Chapter 15

He was very tall.

His collar was a bit disheveled.

It looked like he had rushed out.

I looked at him and said softly, “I asked you before, you said nobody wanted that flower.”

His voice, cracked and barren, was laced with cold anger.

“This is the second time I’ve tolerated him.”

He was almost grinding his teeth, “Of course, I gave it to you, do whatever you want with it.”

I followed behind him into the room.

There was a pile of contraceptives stacked on the table.

He suddenly went around.

Casually picked up several boxes.

When he turned back, his face was calm and dignified, noble and composed.

But in his eyes, there was a deep, cold indifference, surging with hidden storms.

“Xiao Hua, I don’t want to hold back anymore.”

I leaned in close.

“Do you want me to help you with it?”

He laughed at that, lowered his eyes, and his fingertip rubbed my wrist imperceptibly.

“Alright.”

Then he asked, “Did you have enough for dinner?”

I nodded.

I even had fruit and milk after the meal.

“Mm, that’s good.”

He looked at me, shadowed under those long, black lashes.

I scampered along upstairs behind him.

The smile never vanished.

It only shifted.

I didn’t expect he really meant to use me for practice.

He smiled so gently, licked his cherry blossom lips, and suddenly grabbed my ankle, dragging me closer.

“Why are you running?”

At first, he was very gentle.

But after barely ten seconds of eye contact-

He reached out for the torn gauze of my skirt and covered my face with it.

My heart soured for a second.

So I was that ugly to him.

I clung to his arm, licking him shamelessly.

“Why don’t you just stick a photo of Song Minxin on my face, or I’ll hold one up?”

He paused.

With the veil in the way, I couldn’t see his expression.

I just felt he seemed a little angry.

I whispered, stammering, “…Sorry, I won’t talk anymore.”

“You should shut up.”

His sullen voice sent a chill through me.

I always felt the air pressure drop; his broad, powerful hand almost squeezed my waist in two.

He was really, really angry.

I didn’t dare provoke him.

Could only let him do as he pleased.

He turned me over.

“Arch your back.”

“Oh.”

“Relax a bit. Are you taking revenge on me? Want me to be childless or what?”

“Oh, no.”

He was just too rough, I couldn’t handle it.

He let out a cold snort, muttering, I couldn’t quite catch it.

“Childless, fine… I’ll get surgery… no kids…”

Whatever he said, I just did as he wanted.

But after he couldn’t see my face, he let loose a lot more.

More and more…

He felt like a wild dog finally tasting meat.

Our backs pressed tight together.

His embrace was deep and tight, as if he wanted to knead me into his very bones.

“Xinxin… good girl…”

I blinked my sore eyes.

Bit down hard on my lips, playing the role of a practice toy.

For the rest of the summer holiday,

He turned me over and over, grinding me down.

No restraint, no mercy.

Day and night, no pause.

He had too much stamina, never seemed to tire, always losing control, turning into a wild dog in heat.

I gently reminded him.

“Yan Chen, I think Song Minxin is too thin, she can’t handle you at this frequency. In the future…”

I really thought Song Minxin was such a good person, and beautiful, always sharing good food with me.

He thrust maliciously.

Coldly said, “You really are generous, aren’t you.”

My head was dizzy.

I had no idea what he meant.