Chapter 30: Things in the Car "Since you don't want your gentle husband..."
Chapter 30: Things in the Car
The sound of rain is like the dullest white noise.
Drizzle.
"Is it fun?" Zhui Lian's voice trembled slightly. "Watch me tremblingly test you, watch me struggle like a fool in the web you've woven, watch me fall in love with your appearance..."
"Is it fun to play someone else, Pei Zhiyu?"
"ah……"
There was that light breath again, slowly and slowly coming out from the throat.
"Lianlian knows."
"You know who I am..."
After muttering, Yu Peizhi immediately tilted his head, "So what?"
He seemed to be oblivious to what Zhui Lian said. He tightened his arms around her waist and continued to half-hold and half-drag her towards the car. He used a lot of strength, but his posture was self-centered.
The umbrella fell on the flooded road, splashing a little water, but no one cared about it.
"Get out of here! Pei Zhiyu! You lunatic! Liar!"
Zhui Lian struggled hard, like a desperate fish out of water.
The long chestnut curly hair was wet by the rain and stuck to the pale cheeks, making the eyes look even more dark and terrifying, burning with pure hatred.
She cursed without thinking, scratched and kicked, and even lowered her head to bite Yu Peizhi's arm hard.
"Don't touch me! Take your hands away! They're dirty!"
A muffled groan escaped from Yu Peizhi's—or rather, Pei Zhiyu's—throat.
He didn't know if it was the pain in his arm that stimulated him, or the word "dirty" that stung him, but he took a deep breath and forced down his overwhelming emotions. His other hand went around Zhui Lian's knee and suddenly exerted force -
As the world spun around, Zhui Lian was picked up by him.
He held her in his arms and strode towards the car parked on the side of the road. He roughly opened the passenger door and almost threw her in.
Bang!
The tires rolled over the accumulated water at a high speed, splashing water, and the heavy rain was blocked out.
Isolated in this cage.
The cold leather touched her back, and Zhui Lian was thrown back into the seat by inertia, and then restrained by the seat belt.
She gripped the handlebars tightly and yelled, "Unlock, unlock!"
"Shh...be good and don't make trouble."
Pei Zhiyu raised a finger to his lips and tilted his head to look at Zhui Lian.
She was panting, her face and neck were wet and sticky with her long chestnut hair. She was obviously in a mess, but she was still struggling to pry the handlebars.
"Get out of the car now, you'll get sick from the rain."
He softened his voice, acting like a nice guy trying to reason with Zhui Lian, "Baby, let's go home and talk about it, okay?"
Zhui Lian sneered, but her eyes still stared at Pei Zhiyu stubbornly: "Go home?"
Her voice was a little hoarse, but the sarcasm in her words was undiminished: "Which home are you going back to? The home you stole using someone else's face and name?"
Pei Zhiyu tightened his grip on the steering wheel, but didn't get angry in the end. He just continued driving forward.
But the pursuit of Lian still did not stop.
That skin that was extremely similar to Qiao Xunli was right before my eyes. I once thought it was a miracle of fate that allowed the person I thought about day and night to return to me in the form of another person. I didn't expect... I didn't expect...
Zhui Lian spoke again: "Do you think that if you have plastic surgery to look like him and imitate him, you can become him? Will I love you then?"
His breathing suddenly became heavier. Pei Zhiyu slammed on the brakes, turned back and grabbed Zhui Lian's jaw.
Zhui Lian felt pain, but laughed instead.
"Why? Did it hit you where it hurts?"
She continued to laugh, her laughter sharp.
It was a sharp laugh, a laugh that was extremely sharp, totally unlike the harsh and resentful laugh that could come out of Zhui Lian's mouth.
"That's great, Pei Zhiyu. You put so much thought into it, so much thought into it, even going so far as to change your face, but what's the result? In my eyes, you're still that lunatic who only knows how to use force, intimidation, and disgust!"
"You will never be as good as Xunli! Ever!"
"Shut up." Pei Zhiyu squeezed out two words from between his teeth. His voice was low and hoarse, and it was already filled with uncontrollable violence.
"I won't!"
Zhui Lian seemed to have found the most effective way to sting him, her words becoming increasingly pointed, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I'll call you a coward who doesn't dare show your true face to others?"
"No matter how you act, no matter how you try to keep me by your side, I will never love you, I won't..."
The car braked suddenly and stopped beside a quiet and deserted tree-lined avenue.
The unfinished words of sympathy were also abruptly stopped.
A pair of cold lips blocked her open lips.
Was that a kiss?
But no kiss bites like that
Wasn't that a kiss?
But none of the actions that are not kisses can have that kind of devouring feeling of tearing a person apart and swallowing him up, nor can they have that kind of extreme despair and catharsis.
Bump, the teeth knock together.
