Chapter 41: Mutual Destruction

  A loud sound of the door closing was heard, and Cang Mou suddenly seemed to wake up. At that moment, he realized how wrong he was. Looking at her biting her lip in pain below him, looking at her closing her eyes and crying, he really felt like a big fool. Even if she was his nominal wife, what difference did it make for him to do this?

  He's really drunk, doesn't he think she's filthy? Doesn't he think she's not worth it? Why did he take her in such a rash manner? If he thought she was someone else's woman, he should be even less likely to touch her, no matter how much she provoked him with words. He should have restrained himself, ignored her, and countered with words instead of... like this now.

  He admitted that at that moment, his self-control collapsed. He also admitted that the feeling was too good, he couldn't bear to quit, and even more so, he couldn't put it down. He knew she was in pain, so he slowed down all his movements as much as possible. He gently kissed her, carefully stroking her, but from the very beginning, he had already been sentenced to death, and no matter how much compensation he made, it was already too late.

  Her stiffness and rigidity all pointed accusingly at the wrong he had committed, and he felt as if he were a beast that had sullied the purest of souls.

  He looked towards the bedside, at the skirt he had torn, and his head seemed to hurt even more. Suddenly, a loud noise came from the bathroom, and he quickly grabbed his robe and rushed in.

  He opened the door, but what he saw was her sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her hair and body completely drenched, looking disheveled. Her snow-white skin had large and small bruises all over, and he knew that these were the consequences of his actions. He reached out to grab a bathrobe from beside him, wanting to wrap it around her, but she pushed it away with one hand, and in an instant, he too lost his balance and sat down on the floor alongside her.

  At this time, he saw that on her calf, there was a shocking red mark. He grabbed it in one swift motion: "Where did you get scratched?"

  "Mind your own business... get out!" She still had some strength left, and with a fierce effort she pushed him away. He didn't budge, stubbornly wrapping the bathrobe around her, then reaching out to hold her. She continued to resist, refusing to let him touch her, her reaction seemingly even stronger than before.

  "Don't touch me, get out! Don't touch..." Her voice was hoarse and shrill, sending chills down one's spine. But he refused to let go, determined to pick her up. She struggled free, lowered her head and bit down.

  At the wrist, a sharp pain suddenly came, he just frowned tightly, letting her bite hard, she seemed to be still unsatisfied, stretched out her hand to pull over the bathing supplies on the edge of the bathtub, and threw them at him, he slightly leaned his body, things fell behind with a loud crash, seeing that she wanted to grab something again, he reached out to grasp her arm, but she became even more violently resistant.

  "Ouyang Xue Luo..." He tightly grasped her wrist, but she seemed to have gone mad, disregarding the injury on her leg, as if she had to fight him to the death before she would stop. And he didn't dare to strike back, afraid of hurting her again. She used all her strength, every ounce of energy in her body, not to knock him down or defeat him, but to treat him as her arch-nemesis, wanting to perish together with him.

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