C8 Protecting My Rules

Mo Xiling gazed at her for a moment before declaring, "No one can reject me, and that includes you."

Qiao Yiyi attempted to appeal to his sense of reason. "Mr. Mo, you can't just force someone. I..."

In an instant, with a speed that rivaled lightning, Mo Xiling's hand was clamped around her neck.

He stood there, his handsome features set in a cold smile. Qiao Yiyi struggled to breathe, feeling his grip tighten like a vice around her neck, the oxygen slowly being drawn from her lungs, while a suffocating pain spread throughout her heart.

Her mouth gaped open, desperate for air, like a fish parched to the extreme. Darkness closed in, and as she slipped into unconsciousness, Qiao Yiyi had the fleeting thought that she was dying at the hands of such a handsome man.

The blackout was brief, and when Qiao Yiyi regained consciousness, she wished she hadn't, for the scene before her was too much to bear.

She found herself naked, her limbs bound by thin metal cuffs, spread out on the bed in a vulnerable display.

Mo Xiling, having shed his dark blue jacket, stood at the bedside in a soft white shirt, his clear eyes methodically scanning her body.

Initially filled with terror, Qiao Yiyi felt an odd sense of relief as she met his gaze. There was no hint of desire as he looked upon her youthful body; his expression was detached and cool, as if he were merely inspecting merchandise, no different from appraising a pig.

The humiliation was inescapable, particularly when his gaze lingered on her most private areas. Qiao Yiyi's blood seemed to rush to her head, threatening to burst forth. She would have rather died than endure such degradation. It was as if he had violated her with his eyes instead of his hands.

"Not bad, not a single scar. Very clean," he commented from his position of power, his voice devoid of warmth. "To be my woman, you must abide by my rules. First, don't get injured and mar yourself with ugly scars. Second, be compliant and obedient, or you'll suffer the consequences. Third, I detest weeping; don't even think about it. If you can't adhere to these three conditions, then you can leave."

Qiao Yiyi's voice was barely above a whisper as she asked, "I can't even do one of them. Can I leave now?"

The man raised his eyebrows, seemingly taken aback, and then chuckled, "It appears the earlier lesson wasn't sufficient."

Despite his laughter, Qiao Yiyi's fear intensified; she had no idea what he might do to her next.

He sat down, his hand reaching for her neck. Qiao Yiyi braced herself for another pinch, but instead, his hand quickly slid down to her chest. In a panic, she writhed, exclaiming, "Stop it, you freak, pervert, jerk!"

Noticing the terror on her face, the man's lips curled into a smirk as his palm gently glided over her soft stomach. "Feel free to use even harsher words," he teased.

Qiao Yiyi's lips quivered, and her voice broke with a cry, "Please, don't do this, Mr. Mo. I'll do anything you ask, just not this. Please, I'm begging you."

Her unseasoned body shivered under his caress, her eyes pleading like those of a startled fawn, shimmering with tears.

His hand paused below her stomach, icy to the touch, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, her voice a pitiful mewl.

He watched her in silence, then retracted his hand and left without uttering another word.

"Mr. Mo," she called out to him timidly, "I really need to get back. My parents will worry if I don't. You don't have to worry; I won't tell anyone about tonight."

With his back to her, his voice was detached, "Your family has been notified that you'll be staying with the Mo family this evening."