Shi Che’s sudden movent caught Ling Chuxia completely off guard, and before she could react, Shi Che furiously tore at her clothes with such force that the fabric constricted her skin, causing her intense pain.
However, she knew she couldn’t resist—against Shi Che, she could only comply. Thus, she clenched her hands tightly, struggling to control her trembling and trying her best not to let any extra emotions show.
The thing Shi Che hated the most was her indifferent deanor, no matter the situation. Seeing her like this now, the rage inside him ignited furiously.
He gripped Ling Chuxia’s shoulders forcefully and pressed his lips harshly against hers. Kissing, which was usually a beautiful thing, felt nothing short of torture with their lips crushed together, grinding violently. Ling Chuxia could feel no beauty, only tornt.
It didn’t seem as if Shi Che was kissing her but rather savagely devouring her, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Ling Chuxia didn’t know why Shi Che was so angry that day, nor did she know how she had provoked him. She only knew that whenever she saw him like this, a deep fear took root in her heart, making her shiver.
While others might be able to hide or fight back when faced with fear, she could do nothing but carefully conceal even her fear.
The ferocity of Shi Che’s kisses turned Ling Chuxia’s cheeks scarlet, her blood rushing to the surface and causing a slight lack of oxygen that brought on a suffocating sensation. Her hands clenched tighter, so tight that her nails dug painfully into the tender flesh of her palms.
Because they were so close, Ling Chuxia slowly caught the faint scent of perfu on Shi Che—a perfu that belonged to a woman.
The image she had seen that afternoon suddenly flashed through her mind.
The stunning woman, dazzling as flas, nestled by Shi Che’s side, her lips painted a bright red, slowly moving to Shi Che’s ear. Her lips parted slightly, whispering sothing word by word.
A smile had appeared on Shi Che’s usually expressionless face, their grinning faces complinted each other closely.
It was a smile that never appeared in front of her.
The perfu on Shi Che, it must have been that woman’s, right? Such a strong scent could only be transferred from a very close distance.
At such tis, Ling Chuxia usually endured because she couldn’t resist. She could only grit her teeth, letting Shi Che do as he pleased and silently waiting for it all to end.
Yet now, for so reason, as she slled that perfu, it felt as though an unknown force was pulling her, and her hands slowly lifted, resting against Shi Che’s chest, and she softly pushed him away.
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