His lips were less than two centiters away from Ning Xixi’s.
At the critical mont, Ning Xixi turned her face away, and Gong Xiu’s kiss missed, landing on her hair instead.
"Gong Xiu, don’t ss around!" Ning Xixi endured the rage.
What does he think this is?
He keeps saying she is his sister, but what kind of brother kisses his sister?
Gong Xiu watched her face, lively and brilliant, as the abnormal feeling in his body grew stronger and he vaguely realized that sothing was wrong...
"Xixi..." his hoarse voice was attractive, "If ti could turn back, would we still have a chance?"
Would he refuse Ning Xixi’s pursuit because of his parents and would they then have lived a different life?
"It’s impossible, back then I didn’t understand what real liking ant." Ning Xixi bit her lip, "And you? Do you really like ? Is it just because you can’t have that you treasure ? Ask yourself, do you like ?"
Gong Xiu was montarily at a loss for words.
Even he himself was confused about whether his desire for Ning Xixi was rely an unattainable conquest or if he genuinely liked her as a person.
But... his body was clamoring, wanting to break all barriers to make her exclusively his woman and to mark her...
Gong Xiu buried his face in Ning Xixi’s neck, slling the fresh scent on her, the agitation inside him raging even more, crashing inside him like a beast, about to destroy, to devastate...
He pinned down Ning Xixi’s wrists as she tried to struggle, tore at her clothes, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had lost all reason.
Ning Xixi was terrified, her face pale, continuously speaking to Gong Xiu, but he couldn’t hear it, he just kept tearing at her clothes...
She bit hard on his arm, filling her mouth with a strong taste of blood, Gong Xiu’s body stiffened, as if suddenly regaining consciousness, he used his other hand to twist the doorknob, trying to push Ning Xixi out of the room.
However, the door wouldn’t budge.
Gong Xiu’s pupils shrank, the door was locked!
He cursed softly, pulled Ning Xixi, looked around, and shoved her into the wardrobe, saying in a hoarse voice, "Call Ji Yebai, and don’t co out until he gets here!"
Ning Xixi nodded frantically, trembling as she dialed Ji Yebai.
The mont the call connected, she bit her hand, sobbing, "Dabai, co quickly..."
In the room, Gong Xiu dragged his almost uncontrollable body into the bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the shower.
The icy, bone-chilling water poured over his head, but couldn’t extinguish the burning sensation below...
His consciousness slightly hazed, he forcefully slamd the ceramic tile wall, blood running down with the water.
Pain finally brought back his sanity.
A self-mocking smile ford at the corner of his mouth, his eyes stinging, heart overwheld with bitterness.
Before Ning Xixi arrived, Lu Qinghe had coaxed him into drinking a glass of fresh juice; perhaps... there were unspeakable substances in that juice.
Does she really hate Xixi that much? So much so that she’d use her own son as a pawn?
...
Downstairs.
Lu Qinghe glanced at her watch, called the butler, "Go get a bottle of wine from the cellar."
"Yes, madam."
The butler opened the wine and poured it into a clear tall glass for her.
Lu Qinghe swirled the glass, watching the seductive red liquid, the corners of her mouth slowly curling upward.
It’s almost ti... to wrap things up.
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