However, apart from the initial flash of fear in her eyes, Ling Lingchuxia lay quietly, silently, as if she had no reaction no matter how deliberately or how much he tormented her.
Shi Che’s hand grabbed Ling Lingchuxia’s chin viciously, his dark eyes fixated on her numb eyes, and he suddenly curled his lips, letting out a light sneer.
Even in such intimate moments, he felt like he was performing a monologue; all along, he was the only one acting out a monologue.
He no longer wanted to look into her eyes or see her numb expression. His hand clutched Ling Chuxia’s shoulder forcefully, turning her over, and then both hands gripped her waist, venting recklessly.
In ancient times, there were eighteen kinds of tortures. Ling Chuxia once read about them and knew a bit, said to be terrifying beyond imagination. She didn’t know how painful the eighteen torments were, but she felt that none could be more painful than now.
She didn’t understand why people were so passionate about joy and love. To her, joy and love were not only painful but extremely humiliating.
What she disliked the most was whenever he turned her over, a position that made her feel immensely humiliated, humiliated to the point of madness.
Unfortunately, she could only endure, could only forcibly endure, could only comfort herself that if she just endured a bit, it would be over, and everything would become nothing.
For the past three years, she had always comforted herself this way.
Today, Shi Che was unusually manic, and each of his movements carried an intense murderous aura. Ling Chuxia felt as if her waist was going to be broken in two under his assault, her consciousness starting to fragment, her mind gradually blurring into a haze, her hand clenching the bedsheet nearly tearing the fabric.
She didn’t know how long passed before everything finally came to a stop.
Ling Chuxia was drenched, fragrant sweat dripping as she collapsed limply on the bed, her mind completely blank. After a while, she seemed to regain a bit of consciousness and tried hard to open her eyes.
Shi Che had already risen from the bed, stepping towards the bathroom. She looked over, only able to see his tall back, emanating a fierce gloom.
Shi Che took a few steps, like remembering something, he stopped, standing still without turning back, only that cool, thin voice reaching her, each word cruel beyond measure.
"Remember to take the medicine, I don’t want any consequences!"
Ling Chuxia’s body had long been devoid of any strength, unable to move, yet hearing Shi Che’s words, her body couldn’t help but gently tremble.
All endurance, if ultimately could achieve the purpose, then no matter how difficult the process, one could hold onto hope.
But Shi Che repeatedly destroyed her hope.
Ling Chuxia’s eyes gradually moistened, a deep bitterness surged from her throat, piercing her to the extreme, she opened her mouth, wanting so much to say to him that she wouldn’t take the medicine.