19: Chapter 19 Don’t come over…
19: Chapter 19 Don’t come over…
Feeling the change in her voice, she abruptly took pause as she realized her body was burningly hot, her thin undershirt already soaked with sweat.
Inside her, a torrential desire churned, like an unstoppable flood, completely submerging her.
An Ruo felt immense fear and confusion in her heart, her eyes clouding with a misty haze, her slender body trembling like a sieve.
Suddenly the man let go, and her boneless body slipped onto the carpet, lacking the strength even to brace herself.
Tang Yuchen pinched her chin, lifting her head, his eyes dark and deep, as if he wished he could swallow her whole.
His fingertips were cool, causing An Ruo to shiver slightly.
“An Ruo, you’re quite good at self-control,” the man said with a light smile, his handsome face carved like a demon’s true form, then the smile faded, his gaze sharp and cold, “I want to see how long you can last!”
An Ruo violently slapped his hand away, grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, and smashed it with force, shattering it on the surface.
She grabbed a shard of glass, quickly retreated to a corner, and distanced herself from Tang Yuchen.
With the sharp fragment against her throat, tormented to the brink of madness by desire, her eyes still held a trace of defiance.
“Don’t come any closer…
I’ll die right before your eyes…”
Tang Yuchen’s gaze fixed on her was terrifying.
He had not anticipated that An Ruo, with her graceful appearance, had such a fiery spirit.
The two confronted each other for a few seconds; the man relaxed his body, his long legs crossed, his thin lips curling into a cold smirk.
“I won’t come over, I’ll wait for you to come to me.”
I won’t…” An Ruo hugged her body tightly, her own words sounding unconvincing even to her.
But she truly preferred death to approaching him.
Perhaps to everyone else, Tang Yuchen was a man who existed like a god.
But to her, he was a demon.
A demon she despised and feared.
What happened that day in the hotel was the nightmare of her lifetime.
Unless she lost her memory, she could never forgive him.
An Ruo kept thinking about everything that occurred that day, only hatred allowed her to maintain a shred of clarity and prevented her from losing herself and crawling onto him willingly.
But she underestimated the potency of the drug from the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
In just a minute or two, she felt like it had been an eternity, and she reached her limit of endurance.
Fingers tightening around the shard, An Ruoxin hardened her heart and forcefully slashed it across her fair wrist.
The sharp pain brought her some clarity.
But it was futile, she regained consciousness for only a few seconds before being overwhelmed by surging desire again.
Suppressing a groan, An Ruo was about to make another cut when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
The shard was taken from her, and her body was easily lifted by someone and pulled into a broad, sturdy embrace.
Her chin forcefully pinched, Tang Yuchen’s voice was chillingly cold: “An Ruo, I really underestimated you, you fucking have some nerve!
Did I allow you to hurt my property?!”
An Ruo heard nothing; she just wanted to alleviate the discomfort in her body.
Her arms automatically wrapped around the man’s muscular torso, and she buried her head in his chest, rubbing against him in misery.
If she had any clarity before, it had completely collapsed the moment Tang Yuchen held her.
An Ruo’s senses had already automatically shut out everything from the external world.