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The night was eerily dark, terrifyingly dark, sinisterly black. It was like the mouth of a vicious bird or ferocious beast, swallowing up everything in the world.

Clouds surged, covering the few stars in the sky. In an instant, a violent wind blew, and a torrential thunderstorm came crashing down. The rolling thunder exploded with red-brown electric sparks, splitting the dark night apart while simultaneously making one feel faint and sad.

"Open the door! Open the door! "

"Sorrowless, open the door!"

"Sorrowless, open the door!"

A woman with disheveled hair and a small white dress fell miserably outside the great iron gate, her slender, pale hands gripping the iron bars. The sharp edges of her hands cut through her palms, and the blood seeped through her fingers like tears from the corners of her eyes, diluted by the rain.

Seeing that the door had not been opened for a long time, she buried her head deeply, allowing the rain to pierce her body from top to bottom like a sharp sword. The cold rain not only cooled her body, but also her heart.

A bright light flashed down, and in the next instant she saw a tall figure fall out in a few steps.

"Gu Qing, what happened to you?" Xiao Mo looked at the woman on the ground in surprise and quickly knelt down to help her up.

Gu Qing bit her lips, refusing to speak even a single word. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but she didn't know how to do so. Furthermore, she didn't have the strength to do so at the moment. Thinking about that made her heart ache.

Without another word, Xiao Mo picked her up and turned around to enter the house.

The heating was on in the house, so Gu Qing wrapped herself in a blanket and sat in the middle of the bed, staring at the translucent bathroom door in a daze.

At this moment, smoke was rising from within the cave and Sorrowless' silhouette could be vaguely seen. His muscles were firm and smooth, unlike those muscular men who bulged out fearfully. He had a beautiful figure, with a standard inverted triangle and a body below the waist... Her eyes suddenly fell on something ….

Lowering her eyes, her cold gaze did not change much. She extended her hand slightly and looked at the wound that he had just bandaged. The corner of her mouth suddenly curled up into a sour smile.

At this moment, the bathroom door was pulled open. Sorrowless was wearing a black bathrobe. The robe was tied up, revealing his muscular chest. When he sat on the sofa beside the bed with his slender legs, she had an illusion that this man was the reincarnation of a king. His every word and action exuded a natural noble aura and a domineering aura.

"Speak, what happened?" He deftly took out a cigar and placed it gracefully in his mouth. "Pong!" The lighter had already been lit.

"I don't like the smell of smoke!" Gu Qing calmly spoke, her pair of clear eyes looking straight at her.

Sorrowless looked at her in the same manner for three seconds before extinguishing his lighter and tossing the unlit high-grade cigar into the ashtray.

"Can you tell me now?" His voice had an indescribably pleasant quality, low, magnetic, and attractive.

Gu Qing lowered her eyes, her small face like a calm lake surface. However, her small hands couldn't suppress the nervousness and entanglement in her heart, tightly holding onto the bedsheet.

"I'm already 18 years old today!"

"So?"

Gu Qing heard his gentle voice and suddenly raised her head. She saw him reclined on the sofa, a pair of deep, vortex-like black eyes locked onto her.

This man, she had to admit, was the best of men. His hair was still wet, and droplets of water dripped freely from his forehead, adding a few traces of indolence and enchantment to his noble temperament.

Moving her body, Gu Qing jumped off the bed with bare feet and walked slowly to his side. Her clear and pure eyes were somewhat charming as they met his deep and distant gaze.

Without saying a word, she sat down on the sofa beside him.

"Xiao Mo, I've thought it through. I want to be your woman …" She stared at him for a few seconds, then awkwardly lifted her head and kissed his thin lips, which were pressed into a straight line.

Ye Zichen suddenly frowned, while his fist, which was placed on the arm of the sofa, had unknowingly clenched into a fist.

From start to finish, he didn't say a single word. He only gently carried her onto the bed, rough and domineering.

He felt all the blood in his body gush downwards, his handsome face turned slightly sinister. He gritted his teeth and said, "Gu Qing, I said you will be mine, you will be mine for sure!"

He had fallen in love with her from the first time they met, but her heart was with other men.

Gu Qing was in so much pain that she gripped the bed sheet tightly. Even her toes were curled up. But when she thought about what had happened at the birthday party tonight, she felt as if her heart was about to tear.

"It hurts!" Good... "Pain!"

As her tears fell, Xiao Mo saw them. He lowered his head and gently kissed the tears at the corners of her eyes before whispering in her ear, "Qing Qing, forget about him. I will treat you well …"