C1 Don't be unsatisfied

Ta, ta …

He sat up abruptly and turned his head warily to listen to the footsteps.

Her eyes were tightly covered by the eye patch, making her unable to see anything. In the darkness, any sound became exceptionally ear-piercing.

Qiao Chun An's hands subconsciously held tightly onto the bed sheet. As the footsteps got closer, her nerves became more tense like a string.

Suddenly, she felt a touch of coldness brush across her forehead. Her body trembled violently, but she resisted the urge to resist.

The corners of Qiao Chuan's mouth twitched. He asked in a trembling voice, "Can I take off the blindfold?"

The darkness and the strange man's hands frightened her to the core, and she wanted to get rid of them.

The man's hand slowly snaked down until it stopped at her lips.

The girl stood on the edge of the bed, looking down at the woman kneeling in front of her. Her body was trembling slightly, like a frightened rabbit.

According to the contract, he only needed to take over her as he wished. However, his throat tightened as he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "No, but I can be as gentle as possible towards you."

His fingertips lingered on her creamy cheeks, but this series of movements caused her to shudder uneasily.

She had never been in such close contact with a man in twenty years, and she had never imagined that she would ever be able to be a surrogate.

"One baby for the family's ten million debt... "Qiao Chu An, don't be so unsatisfied …" She swallowed the bitterness in her heart and silently comforted herself.

His hands had unwittingly unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt, and his slow movements were like those of a rich man eating elegantly in a fine dining room.

Qiao Chuan was indeed like a delicious dish. The thin Shura did not want to miss out on any of her tastes.

He knew he wasn't being a gentleman, but he desperately needed a child, and there was nothing else he could do.

The shirt had been pulled down to his waist, and he could see it clearly in front of him. His young and tender skin gradually turned a faint crimson.

She let out a silent breath and lay back on the bed, unable to control her tears.

Because she seemed to hear his chuckle, a sign of what was about to happen.

"Be good, I will try my best to be gentle." With little difficulty, he took both of her hands and placed one hand on top of her head.

With a click, Qiao Chuan An's body stiffened. She keenly heard the sound of a belt buckle being unbuckled.

As he looked at the petite woman below him, his breathing quickened.

The restlessness of his body was already urging him on, but his movements were still as gentle as before.

He was actually restraining himself for a woman. Thinking this way, it actually felt somewhat funny for her.

He felt his body begin to heat up. Her voice trembled as she begged for mercy, but she was ignored.

She forgot how she had fallen asleep. She felt like a dried twig on the beach that night, pushed away by the waves. It felt like her whole body had been torn apart.

When he woke up, he had already left at an unknown time.

He was relieved, but the thought of him coming again tonight made him feel better.

She staggered to her feet and went to the bathroom to wash herself. Looking at herself in the mirror, she forced herself to smile. Looking at the gaunt, humble woman inside, she used all her strength to sweep everything off the washstand.

She slumped down on the bathroom tiles, but the next second a livid woman burst into the bathroom.

In a panic, she pulled the towel over her body, staring at this unfamiliar woman who had suddenly appeared. She exclaimed, "Who are you?!"

The woman looked at her expressionlessly, and pulled him up without a word.

"The ground is cold, it's not easy for you to get pregnant like this." she signed.

She quickly understood that he had sent this woman to take care of her, or to "watch" her.

Joachim forced himself to swallow some porridge and lay down on the bed, dazed and asleep.

When it was dark, she reluctantly woke up. The outside of the window was a mess, and a gust of cool wind was blowing the curtain up.

Aunt Zhang pushed the door open and came in, gesturing with her hand, "Mister, you have another hour to prepare."

The pain in Qiao Chuan's eyes caused her to nod her head gloomily.

For the next month, she would have to get used to that man's appearance and possession until … Pregnant.

She still didn't know the identity of a man, but looking at the decor of the villa and the rest of it, his fortune must have been enough to stun her. He was, she guessed, a middle-aged businessman who had been pregnant for years because his wife had been infertile.

She would never forget the sight of herself in front of that glass window, like a selective-selected commodity, no, a womb, with her face so ill at ease, and behind that one-way glass was the man who had decided her fate.

After dinner, he sat on the swing in the yard. The wind was strong in the evening, the sky was overcast, and a heavy rain was about to fall.

Happily, the man had something to say that he couldn't come tonight.

She looked into the distance but couldn't see the scenery outside the villa because of the shadow of the tree. She thought that maybe it was because of the weather or her father who was in prison that made her heart heavy.

She had to get the money before she could think of a way to save her father. Revenge!

Faces flashed through his mind one by one as he slowly closed his palms until his fingernails were embedded into them.

Suddenly, her shoulders sank as a black and exquisite suit jacket fell on top of her body!

He stiffened.

Didn't he say that he couldn't come? Why did it suddenly appear again?

She could not help complaining that she was too preoccupied to notice his appearance.

She subconsciously wanted to stand up, but the man's hands pressed her down heavily.

The greatest taboo in the contract was that she could never look at a man's face.

He put his chin on the top of her head, but said nothing.

The smell of the wine slowly emanated from Xiu Nan's body, causing Qiao Chuan to smell a bit intoxicated from smelling the ambiguous scent in the air.