Ling Chuxia dared not move recklessly anymore; her hands shifted to grasp the sheets, clenching them tightly as if this could somehow alleviate a speck of her pain.
She kept her eyes tightly shut, striving to focus her attention elsewhere so that she could ignore the piercing pain, the unbearable process.
The more she did this, the more frenzied and intense Shi Che became, with rage mixed with desire, as if he was determined to burn someone to ashes.
Time passed without her knowing how long, but when Ling Chuxia genuinely thought she might be killed, Shi Che finally stopped.
The moment his body left hers, he coldly flung her aside without an ounce of pity, as if he was reluctant to touch her any more than necessary.
Thrown back onto the bed, her body weak and numb, Chuxia watched as Shi Che indifferently donned a bathrobe and left the room, her heart sharply twisting.
Although she knew she meant nothing to Shi Che and didn’t dare to expect anything, his actions still brought deep humiliation. A sting at the bottom of her heart made her eyes unconsciously sour.
But... did she even have the right to feel upset?
She blinked hard, swallowing back the bitterness in her heart. After lying on the bed for a while to catch her breath, Ling Chuxia struggled to her feet and dragged her exhausted body to the bathroom.
Shi Che had used a lot of force, and the marks he left on her body were ruthless. Ling Chuxia’s body was covered in blue and purple bruises, shocking against her fair skin.
Ling Chuxia dared not look; she closed her eyes, quickly washed over herself with hot water, then dried off and wrapped herself in a bathrobe before leaving.
When she came out, Shi Che had already returned. He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, one knee propped up, one hand on his knee, holding a glass of red wine.
His fingers carelessly swirled the glass, the crimson liquid flowing with the motion. His handsome face was expressionless, his dark eyes profound, emanating an intimidating chill that instinctively made one want to keep their distance.
At this moment, Ling Chuxia was genuinely afraid to see him. Her heart, which had finally calmed, now surged wildly, and even her breathing halted.
She wished to approach with composure, but her legs refused to lift. After mustering the courage to take a step, Shi Che suddenly lifted his eyelids and swept a cold gaze toward her.
Chuxia shivered, her foot immediately retracting, daring not to make any further movement.
Shi Che looked at her terrified face, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, laughing twice before his smile abruptly vanished. He stared at her and said sternly, "If you don’t want to sleep, then get the hell out!"
With that sentence from Shi Che, Ling Chuxia knew she had once again triggered his rage. She dared not think any further; she immediately lifted her legs, trembling as she walked to the bedside, pulled back the covers, and lay down on the bed.