reflection on the transparent glass a few steps away.
The man's neck was still gripped in her hand, forcing him to look up at the huge glass window with her.
His shirt hung askew on his elbows and back, revealing bloodstains crisscrossing his bare shoulder muscles...
Even the face reflected in the glass showed an expression of near unconsciousness, with unfocused pupils.
In this confrontation where the strong and the weak are clearly distinguished, it is obvious who is in a superior position and who is in a subordinate position.
But Xin Que fell silent.
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