Her teeth sank deep into his flesh, yet Gan Yuan did not let go, biting down fiercely as if she were a crazed little wolf intent on tearing off a piece of him.
If it hadn’t been for this bastard, she’d still be living her carefree life just as before, so how had she ended up on the run with her son.
That didn’t matter, but he just had to show up again, shattering her peaceful existence.
She hated him, but more than that, she hated herself for not being able to harden her heart against him.
If she had never met him, her world would have been so different...
Resentment and anger, helplessness and loss... all her emotions were released in that one bite.
Between her teeth, there was a metallic sweetness—the taste of blood.
His shoulder ached, but Huangfu Jue made no struggle, nor did he push her away, allowing her to vent.
He just gently nibbled her earlobe, a delicate and inviting lobe that was round, fair, and irresistibly soft; each time he saw it, he couldn’t help but want to bite it.
She roared hoarsely, reversing her elbow toward his chin, and as she raised her arm, he blocked the blow with his own, seizing her wrist in the process.
Using his strength and physical advantage, he easily pinned her back onto the bed.
She lifted her other arm, but it had only come up ten centimeters before he pressed it down as well.
"Disgusting woman," he growled, frowning, "You’ll get hurt!"
She struggled, shouting even louder than him.
Drawing in a light breath, he slowly bent over her.
Seeing his intent, she cursed out loud.
"Bastard, don’t touch me!"
"Huangfu Jue, you are shameless, let me go..."
"I’m going to kill you..."
Gasping and cursing, she ended up not even remembering what she said.
In the end, she ran out of curses.
She stopped struggling, simply turning her face to the side, biting her lip, and striving not to make a sound.
But he wouldn’t allow it!
Sweat dripped from his face onto her forehead, and she instinctively turned, her eyes immediately meeting his.
With his hands on her shoulders, the man gazed intently at her face, a flame burning in his blue eyes along with a heartbreaking emotion.
Their faces were so close, his breath brushed against her face over and over, allowing her to clearly see him—his handsome, delicate features, the deep black luster of his eyes like the night sea, thick golden-brown lashes, and on his pale forehead, sweat shone like pearls...
She bit her lip and slowly closed her eyes.
In a daze, she was taken back to that night six years ago when he had looked at her in the same way.
A look that seemed as though, even if the world were to end the next second, he would not take his eyes off her face.