The room was still very quiet, but at this mont, Ling Chuxia was no longer sleeping peacefully. Her cheeks were flushed red, her brow furrowed, her facial features scrunched up in discomfort, and she let out light, painful moans.
Taking a glance, Xiao Chen quickly looked away, unable to bear a second look at her.
He had no choice. To protect her innocence and fulfill Yun Shu’s wish, this was the only way he could do it.
He had his assistant give Ling Chuxia a drug that would create illusions of lovemaking, making it hard for a person to distinguish between dream and reality, and the side effects of this drug would leave one’s body sore, painful, and weak, just... just like after real lovemaking.
To make it believable, he even had his assistant create so ambiguous marks on Ling Chuxia’s body and dab so liquid on her thighs that was very similar to sen.
Xiao Chen’s gaze slowly swept over the ssy room. His hands hanging at his sides gradually clenched tighter. He didn’t dare to look at Ling Chuxia again, and unconsciously swallowed, but his mouth was full of unbearable bitterness.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say "I’m sorry," but he knew he didn’t even have the right to say those words.
Suddenly, he raised his hand, his fist clenched tightly, and punched himself forcefully. His strength was not small at all; with that punch, he felt intense pain on his right cheek, tasted blood in his mouth, and so blood slowly oozed from the corner of his lips.
This little pain did nothing to outweigh what he had done to Ling Chuxia, but it was the only punishnt he could give himself for now.
Xiao Chen closed his eyes in pain, but in the end, he stepped away, leaving one step at a ti.
When Xiao Chen returned to his apartnt, it was already late at night, yet as soon as he opened the door, he saw Ling Yunshu sitting on the sofa. She jumped up and asked him, "Xiao Chen, how did it go?"
Just that one sentence suddenly reminded Xiao Chen of when Chuxia lost her child. She called him and directly asked the first question: How is Xiaxia’s child?
That was all she ever cared about.
Xiao Chen tiredly curled his lips but couldn’t muster a smile. But she probably didn’t need it either. He didn’t answer Ling Yunshu and slowly walked towards the sofa to sit down, exhaustion written all over his face.
Without getting an answer, Ling Yunshu persistently pressed on, "Xiao Chen, tell , how did it go?"
Xiao Chen turned his face towards Ling Yunshu. She was indeed very beautiful, elegant, and graceful. He rembered the first ti he saw her at the Shi Family; she stood on the stairs with her back to him, wearing a white long dress, the hem flowing down to her ankles. When the wind blew, the white dress swayed, slightly obscuring his vision, and when the wind cald, the dress fell, and Ling Yunshu slightly turned her face. Those beautiful eyes unexpectedly struck his eyes and penetrated his heart.
But... that was the first ti he saw her in such a beautiful form, and also the last.
The woman in front of him, that beautiful face gradually twisted in front of him, becoming unrecognizable, but what he rembered forever was the goddess who touched his heart when they first t.
His hand slowly caressed Ling Yunshu’s face, his voice hoarse as he slowly spoke, "Yun Shu, you will co with to the United States, right?"
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