The distance between the lips and teeth is very close, and the bloody smell spreads quickly.
Zhui Lian whimpered, her hands easily twisted behind her back by Pei Zhiyu's big hand.
No matter how cold the skin is, there is still some warmth, which is not as cold as the other person's hand pressing into the hem of the clothes.
"Get...away..." Her curse was crushed by his lips and tongue, unable to form a complete sentence.
The kiss became deeper and more violent, almost depleting all the oxygen available for breathing.
Zhui Lian's vision went dark and her struggle gradually weakened.
It was unknown how long it was before he suddenly let her go. She collapsed on the back seat, gasping for breath.
The lips were ravaged and hurt, the skin was broken and red, and the red was shining with water.
The sound of rain seemed to subside a little, and her rapid breathing became clearer in the car.
Pei Zhiyu raised his hand and slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips.
That was bitten out by her.
"Speak," he stared at her with his dark eyes, in which rolled the madness and sinisterness that she was familiar with, which belonged only to Pei Zhiyu.
But the voice was strangely, twistedly calm: "Why don't you continue? My Lianlian, weren't you very good with your mouth just now?"
Zhui Lian took a deep breath and raised his eyes.
Although her body was still trembling slightly, her eyes were still filled with hatred and stubbornness: "Disgusting...disgusting..."
Pei Zhiyu suddenly smiled again, but the smile did not reach his eyes, which made him look even colder.
The wrist suddenly tightened!
Zhui Lian looked down and saw Pei Zhiyu pull out a dark tie from somewhere.
The other person was skillfully wrapping her two wrists together, tying them tightly and forming a knot.
The movement was so fast that she had no time to react.
"What are you going to do again? Pei Zhiyu! Let me go!" Zhui Lian couldn't help but shrink back and tried to dodge away.
Pei Zhiyu simply used his free hand to easily hold down her kicking legs.
The body pressed down heavily.
"*you."
He spat out two blunt and vulgar words, but his tone was as calm as if he was discussing the weather, "Since you won't listen to my kind words, since you don't want my gentle husband..."
He grabbed her waist.
With one hand, he forcefully hugged the person.
The cool belt buckle brushed against the skin of her inner thigh.
"Then I will communicate with you in the way you prefer."
"after all--"
Pei Zhiyu leaned down, his nose almost touching hers, their breaths intertwined, carrying the smell of blood and the coldness of rain. "This is the me that Lianlian is most familiar with, right?"
The final syllable faded gently between the lips and teeth as they fell again.
From bottom to top, his fingers with thin calluses moved along her snow-white skin.
Wander and touch.
Slow and grinding.
"Here? Here? Or here?"
The tremors range from subtle to severe, and the red marks range from light to dark.
My wrists were so painful from the tie that all my struggles were in vain.
The white mist after the rain covered the car windows, isolating everything outside. In the narrow car seat space, the air temperature rose little by little, becoming hot and sticky.
“Get out of here…get out of here…”
He pushed her against the seat, and Zhui Lian's insults were blocked deep in her throat, turning into broken breaths.
There was a misty light in his eyes.
A very faint moan almost escaped from Zhui Lian's tightly clenched lips, but she tried her best to hold it back.
Pei Zhiyu immediately caught this change.
He paused slightly, raised his head, and his tone returned to a strangely gentle tone: "It must be uncomfortable to hold it in, right? Call it out, baby, it's okay."
Zhui Lian suddenly opened her eyes, feeling ashamed and angry.
Without thinking, she used up all the remaining strength in her body and raised her hand suddenly -
Bang!
A crisp slap landed hard on Pei Zhiyu's cheek.
"What are you acting for? Disgusting! Don't talk to me in that tone."
The air froze instantly.
Pei Zhiyu tilted his head, maintaining that posture, without moving for several seconds.
Deep red fingerprints appeared on the skin that was so pale that it was almost transparent.
Slowly, slowly, he raised his hand and gently touched his hot cheek with his fingertips.
Then, he looked at Zhui Lian.
"Okay." Pei Zhiyu nodded, his tone frighteningly gentle, "Very good."
He suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Zhui Lian's waist, and the two of them pressed closer.
"Don't act, huh?"
Grind harder and more precisely.
"So you want me to come back, huh? Then I'll let him come back."
His hands pinched the back of Zhui Lian's neck viciously, and he didn't allow her to close her eyes.
"Open your eyes."
He forced her to look down.
"See? The only one who can save you now is me, only me."
Zhui Lian bit her lower lip tightly and tasted an even stronger smell of blood.
She refused to make another sound or answer.
What greeted her was an even more violent storm.
…
I don’t know how long it took, but everything finally came to a halt.
Pei Zhiyu leaned on top of her, his heavy breathing spraying on her neck, and sweat made their skin stick together.
