The man suddenly stopped moving.
"It really started, don’t touch me," she continued.
Rong Shaoze raised his head and did not believe her words.
He curled his lips into a wicked smile, "Is that so? Let me check."
He remembered her menstrual cycle, which was not due today but should be a few days later.
But when he pulled down her pants, he saw the blood stains on the thin sanitary pad and froze.
Lin Xinlan’s face turned bright red with both shame and indigence. She got up, pushed him away, hurriedly straightened her clothes, and wrapped her body in the blanket.
"I was telling the truth, I didn’t lie to you."
Rong Shaoze clenched his fists tightly, veins throbbing on his forehead. He glared at her as if it were her fault that her period had come.
"Why today? Isn’t it supposed to be four or five days from now?!"
Lin Xinlan was slightly stunned. How did he know her menstrual cycle?
"My cycle is irregular; it’s common for it to start a few days early..."
"It’s not my fault!" she said in a hurry, fearing he would take her in spite of everything.
Rong Shaoze took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the fierce desire within him, and gritted his teeth, "When did it start?"
Did that mean he had to wait a whole week before he could touch her?!
"Lin Xinlan!" he roared in anger, grabbed her body, and pressed her down fiercely beneath him.
God, he couldn’t stand to wait even one day, let alone a week!
Lin Xinlan struggled in panic, her eyes filled with unmistakable terror, "What are you doing? Are you not afraid of getting dirty? Rong Shaoze, don’t go too far!!!"
Was this man a beast? Even when she was , he still wanted to touch her?
"Shut up!" the man’s face turned even more livid with anger, "Who said I was going to touch you!"
He bared his teeth with a sinister smile, his gaze fierce, as if he was about to devour her, "Who says I can’t do other things if I don’t touch you?"
He pressed down on her, hugging her tight; Lin Xinlan’s face was squished against the mattress, almost deforming.
"You... don’t press down on me... It’s heavy..." It was too heavy; she couldn’t breathe, feeling as if all her organs were about to be squeezed out.
Rong Shaoze turned her body over so that she faced him.
One of his solid arms was around her waist, and the other hand pinched her face, forcing her to look into his eyes.
His gaze was cold as he stared at her, his thin lips pressed into a line, not saying a word.
As Lin Xinlan maintained eye contact with him, her eyes began to sting and she faltered.
She blinked and asked confusedly, "Do you plan to just stare at me?"
"Answer my questions honestly, or I’ll punish you," he said coldly, his grip on her face tightening, truly not showing any tenderness.
Lin Xinlan suppressed the disgust in her heart and asked indifferently, "What questions?"
"..." He glared at her, silent.
"What exactly is the question?" This man, does he have a mental problem?
"Do you really want to divorce me?"
Lin Xinlan froze for a moment; she hadn’t expected him to ask this question.
"Answer me honestly! No hiding anything," the man emphasized, as if he feared she would lie.
Lin Xinlan couldn’t help but sneer. She had not thought about lying at all. If Rong Shaoze would hurt someone else, maybe she would say a few words to ingratiate him.
But she was not afraid of him hurting her, there was no need for her to ingratiate herself for her own sake.
"Yes, I truly want to divorce you."
"Not the slightest bit reluctant?"