C1 Always Remember My Name

The moonlight was like water.

In a small but cozy apartment, a young woman lay wrapped in a thin blanket, sleeping peacefully. On the carpet, a pair of dark, handmade leather shoes moved silently, their steps steady and composed, carrying an air of icy determination.

“Hmm...”

Sensing an intruder, Xiaoli furrowed her brows in discomfort. Just as she was about to get up to use the bathroom, a low, cold laugh echoed in her ears. Startled, she opened her eyes wide, but before she could escape, a strong figure loomed over her, kissing her neck.

In the dim light, the man on top of her was strikingly handsome, his features sharp and alluring in the moonlight.

Her clear, beautiful eyes widened in fear as she struggled helplessly. “Who are you?! Let me go!”

The man’s lips curled into a wicked smile, his dark eyes cold and angry. His long fingers clamped tightly around her wrists, leaving faint red marks. “Hmm?”

The chill in his eyes deepened, his anger making his smile even more dangerous.

His commanding, icy breath brushed her ear as Xiaoli’s voice trembled, repeating, “Who... who are you?!”

“Who am I?” His eyes darkened, and he gripped her chin, his voice icy. “What? Don’t remember me?”

“Why should I remember you? I don’t even know you! Let me go!”

Xiaoli tried to struggle free, but her slender wrists were pinned above her head, unable to move. Her eyes filled with tears of frustration.

How did this man even get into her home?!

The thought sent a wave of fear through her.

“Don’t know me at all?” The man’s handsome face darkened, his lips brushing her ear. “Is that so? Then let me help jog your memory...”

"I don't understand what you're saying, um—"

The man's smile grew colder, and without another word, he forcefully kissed her.

"Mm-mm..."

His lips were relentless, carrying a sense of punishment and aggression. Xiaoli gasped in pain, her hands struggling against his grip, but it was futile.

The punishing kiss seemed to last forever before he finally released her. In the moonlight, his striking features were even more pronounced, flushed from the intense kiss.

He traced Xiaoli's swollen lips with his fingers, his voice deep, "Xiaoli, do you remember now?"

He... he knew her name?!

Xiaoli was shocked. "Who are you!? Let me go!"

"You're still as defiant as ever." His eyes grew colder, his smile more dangerous, "Pretending not to know me? Fine, you'll pay dearly for that. Remember my name forever—Xiao Chen."

Fear gripped Xiaoli. This man, his face, his voice, everything about him was unfamiliar. Xiao Chen? She had no recollection of him! But how did he know her name?!

"Let me go, or I'll call the police," Xiaoli said coldly, trying to stay calm despite her fear.

"Call the police?" Xiao Chen's face was hidden in shadow, his voice mocking yet filled with icy anger. He lifted her chin with a long finger, his tone eerily calm, "Go ahead. But first, let's help you remember a few things."

What?!

Xiaoli was still in shock when she heard the sound of silk tearing violently in the darkness.

He tore her clothes apart!

His unskilled rage left no room for foreplay. A drop of blood trickled down her thigh.

For a moment, Chu Xiaoli seemed to recall something, but the ensuing pain made her forget everything. Xiao Chen, relentless, indulged in the most primitive act on her. The agony shattered her rationality, leaving her only screams, tears, and struggles beneath him.

Watching her biting her lip due to pain, Xiao Chen's handsome face turned particularly dark.

"Whether in the past or now, I want you to remember that you belong to me, Xiao Chen, whether alive or dead."

A night of romance.

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