Chapter 17 Entering the City (9)...
Before she could finish her words, the skin on both sides of her cheeks was pinched painfully, and the back of her head was pressed against the wall by Leo, unable to move at all.
Leo had a grim look on his face. He pinched Irene's jaw and forced her to open her mouth. Then he looked at her teeth carefully, as if he could tell how many people she had kissed from the condition of her mouth.
Irene was so embarrassed and angry that she felt extremely ashamed. No one would feel good to be pressed against the wall in such a humiliating position as if one was looking at an animal's teeth.
Especially since the person who pressed her against the wall was the one she was trying to protect.
Her back felt cold, but the body pressed against her in front of her exuded the hot temperature unique to a young man.
Irene was forced to tilt her head back. She could almost feel Leo's scrutinizing gaze sweeping through her mouth inch by inch. Because she couldn't close her mouth and was over-stimulated, cool liquid slid down the corners of her lips.
It was roughly wiped away by a finger, and the fragile skin at the corner of the lips felt a burning pain.
In an instant, a strong sense of shame mixed with grievance rushed into my nerves.
What on earth is going on? Why are they bullying her like this? She has worked so hard, why does she have to go through so much bad luck?
Graduation, time travel, and marriage are all part of it. Why did she become the unlucky one chosen by God? She donated money to support education, and she had never done anything against her conscience. Why did bad things always choose her?
Now he was still being pressed against the wall, his teeth being examined like an animal.
Irene's chest heaved violently and she struggled harder.
Leo blocked Erin's leg as she tried to kick him in the crotch.
The boy stared at Irene with a warning look, trying to get her to behave herself.
Irene, who was already angry, struggled and opened her mouth to try to bite him. When she failed, she tried to hit his arm with her elbow.
Then he was held firmly in place in an extremely humiliating posture.
It was then that Irene realized that although Leo looked thin, he had high muscle density and great strength. She couldn't beat him at all and couldn't cause any harm to him.
What is this? What on earth is this?
Anger mixed with bitterness surged into my heart, and my eyes were filled with heat.
She obviously tried very hard, but in the end she couldn't even beat a kid.
Just like when she was a child and couldn't resist her father, Irene suddenly felt sad.
The person under him suddenly stopped struggling and even closed his eyes.
Just as Leo breathed a sigh of relief, he saw strings of tears rolling down from the woman's tightly closed eyes.
The woman's nostrils flared violently, and she looked extremely pitiful.
Now it was Leo's turn to be at a loss, and he hurriedly let go of Irene.
“Pah—”
A loud slap came towards me.
Leo was hit and turned his body sideways. He covered his face which felt hot and painful. He met Irene's gaze in a daze and forgot to be angry for a moment.
Because the Irene in front of him looked much more miserable and angry than him.
"You're the only one who's strong," Irene yelled angrily, and she pushed Leo hard.
The boy staggered, and was then grabbed by the neck by Irene and pushed against the wall, and the positions of the two people were completely reversed.
Irene pinched his aorta so tightly that Leo found it extremely difficult to breathe. His face was swollen, as if his blood vessels were about to burst out of his body at any second.
"Are you the only one who bullies others?" Irene's voice was a little hoarse, and she tried her best to restrain the urge to cry.
"Why do you treat me like this? Why do you take advantage of the fact that I care about you to bully me? Why?"
The woman was almost growling in anger, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and there was a flickering light of hatred and annoyance in them.
Leo was stunned. He stared at Irene in disbelief. What was she talking about?
...bullying her because she cared about him?
How can she have the nerve to say such things? She is clearly lying. Who is bullying who? Who is bullying who?
Leo was gasping for breath, the blood vessels on his forehead bulging, he glared at Irene with hatred, at this moment he hated himself so much that he couldn't speak and could only let this woman confuse right and wrong.
The two men were like angry beasts, staring at their opponents, as if they were waiting for an opportunity to kill each other with one blow, or as if they were weighing the pros and cons, trying to make the other side submit to them.
Leo blinked suddenly, and a drop of water rolled down the corner of his eye. He hated Irene and himself very much. He hated himself for not breaking free from the woman's soft wrist.
One drop, two drops, three drops... merged into a trickling stream. Irene's hand loosened unconsciously. The boy pinched her shoulders like crazy, crying and biting her lips like a puppy.
He didn't know how to kiss, he could only bite the soft flesh roughly, stirring it with the tip of his tongue like he was eating candy. The faint smell of blood spread between the lips and teeth, and was swallowed by one of them.
They were clearly kissing, but Leo's face turned pale and was covered with water marks. His usually indifferent and calm eyes were red and swollen, full of confusion and heartbreak, as if she had done something to let him down.
