Don't mess with me, I'm 026

  "Have you taken a bath?"

  He lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance on her body, questioning but unclear in meaning.

  His eyes scanned her pale body, carefully searching for any evidence of guilt. Her body still bore the marks of his kisses, some blue, some purple, and some red. He had always been fierce in bed, loving her gentle, alluring, and delicate body, leaving behind a trail of possessive marks that declared his ownership.

  Wherever his gaze fell, her skin followed with a scorching heat. She couldn't bear the humiliating state of lying naked under his piercing observation, making her feel more debased and lowly than a prostitute!

  Then, a crystal tear dropped at the same time, and she cried out in a low voice. "Turn off the lights!...... Turn off the lights!......"

  He seemed not to hear, as if something unknown had made his heart turn cold and hard, while she lay there sobbing, he roughly turned her over, like a hawk, sharply examining her smooth back.

  Nothing inappropriate was found on her, his complexion slightly improved. In this posture, he deeply possessed her from behind.

  "Hmm..."

  She muttered softly, her sobs choking in her throat, almost suffocating.

  His fiery body instantly covered her delicate figure. He lowered his head, close to her small ear and hummed: "You now belong to me, don't let me see you with another man again!"

  She tensed up instantly, provoking him to hum softly and breathe more heavily. Half-pressing her down, he reached out to undo the leather straps binding her wrists.

  Her hands were free, but she couldn't resist, could only clutch at the pillowcase and endure his wild invasion.

  His movements were fierce, each one seeming to vent something. Her face was almost wet with tears, but he didn't show a shred of mercy...

  The storm had passed, and she hadn't fainted from the intense passion. The room was filled with a humid heat, the sweat evaporating from their bodies, mixed with the faint smell of alcohol and that unique scent that lingered after intimacy. Her body felt sticky and uncomfortable. She half-closed her eyes, panting softly, bearing the weight of him pressing down on her.

  He calmed his breathing, and each rough gasp landed on her ear. Afraid of crushing her, he turned over and got off her body.

  She shifted slightly, enduring the ache all over her body, and curled up sideways, huddled like a small shrimp. Her disheveled black hair covered her half-wet face, with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, slowly evaporating in the heat, revealing a hint of desolation after being shattered...

  The room, which was suddenly quiet after the previous bustle, made people feel a little at a loss. Each other's breathing could be heard clearly, one sound after another, some long and some short, but it was unclear who was following whom!

  The soft bed moved, he got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Shortly after, the bathroom light came on, and the sound of running water was heard, presumably he was washing up.

  She slowly brought her hand to her mouth, clenched into a fist, covering her lips, allowing herself to slightly indulge in crying when he was not around, but this sobbing could only be choked back in her throat and couldn't make a sound...

  Soon, the sound of water stopped, he came out, she desperately blinked her eyes, forcing back tears, and made herself breathe more softly, as if she didn't exist. She thought he would sleep by her side, and then let tonight pass like this, but he slightly bent down, and picked her up. She struggled uncontrollably, weakly, but firmly.

  He didn't care, carrying her into the bathroom and putting her in the bathtub that had already been filled with water. He also came in himself and started wiping her down.

  She dodged. "I'll do it myself!"

  He turned a deaf ear to it.

  Her body had gone through a great war, and she was so weak that she didn't have much strength left. In front of this physically strong man who seemed like a monster, she didn't have any room to fight back at all, and could only watch helplessly as her own body was manipulated and played with by him.

  After washing up, he roughly wiped her with a towel and carried her back to bed, then started rummaging for something at the head of the bed.

  She had snuggled into the quilt, but her hands were pulled out from under the thin blanket by him. A cool and slightly stinging sensation came from her wrists, she finally couldn't bear it, opened her eyes, and saw that he was carefully applying ointment to her wrists. Although the time of being tied up with a belt was short, because she kept trying to struggle free, both hands' wrists inevitably had friction marks.

  His tenderness at this moment is a heaven and earth difference from his ferocity just before!

  The warm light shone on his face, completely dispelling the ferocity he had shown before. She blinked, her nose sour, and admitted that she couldn't see through him. Maybe it wasn't necessary to see through him anyway, because their intersection was only for these few days, and after this week was over, she would have to leave.

  Heart, it seems should be relieved when thinking of this week's period, but instead has inexplicable sharp pain.

  She sniffled, and he noticed. He looked up at her, the handsome face that was usually stern and unyielding now had a pair of deep, dark eyes that were unusually profound.

  "I don't like you being with other men, from now on, stop making me angry!"

  A hoarse voice, tinged with a hint of tenderness, under the already dim and warm yellow light, had a flavor of silent comfort, or perhaps it could be said to be a yielding taste, which made her grievances suddenly burst out like a flood, sobbing and wailing as if her heart was being torn apart.

  "I didn't... I didn't want to get in his car... But... I thought he was sent by you to take me back... So I got in the car... Later, I found out it wasn't him... And then I couldn't get off the car... I said I wanted to go back to the restaurant... But my stomach was hungry again... He took me to eat... I ate as fast as I could, wanting to come back quickly... Then I met you..."

  Tears, like a string of pearls, slid down from the corners of her eyes. She felt that she was too ashamed to show herself in this state, so she stretched out her white and tender palm to cover her eyes immediately.

  Her turbulent emotions, her overwhelming grievances, couldn't stop her tears and sobs. The dim bedside lamp cast a faint light on her pale face, making it look even more fragile, with tears streaming down, evoking deep sorrow! Yet she deliberately covered her eyes, which kept welling up with tears, not letting him see, but the small white hands below were constantly dripping with tears. This fragility, taken to the extreme, yet stubbornly hiding and not letting others see, was simply heart-wrenching.

  Rong Ling let out a soft sigh, put down the ointment, turned off the bedside lamp, got into bed, and pulled her into his arms. He roughly pulled down her hand covering her tears, and in the darkness, he accurately captured her eyes, gently kissing away her tears.

  "Sleep... I know everything... Don't blame yourself, sleep..."

  This made Lin Meng feel a little better. His warm and gentle manner also slightly soothed the sourness in her heart. As he lightly kissed her, she slowly stopped crying. Before falling asleep, his low and soft humming still lingered in her ears.

  "Sleep... sleep..."

  Like the comfort of parents, like a lullaby before sleep, one sound after another, but she had never experienced it. In an instant, her heart was soft and full, all the grievances seemed to dissipate...

  PS: For the heroine's personality, use gentleness to overcome stubbornness, and grow slowly! ^_^