Mo Chuxi suddenly reached out and violently tore open Yan Xinxin’s collar, exposing her snow-white, translucent skin to the air in an instant.
Yan Xinxin cried out in shock, and just as she extended her hands to shield her chest, Mo Chuxi pulled her into his embrace. His lips forcefully pressed against her soft ones, swallowing all her murmurs and breaths...
Mo Chuxi’s kiss was searing and domineering, lingering around Yan Xinxin’s delicate lips. The strong scent of wine from him boldly entwined with her sweet and fresh taste, winding tighter and tighter...
Yan Xinxin furrowed her slender brows tightly, her starry eyes wide open, her hands continuously attempting to push away the man holding her firmly.
His wild actions utterly dragged her back into the nightmare-like evening five years ago, when she was assaulted by a stranger...
That night was for a classmate’s birthday. Since the classmate’s family was wealthy, they invited the entire class to a luxurious party held in a five-star hotel.
But she never imagined she would lose her innocence that night.
The room was so dark that she couldn’t see anything; all she could feel was a man clinging tightly to her.
The man’s hands were cold, tearing off her school uniform with overwhelming force until kiss after devouring kiss rained upon her...
She cried, she begged, but all resistance was futile.
Snapping out from the agonizing memories, Yan Xinxin cried out helplessly.
Her tear-filled eyes opened suddenly, only to find herself pressed down by Mo Chuxi on the sofa.
His body was burning hot.
"No? Yan Xinxin, have you lost your memory? This is the debt you owe me."
Mo Chuxi let out a cold laugh.
On his impeccable and beautiful face, his deep eyes emanated a terrifying glint.
Yan Xinxin stared at him in a daze, her head shaking slightly.
"Mo Chuxi, please, don’t, I’m scared..."
"Scared of what? Scared I’m not skilled enough? Mm?"
He retorted coldly, his face dark and menacing.
"Still thinking about staying pure for the man who got you pregnant? Was his skill so good that you can’t forget him?"
"You’re spouting nonsense! I haven’t—I haven’t thought about that man at all! I hate him—I hate him to death!"
Yan Xinxin’s emotions crumbled instantly, crystal-clear tears streaming down the corners of her eyes as her head shook in a daze.
"I didn’t willingly do it, I didn’t... It was him who forced me, he raped me..."
Unable to control herself anymore, Yan Xinxin spoke out in extreme pain, revealing the most unbearable secret buried deep in her heart.
Mo Chuxi froze suddenly. The alcohol that had been clouding his senses seemed to dissipate in an instant.
He stared down at the girl curled up beneath him, sobbing in pain, caught off guard by the sharp pang stabbing his heart.
Especially when Yan Xinxin confessed that she had been raped, an unwarranted sense of guilt and remorse crawled into his chest.
Mo Chuxi softened his gaze as he looked at Yan Xinxin, who had her eyes tightly shut.
Tear droplets adorned her thick, curled lashes, and her delicate, tear-streaked face was still heartbreakingly beautiful.
Perhaps it was precisely because she was so stunning that men had been tempted by her presence.
Mo Chuxi suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest as he gently lifted his hand, placing it at the corner of Yan Xinxin’s tear-stained eyes.
When their skin touched, Yan Xinxin’s body shuddered as if struck by lightning, and her tear-darkened eyes flew open.