No one can see this kind of look and not feel soft-hearted.
So does Irene.
She patted Leo on the back of his neck, signaling him to stop, but Leo kept chasing her and kissing her, as if this was his last meal.
This strong possessive desire made Irene almost faint. The corner of her heart that was always empty was violently invaded by Leo, and she felt a strange sense of security all over her body.
It was the sense of security that she had not found in many, many years - reckless but cautious, with tears in her eyes when kissing.
But the way Leo cried was the same as what she had done to him. Irene sighed silently. She had to push Leo away with force. The boy's body, which seemed like an iron wall just now, was now like soft noodles and was easily pushed away.
Leo cried pitifully, his eyes and nose were wet with tears, and there was no sound at all.
Seeing him like this, all my anger would disappear.
Really, why is she angry with a high school student? Leo doesn't know what is an insult or not. Maybe he has experienced things a thousand times more brutal than this. After all, looking at the layers of wounds on his body, you can tell that he had a hard life since he was a child.
But—Irene swallowed, stared into Leo’s reddened blue eyes, tilted her head and kissed him again.
She licked Leo's pale lips and saw his eyelashes tremble violently. His expression was pitiful, timid and confused.
The malice in Irene's bones was aroused again. She raised her head, pushed open the boy's lips, twisted his tongue, and said vaguely: "This is called kissing, you should learn from this."
The slippery tip of the tongue slid across his teeth and palate like a snake, carefully exploring every unknown corner, hooking his tongue tip to kiss it.
The sophisticated demeanor of a seasoned veteran.
Leo learned quickly. Just when he was about to take the initiative, Irene suddenly withdrew from his arms and said with a smile: "If you keep kissing me, I'm really going to miss the boat."
The woman looked at him and smiled very beautifully. A few strands of her hair were blown up by the wind, gently falling on her lips, and then casually brushed away by her fingers.
It wasn't just her hair that was parted, but also his palm that couldn't help but want to touch the side of her face.
Irene cleverly kept some distance from him, standing where he couldn't get close to her by raising his hand.
Leo, who was just beginning to fall in love, couldn't help feeling a little nervous. He glanced at Irene anxiously, and she looked very pitiful.
Why did Irene stay so far away from him? Why didn't Irene continue to kiss him? Why didn't Irene feel as anxious as he did?
Could it be that she is still thinking about her lover?
He had almost forgotten the mark of the ring on her hand, but it came to his mind again at this moment, coupled with her mature and skillful manner when kissing... Leo looked away, he closed his eyes tightly, and suppressed the sourness that was surging in his heart.
However, a small ray of hope still ignited in Leo's heart. Maybe Irene had her own reasons for being with that man. Maybe Irene loved him...
Leo blushed unconsciously, his surging emotions like waves, suppressing the bitterness wave after wave. As for the flames of anger, they had long been extinguished by Irene's tears.
He had to struggle to pull himself out of the tangle of emotions.
Do the important work first, and worry about the rest after you finish the important work.
Leo took out a notebook and quickly wrote down a line, "I'll go, I have a gun."
It was a very brief sentence, but Irene understood what he meant instantly. But Leo couldn't speak, so how could he bargain with that group of people?
No, he didn't need to bargain at all. He just looked like a violent person when he got to that station. All the good people were covered with wounds like him, even with bruises on their necks. He even carried a gun with him.
Irene almost laughed at her own thoughts.
So Leo changed into men's clothes and went out.
Irene was in a good mood and hummed a little tune. She wiped her body with clean water in the hotel and took a long time to clean up. Only then did Hannah wake up.
The poor little girl started crying as soon as she opened her eyes and saw Irene. She almost thought that her master was going to abandon her forever - this was how her mother was sent to the slave ship by her biological father.
She cried for a long time before she came to her senses. Leo happened to be away from the room. She felt relieved only after Irene explained to her what Leo was doing.
Hannah hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but asked: "Miss, are you serious about Leo?"
"What do you mean serious or not?"
"It's just my feelings for him," Hannah stood up anxiously, "Do you really want to marry him? He was sold by his brother and is almost a slave."
Leo, who was about to push the door open, suddenly stopped and stood still as if he was under a spell. His Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and he was so nervous that even breathing became difficult.
"Why should I marry him?" Irene was puzzled. She asked, "Is it because I kissed him?"
Irene laughed and said, "A woman won't get pregnant from kissing, and she certainly won't marry a man just because she kissed him."
She paused for two seconds, "Of course, I didn't kiss him because I liked him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened very softly, but neither Irene nor Hannah heard it.
Only the innkeeper looked in surprise at a smartly dressed young man with red eyes hurriedly walking past him.
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