C21 The Pain in His Heart Was Excruciating

Jian Mo didn't understand what he meant. She raised her tern and glanced at Yang Zhexu, noticing that his eyes had suddenly become so terrifying. A chill suddenly crawled up her back, and she lowered her head as she spoke. "Can you do it next time? I'm not feeling well today."

"Not feeling well?" Yang Zhexu asked with a question. "Menstrual cramps?" Other than that, he couldn't think of anything else that Jian Mo was uncomfortable with.

Hearing the reason Yang Zhexu gave her, Jian Mo hurriedly nodded her head. "Yes."

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed Yang Zhexu's unfriendly gaze. With a mocking smile, she walked forward and pulled Jian Mo out. "Jian Mo, you can even nod your head for such a lame reason. Do you really hate me touching you that much?" His tone was mixed with suppressed anger.

Ever since he had met Jian Mo, he had memorized all of her preferences, including this one. And now, she was telling him that she had returned the favor. It had only been a week, and she really thought he was easy to fool.

It was hard to breathe from the anger in her chest, and the sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable. "Come here."

After she finished speaking, Jian Mo still hid in the corner and did not move. Yang Zhexu did not have the patience, and without waiting for Jian Mo to react, he stepped forward and pressed down on her.

Jian Mo's body immediately straightened, and her fingertips began to tremble violently.

Because of Yang Zhexu's anger, the two of them didn't even take off their clothes before they cut straight to the point. She felt both ashamed and painful.

She clearly didn't want to, but Yang Zhexu would never respect her wishes. He would only follow her thoughts.

As before, she clenched her fists so tightly that the support dug into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain, because it was nothing compared to the pain Yang Zhexu had given her.

He seemed to be venting, his movements becoming more and more intense and cruel. She could not take it anymore, and tears started to flow uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

Jian Mo kept telling herself in her heart that it didn't matter, that she shouldn't care about the embarrassment he was giving her right now. After all, this wasn't the first time such a thing had happened. Other than her aching heart, her entire body was like a rag, devoid of any emotion.

She could feel her nails rubbing against her blood, and she knew it was blood.

She really didn't expect that she could hold it in so well. She actually didn't make any sound in this brutal violence.

Looking at the stubborn person in front of him, Yang Zhexu bit her throat as if he was venting his anger. He kept biting and biting like a vampire.

Feeling the pain in her neck, Jian Mo forcefully suppressed the scream in her throat.

Finally, the people above stopped moving. Jian Mo heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. It was as if she had come out of hell and saved her life.

The entire room was filled with a dreamy smell.

Jian Mo could smell it even without breathing. It kept reminding her of what she had just suffered. She really didn't want to stay in this room for a while.

She quickly straightened her clothes, then glanced at Yang Zhexu, who was still lying on the bed. Lowering her head, she pushed open the door and ran back to her room.

Yang Zhexu originally thought that he would hear Jian Mo's plea for mercy, or rather, show weakness, but his tightly shut lips did not make a sound. Another familiar sense of defeat rose from the bottom of his heart as he looked at the panicked figure in the corridor, limping.

Jian Mo, if you give in and say that what happened back then wasn't what you think it is, you can explain that even if you lie to me, I'm willing to believe it.

Looking at the dim light in the room, her fingers gently caressed the place where she had just lain.

If it hadn't been for the events of the past few years, he wouldn't have treated Jian Mo like this. If he had used his original identity from the beginning, they wouldn't have had such a misunderstanding.

Jian Mo returned to her room and lay there like a corpse for a while, but the feeling of her body forced her to drag her tired body to the bathroom to wash up. She fiercely rubbed her skin as if she could wash herself clean this way.

She had just finished showering. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at her wounded body. Her eyes became dim.

There was a dark green bite mark on his neck. He felt a sharp pain in his head when he touched it.

He lowered his eyes and quickly put on his pajamas. He went back to the bed and wrapped himself with the quilt. He was exhausted, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He opened his eyes and didn't know how long had passed before he fell asleep.

When she woke up in the morning, it was almost noon. When she got up, her body froze. She was not used to the pain that came from her private parts, but she slowly got used to it. She went to the bathroom to wash her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale and she had dark circles under her eyes. If she went to see Qiao Ye like this today, she was afraid that...

He took a deep breath. Looks like he's got more makeup on today. As he turned around, he felt a pain on his neck. It was the kiss from yesterday. It had turned from dark red to dark black. He could feel the pain even when he turned his neck.

He frowned. It seemed he had to wear a high collar today. Luckily, it had rained heavily yesterday. Although it was summer, it was still cold today.

She picked the one with the highest collar in the closet, but the kiss mark on her neck was still faintly visible. Only when she shrank her neck could she not be seen.

She hurriedly prepared the food and arrived at the hospital with the lunchbox.

She said to Qiao Ye apologetically as she entered the door. "I'm sorry, I stayed in bed today, so I'm a little late. Have you had lunch yet?" After all, he said he would bring him lunch today. Now, even though he came in a hurry, it was almost one o'clock.

Qiao Ye said as he sat on the bed. "It suddenly rained heavily when you left yesterday. I wanted to call you, but I realized that my previous number was empty." There was no blame in his eyes or tone, only worry. "I thought something happened to you."

"Oh, I lost my old number, so I went to get a new one." At that time, the numbers were not authenticated by their real names, unlike now. If they were lost, they could use their ID to get a new one.