Before her appeared a face covered in sweat, its features dripping with allure.
As she opened her eyes, the man slightly hooked his lips, bowing his head to suck forcefully on her lips, "Awake?"
Gu Zhixi stared at him blankly, her mind in complete disarray.
Her gaze drifted downward to the man’s bare chest, which bore ambiguous marks. Lower still, their bodies were entwined, inseparable.
"You..." She finally realized what had happened, her face flushing red, shaking with anger, "He Jingyao! You..."
"Shhh..." He said, bending down once again to seal her lips, his hands hooking her knees to draw her closer to him, following with a harsh thrust, which made her moan involuntarily.
"Let me go, He... Ah..."
She tried to struggle, but the man’s actions grew even more aggressive, stifling all her complaints and struggles in her throat.
In such a rhythm, she slowly lost consciousness, her body as if no longer under her own control, merely at the mercy of this man’s wanton actions...
After an indeterminate amount of time, Zhixi opened her eyes again.
The room was enveloped in quiet, a chandelier above casting a soft glow.
She shifted slightly, and the aching throughout her body made her wince involuntarily, particularly below the waist, which was tingling and took longer to regain sensation.
This was an experience she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She stared at the exquisite chandelier on the ceiling, finally letting out a bitter laugh.
She hadn’t expected He Jingyao to stoop so low as to trick her into drinking that wine; she didn’t know what he’d put in it...
The idea of forgetting her from then on was just a deception, wasn’t it?
At this thought, a wave of bitterness washed over her, her feelings incredibly complex.
She took a deep breath, pulled up the quilt, and sat up.
At the end of her gaze, He Jingyao, casually wearing a bathrobe, faced her, seated on a sofa.
In his hand, he swirled a wine glass lightly but did not drink, his eyes resting on her with a satiated expression, his lips slightly curved in an ambiguous smile, as if savoring something.
Gu Zhixi shuddered slightly, both angry and ashamed, and so she glared furiously at him, "He Jingyao!"
He chuckled, putting down his glass, and stood to walk toward her.
The man’s tall figure and carefree smile carried a hint of aggression, making her instinctively afraid.
She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, scooting backward instinctively until she was pressed against the headboard, her eyes flashing with anger.
He smiled gently and leaned over close to her, this stance almost enveloping her completely.
The man’s breath brushed shallowly across her face.
Zhixi’s whole body tensed, her hands clutching the quilt tightly, she said coldly, "Mr. He, I need an explanation from you!"
"An explanation? Hmm, I drugged you." He chuckled softly, lifting her chin with his hand, "So, what are you planning to do about it?" View the correct content at NovelHub
Gu Zhixi was stunned, looking at him incredulously, "You... you think I can’t do anything to you?"
"No, I believe Miss Gu you are not the same as before." His dark eyes firmly locked on her face, his tone laden with deep meaning, "If I had done this to my wife before, she indeed wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it, but Miss Gu, you are different, aren’t you?"