C32 Moving with Difficulty

"Ah! Qinghan, what are you doing?" She placed her hands on Xiao Qinghan's chest. The two of them were in such an intimate position that it made Ling Muxue panic.

Normally, she could have put up with it, no matter how much he insulted her, but she really couldn't keep her mouth shut, especially when she was lying naked under him, in a position that made her sick to her heart at the thought of what was going to happen next.

"Ah..." Ling Muxue suddenly cried out in pain. Xiao Qinghan's large palm was pinching her and his cold eyes watched her in pain. He said in a cold voice, "It seems that I need to do my best to let you know who you are. You can only lie under me for the rest of your life! If you live to be mine, then you are mine. If you die, then you will be my ghost! Even in your next life, don't think about becoming Gu Shaochen's woman. You can only be mine!" His voice was cold to the bone, but it carried an intoxicating bewitchment.

The words Gu Shaochen were like a sword stabbing into Ling Muxue's heart. Before she could come back to her senses.

The next second, he kissed her hard on the lips. One hand pressed on her head and his fingers dug into her hair. The other hand held her waist tightly. They were hot against each other. His kiss was more wild and passionate than ever. His lips and tongue wrapped around her and he did not even give her a chance to catch her breath. Ling Muxue could only moan in pain, but her voice echoed ambiguously in the quiet room.

The thunder rumbled outside, and the windows in the room were open. The cold wind blew in, but it could not cool the hot passion of the bed.

It wasn't until the sun was high up in the sky that Ling Muxue slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. Her glassy eyes were devoid of any color, and her eyes began to turn hazy. A few crystalline tears rolled down the corners of her eyes and her eyes were filled with heart-wrenching hatred.

It was only when the phone rang that she came back to her senses and began to wriggle around, her head aching so much that she felt as if the bones in her body had been crushed.

Her fingers were like a quilt as she lifted it up. The blood on the bedsheet pierced her eyes, and her fingers were covered in dried blood.

She was confused. What was going on? Could it be that when she was in love last night, she had bled, and it occurred to her that why she had not strangled him, and without thinking much about it, she had managed to move herself toward the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror, frowning, and saw the large kiss marks on her chest, like silver needles, stabbing into her heart, so dirty, so dirty, so dirty, that she felt like a dirty person.

When she slept with him, she couldn't help but think back to the scene from three years ago. She could still remember Gu Shaochen's desperate and hateful eyes clearly, as if a knife had cut into her heart and she was in so much pain that she wanted to die.

Ling Muxue raised her hand and tried to wipe it away, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not get rid of the marks. The more she rubbed her palm, the stronger the force became. She even used her fingers to scratch it hard. It was as if she did not feel any pain. The more she scratched her palm, the stronger the force became. The skin on her chest was red and the red marks were shocking.

"Ah!" Ling Muxue suddenly screamed in pain. She lifted the sink with both hands and there was a loud banging sound.

Ling Muxue fell onto the tile and a blade appeared in her hand. She frowned and used the blade to cut a line of blood on her left hand. Her arm drooped down weakly, and she let the blood flow.

The pain in her arm made Ling Muxue raise her head. Her face was extremely pale, and she let out a long sigh. She felt much better in her heart.