Li Chenghao’s voice was pale and feeble, sounding like a mix of persuasion and pleading.
At this moment, all that came to Han Xi’s mind was the image of Lu Jinghan.
She missed this man very much right now.
"Li Chenghao, if you don’t want me to hate you, then let me go quickly."
Han Xi’s hands under her clothes clenched into fists, her voice indifferently distant as if speaking to a stranger.
The moment Han Xi finished speaking, Li Chenghao’s deep eyes became desolate, as if he were a wandering soul without flesh and blood.
"Xiao Xi, I love you, from beginning to end I’ve only loved you. Come back to my side and let’s start over, okay?"
Han Xi couldn’t care about Li Chenghao’s injuries anymore. She struggled to break free from Li Chenghao’s grip, turned around, and faced him directly, her indifferent eyes filled with rage: "The person I love now is my husband, Lu Jinghan. You know me, if I didn’t love him, I wouldn’t marry anyone. Right now, my heart holds only that man, and there’s not a shred of place for you. I beg you to let go, please cherish the person in front of you, don’t wait until you lose her to realize her importance."
The person Han Xi referred to was Han Siyu, she knew how much her sister loved Li Chenghao, and what Li Chenghao was saying now was undoubtedly stabbing Han Siyu’s heart with a knife.
Hearing Han Xi say she only loves Lu Jinghan, with no place for him at all, Li Chenghao seemed to be stimulated, losing all reason.
He crazily lowered his head to kiss Han Xi’s lips, his tongue aggressively invaded her mouth, biting fiercely, as if punishing Han Xi for what she just said.
Han Xi struggled desperately, she had never hated Li Chenghao more than at this moment, not even when he slept with her sister.
The more Han Xi struggled, the harder Li Chenghao bit; her tongue and lips were bitten until they bled, the thick bloody smell mixed with breath permeated her nostrils, and the pain made Han Xi shed tears.
Sitting on the sofa, Han Siyu just watched, calmly, as if the man wasn’t the one she loved with her life.
However......those crimson eyes were filled with bone-deep hatred.
Han Xi was forced into a corner by Li Chenghao, her hands pinned strongly above her head, yet her mouth never ceased from being bitten.
Her mind was filled with Lu Jinghan, the softest place in her heart hurt unbearably.
All her resistance became futile against the disparity in strength between men and women, until Li Chenghao kissed her salty tears, finally ceasing his actions.
Seeing the blood on Han Xi’s mouth, Li Chenghao realized just how crazy he had been, how little he considered her feelings.
Li Chenghao regretfully raised his hand, wanting to help Han Xi wipe the blood from her mouth, but Han Xi slapped it away.
Li Chenghao would probably never forget the look of hatred Han Xi gave him when she looked up.
It was hatred carved into her bones and blood.
"Xiao Xi, I’m sorry, I just love you too much. I couldn’t accept you loving another man....."
Li Chenghao explained with a pale face, his hands remained stiffly suspended in the air.
Han Xi didn’t say a word, lowered her head and pulled a mask from the pocket of her white coat, putting it on. She didn’t want the nurses to see her face and gossip.
At the moment she pushed open the ward door, Han Xi looked back at Han Siyu sitting on the sofa, sincerely puzzled why Han Siyu hadn’t helped her stop Li Chenghao earlier, but just casually sat there and watched.