Surrounded by huge walls, a castle-like building stood on the edge of a distant city. It was Di Mansion. Behind it, there was endless forests stretching out. In front of it, the beautiful lake glowed with a cold luster. The entire building was filled with mystery.
It was cold.
Extremely cold!
On an embroidered carpet made by top Russian craftsmen, a young woman curled up and hugged herself tightly. A white hollow-out dress wrapped around her slim body, revealing her two slender legs positioned in a way which could definitely turn most men on. Her small face was exceptionally delicate. With pretty eyebrows and red lips, she looked so pure that it made people feel that it was a crime to touch her.
As her white and sexy shoulders were uncovered, she was trembling slightly with cold. Her long and attractive eyelashes fluttered, and there were some snowflakes on them.
The temperature was below minus ten degrees
"It's so cold!"
Did she fall asleep in the ice cellar?
"Reduce the temperature!"
In a daze, she heard someone was issuing an order. The voice was even colder than the temperature inside the room!
Who was that? She was so cold. Why did that man keep reducing the temperature?
Unwilling to be frozen into an ice sculpture, Wen Xiaoran finally forced herself to open her eyes.
What she saw was an Italian Renaissance mural, but with an unfocused gaze, she was unable to see it clearly. She looked down and saw herself lying on the ground beside a man's legs.
The legs were so straight, so long.
One of his legs lifted up slowly and stepped on her body with his shiny black leather, "Are you awake?"
It was that cold voice!
She was so cold that she shivered fiercely. Trembling, she reached out to remove that man's foot on her body. However, she found that her entire body was so weak as if she had a serious illness!
"Let go of me!" She whispered, with a weak voice. The temperature was too low, making her fingertips painful as if they were stabbed by needles.
"Can you raise the temperature? I'm freezing cold."
He still stepped on her. He stepped even harder, pressing her to the ground!
What happened?
"Let you go?" The man lowered his head. He pinched her chin frivolously and turned her face over. "Why should I let you go, Jiang Tianxin?"
This man was quite good-looking, more beautiful than other women. He was so handsome that his face was like an art carved by a skilled sculptor. There were no flaws in his face. This was the first time she had seen a man with such an outstanding appearance.
In this freezing cold room, he only wore a shirt without trembling with cold. With slender figure, he sat there loftily, just like an emperor looking down at his subjects!
His expression was as cold as the temperature, and his gaze was sharp, as if two sharp icicles would pierce through her at any moment!
"Jiang Tianxin?" She finally realized the crux of the problem, "Sir, did you mistake me for another person? My name is not Jiang Tianxin. I am..."
"Where's the child? How did you handle the child?"
"Child?" She could not follow his thoughts and repeated his word mechanically.
"Where is your baby?"
"I didn't have any child!" She tried her best to explain to him. However, she was too cold to speak.
"You aborted the child?"
The man abruptly exploded in rage. He lifted her chin and knocked her to the ground. Before she could get up, he grabbed her by the collar. He lifted her up. "How dare you abort my child!"
His expression was frightening, like that of Satan who was ready to kill people! His rage sprayed on her body, piercing her so hard that she couldn't even breathe steadily.
Afraid and aggrieved, she grabbed his hand to relieve the pain and tried to explain, "Sir, I don't know you. How can I have your child?"
"You don't know me?"
The words were squeezed out like toothpaste, and the nasal sound became heavier and heavier as time went on. Her heart lurched, Wen Xiaoran had a horrible feeling about what would happen next second.
He lifted her up and threw her on the bed, "It seems that I need to remind you of our relationship!"
Immediately, he pressed on top of her.
Wen Xiaoran was freaking out when she saw his throat under his black shirt and his iron chest pressing against her. "What do you want?"
Without answering her, he let his hands wander around her body...
Her clothes were torn--
"Ah!"
Xiaoran suddenly woke up and sat up.
How could she have that kind of ridiculous dream?
It was OK to be mistaken for another woman, but how could she do such a thing with a man...
How embarrassed I am!
She covered her face embarrassedly. She felt her palms were hot, so her face must have blushed.
But why did her body hurt so much?
And why was this room so luxuriously decorated? Even a presidential suite wouldn't have so many genuine works of art, right? Moreover, she had always ordered ordinary rooms in hotels.
Her confused head gradually cleared up as she asked herself these questions, and with an "ah", she fell out of bed, wrapped in a quilt.
Her virgin blood, like a blooming plum blossom was left on the sheet, forming a stark contrast to the snow-white sheet. That's her...
It was not a dream; it was real!
She had been raped!
This sudden realization made her completely dumbfounded.
