The wall lamp suddenly lit up, and Lin Yixun saw a familiar yet cold and handsome face. His gaze locked on her with a mocking smile on his lips.
"Lin Yixun, should I take it that you haven’t forgotten me?"
Lin Yixun sneered, retorting, "It’s naturally not that easy to forget something one hates."
"Is that so?" The man raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I’ll make you like me."
As he spoke, the man’s handsome face moved closer again, his scorching breath following. Lin Yixun’s heart trembled, and she couldn’t help but start to resist. But her strength was too weak; her fists landing on the man were merely a tickle.
The man chuckled lowly, "I’ll take this as you flirting with me."
"Leng Yixiu, could you be any more shameless?" Lin Yixun couldn’t believe that the man she was once deeply enamored with had turned into this.
Her angry outburst seemed to please the man even more. He opened his mouth and lightly bit her chin, his voice hoarse, "Don’t worry, I definitely won’t disappoint you."
Before she could respond, his scorching lips left a deep mark on her neck.
Lin Yixun only felt her skin scorched by something, a faint pain seeping through. She hopelessly stared at the wall lamp above her, her eyes stinging badly. An unruly handsome face floated into her mind uncontrollably, and tears began to fall uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.
The man’s grip grew stronger, his breath heavier, and Lin Yixun was well aware of what this meant.
But would Lin Yixun allow Leng Yixiu to humiliate and violate her ?
No, even if she fell from the clouds into the mud, living like an ant, she would not let Leng Yixiu trample her at will!
A decisive look flashed in her eyes. Lin Yixun steeled herself, resolutely closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue, then bit down hard. Instantly, her tongue sent a sharp pain coursing through her. But in the next moment, her jaw was gripped tightly by a large hand, and above her head, the man’s furious voice rang out.
"Lin Yixun, are you courting death?"
Lin Yixun slowly opened her eyes, and what greeted her was a face contorted with rage. She suddenly smiled, so what, he got angry when she didn’t comply?
Blood oozed out bit by bit from the wound. Soon, Lin Yixun’s entire mouth was filled with blood, but she perversely loved the taste of it.
She lifted her gaze to the man above her, weakly smiling, and said word by word, "Leng Yixiu, unless I die, I won’t let you trample on me again!"
Her smile further aggravated the wound on her tongue, and bright red blood gushed out from her mouth.
The man, seeing this, cursed angrily, "Damn it," then lifted her horizontally and strode out of the room. Along the way, they attracted countless onlookers, but the man had no time to deal with them, while Lin Yixun was already in too much pain to remain conscious.
Getting into the car, the man drove while calling his assistant, instructing him to cancel all his afternoon appointments. After handling everything, he turned to look at Lin Yixun in the passenger seat, seeing her face completely drained of color, as pale as paper. He couldn’t help but step hard on the gas.
The roads on Bali Island were narrow, and coincidentally it was rush hour, so the car soon got stuck in traffic. The man sharply turned the steering wheel, driving onto the sidewalk and pulling Lin Yixun out of the car, leaving it there without a second thought.
Lin Yixun was faintly conscious, but not completely unaware. In her hazy state, it seemed she was being carried on someone’s back. That shoulder was broad and thick, giving her an immense sense of security.