Stimulated by the cold water, Jessica instantly awoke, instinctively trying to sit up, but her body was still weak and without strength, barely propping herself up on her shoulders before collapsing back onto the pillow.
However, the struggle had already sharpened her awareness.
Opening her eyes, she only saw a blurry figure. She squinted to focus, and then she clearly made out Will, lips curled in a vile grin that made one itch to tear him to shreds.
How could he be here?!
A momentary blank in her mind, and then she suddenly understood her predicament.
Supporting herself with both hands on the bed, she tried to push herself up, water dribbling down her collarbone, tracing the curves of her skin, slipping over her chest—Jessica cried out, instinctively shrinking back and glancing at her chest.
Seeing her naked body, rage instantly flared within her, and she lunged towards Will.
A gun, encountered—delicate, silver, adorned with the pattern she favored—it was her gun.
Furious to the point of madness, Jessica was forced to halt her advance.
Will extended his arm, the barrel of the gun pressing against her chest, where the warm flesh met the cold metal, and a fine layer of goosebumps immediately arose.
Becoming conscious of her own nakedness, Jessica grabbed a blanket, covering her chest. In pulling, what covered her chest exposed her legs.
Her gaze sweeping over her bare thighs, she quickly scanned the room and immediately spotted her underwear at the corner of the bed.
"You..." Her large eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Will’s face, "You dare to touch me?"
"I think the word ’touch’ is not quite accurate—it would be more fitting to say I slept with you," Will leaned in closer, eyes roving shamelessly over the disheveled woman in front of him, "Compared to how you look clothed, you’re much cuter without clothes."
Jessica’s face turned crimson with anger, and she raised her arm to lunge at him again, but Will raised the gun, pressing it to her forehead.
"Be good, don’t move; otherwise, if it accidentally fires, we might never have a chance again, will we?"
Clenching the blanket tightly, Jessica glared at his face, teeth gritted.
"Will, I swear I will kill you myself!"
Will suddenly stood up straight; his action forced her to press back against the headboard.
The sight of a girl, embarrassed and furious, truly was interesting. He had thought that a woman like her wouldn’t know shame, but it seemed that this tough girl was nothing more than a paper tiger after all, just a little girl at heart.
"Well, either kill me now, or..."
Jessica was still seething, but the man’s hand had already reached out, forcefully grasping her chin.
"Or what? Marry you?"
"Keep dreaming; even if you were the last man on earth, I wouldn’t want you."
Will chuckled lightly, "If I were the last man on earth, I certainly wouldn’t have time for you."
But, for now, he was very interested.
Rarely did he see her so powerless in his hands, and he was not eager to end this so quickly.
Will, with eyes narrowed, watched her face closely. Her face was wet from the water, droplets clinging to her cheeks, hair slightly damp, and her naturally rosy lips, moistened by water, seemed even more luscious.
"What... what are you going to do?" Jessica shifted back, already against the headboard with no room to retreat, thinking of resisting but aware of the gun, she could only seethe with anger, "Will, I tell you, I don’t care if you are Huangfu Jue’s man, this time I..."
Will leaned in abruptly, unapologetically capturing her lips with a kiss.