Zhui Lian collapsed limply, without even the strength to lift a finger. The marks from the tie on his wrists had turned purple, and his whole body was aching.
The man slowly stood up.
Withdrawal.
The tiny sounds were infinitely amplified in the silence.
He did not untie her wrists immediately, but instead examined her carefully in the dim light.
The infatuated gaze depicts every inch.
Lips, eyes, neck and chest.
All of them bear his traces.
Pei Zhiyu reached out his hand contentedly, and gently brushed away Zhui Lian's sweat-soaked hair with his fingertips. He seemed to have gone into another state of schizophrenia again:
"Baby, are you still talking?"
Zhui Lian struggled to open her eyelids and looked at him.
Although her voice was hoarse, she pulled the corners of her mouth and spoke clearly, "Speak."
"Pei Zhiyu, I don't love you... In the past, now, and in the future, I will never love you... no matter who you become."
Gentle instant freezing, shattering.
The storm that had just subsided in Pei Zhiyu's eyes suddenly came again, even more violent and terrifying than before.
He nodded, as if he was laughing out of anger, said "OK" three times in a row, and started the car suddenly.
Roar, the sound of the engine is like a roar.
The wheels rolled over the accumulated water, splashing a large amount of water. The car rushed into the vast rain curtain, but was not heading in a familiar direction.
The scenery around me was rapidly receding, becoming more and more unfamiliar and desolate, with almost no human habitation to be seen.
Finally, a huge six-story villa appeared in front of us. The Gothic-style outline gradually became clear in the rain and fog, and it looked quite old.
The wrought iron gate slowly opened to both sides, and an elderly housekeeper came forward to greet them.
Pei Zhiyu got out of the car, carried Zhui Lian out horizontally, and threw the car keys to the housekeeper.
The rain lightened up but didn't stop.
He continued to pour it on his body little by little, but Zhui Lian could hardly feel the coldness.
She wanted so badly to fall asleep right then and there.
Never wake up again.
Inside the villa, only the wall lamps cast a dim light, illuminating the expensive but lifeless furniture and the shiny marble floor.
Pei Zhiyu didn't stop, but carried her upstairs and into a huge bedroom.
The heavy curtains were drawn tightly, the room was dimly lit, and the furnishings were all in cool colors.
In the center was a huge bed with dark purple curtains draped on both sides.
He threw her onto the bed.
His body sank into the mattress, fitting softly against it, but Zhui Lian only felt it was cold and hard.
Endless coldness and hardness.
Pei Zhiyu stood by the bed and began to unbutton his already soaked shirt, buttons coming down one by one, his eyes also moving downwards little by little.
Locking her up darkly and grimly.
Just locked her up.
"Don't you think my acting is bad?" he asked slowly, his voice echoing in the empty room. "Then I won't act anymore."
"Let's all go back, back to those three years, back to the endless rainy season in England..."
Uncontrollable tremors and violent spasms.
"Scream it out."
Pei Zhiyu ordered in a low, hoarse voice, with an irresistible force.
All the sounds, all the sounds were suppressed by Zhui Lian back in the depths of her throat, and she bit her lips until they bled but refused to let go.
Resistance, silence is also resistance.
Pei Zhiyu smiled, a smile that was cruel and joyful.
"No?"
His frequency started to go haywire.
Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, close yet distant.
Pei Zhiyu is really good at this.
A set of torture for her.
A precise way to torture her.
"It's okay...we have plenty of time."
"I have good stamina, you know, and can stay with you all night."
Pei Zhiyu pressed his lips against Zhui Lian's earlobe, his breath burning hot, "Until you can't stand it anymore... until you beg me... until you can't hold on any longer..."
"And right here, on this bed..." He slid his fingers across her belly seemingly gently, smiling, "Come out."
"Don't even think about it!" Zhui Lian's pupils suddenly shrank, his whole body tensed in resistance, and he still stared at him.
"Is that so—"
Pei Zhiyu groaned, then tilted his head, as if thinking seriously, "Lianlian doesn't want to be here, so why don't we do this in front of that short-lived ghost's grave?"
"Madman...madman...madman!"
Zhui Lian finally couldn't help but cover her face, tears of collapse streaming down her face, "Pei Zhiyu, you are a complete lunatic!"
Pei Zhiyu raised his hand and gently wiped her tears, then turned her around and said in a terrifying tone:
"Yeah, I'm a lunatic. Lianlian, did you know that on the first day? So now—"
"Lie down."
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The author has something to say: The male protagonist is very despicable, very despicable, very despicable. You can scold him or me. This chapter is a very pure emotional chapter. I wanted to insert some information to explain it, but there is really no suitable place [crack] I will take a look at the next chapter
By the way, my readers, are you still reading? QAQ Why do I feel that the more I write, the more like a single-player game. Can you please let me know? TvT
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