"So painful..."
Leibei's little face, flushed from alcohol, was scrunched up in a pitiful expression.
But the man above her showed no mercy. His icy lips landed on Leibei's fair collarbone, leaving behind a series of rough bite marks.
Tonight was bound to be painful.
She tried to extend her heavy arm to push away the man in front of her.
However, when her misty eyes met his enchanting peach blossom eyes, she felt as if all her strength was sucked out in an instant.
"Li...," she murmured involuntarily, her full red lips barely muttering the word, her voice thick with emotional chokes, "I'm so glad you didn't leave me..."
As she spoke, she raised her right hand to touch his face.
The next second!
Bang!
Her suspended hand was abruptly caught and a great force jerked her extended arm harshly!
The sudden pain jerked her back to reality. Liebei, lifting her pale face, looked at him, her eyes brimming with accusing tears.
"Li, why..."
Her pitiful question was cut off halfway when she felt a cold stare from the man, making her hair stand on end.
In an instant, she was fully awake!
“Yan, Yan...”
Yan Xiu?
Why...why would he be here?
Yan Xiu halted, slowly lowering his head. His wickedly handsome face became a direct threat to her jaundiced, pale face. The lips colored like burgundy sketched out a ruthlessly cold, defiant arc, instantly awakening Le Beier's deep-seated memories of fear!
"Woman, this is the second time!"
One second of stupefaction passed.
"Hel—"
Her reflexive shriek was strangled midway, forcibly suppressed in the next second.
All because Yan Xiu's vice-like palm brutally seized her snow-white neck. The choking sensation of pain overwhelmed Le Beier in an instant. His monstrous laugh reflected in her dilated pupils.
"This is the second time you've mistaken me for another man. Excellent!"
Yan Xiu's voice was particularly low as he spoke, bending down to gently kiss her lips corners. It seemed as if he was quite satisfied admiring her deathly pale face and the continual trembling of her body.
"What should I do to return your deep affection? Hmm?"
His devilish smile and brutal action formed a stark contrast.
Seeing Le Beier under his control, like a stranded fish flopping desperately but unable to escape his grasp, inspired him further. Her breath was becoming feeble, as if she could pass out at any moment.
Thud, thud, thud!
Suddenly, the abrupt knock on the door echoed.
Yan Xiu paused his actions, as a glimmer of clarity pierced his pupils that seemed to be overtaken by an inky darkness. His gaze was fixed on Le Bei'er, the tears streaming down her face, and he slowly gave an indifferent 'tsk'.
The next second, he jerked up his arm that was circling Le Bei'er's neck, as if he was tossing out a piece of garbage, casually flinging her into the corner of the room without giving her another glance.
Le Bei'er felt as if she was about to break several bones in her body.
Like a wounded animal covered in bruises, she curled up her naked body, stubbornly and fearfully watching the man getting off the bed.
Yan Xiu picked up a white bathrobe, casually tossing it over his body.
He was naturally clothes-hanger material with his broad shoulders, slim waist, and narrow hips, emitting a sense of perfect golden proportion.
His long legs supported his nearly two-meter-tall figure, forming just a simple silhouette that established an elegant scene. The overwhelming aura surrounding him was breathtaking.
"Women, it would be best for you to drop that kind of look."
