Ouch!
The beautiful woman's face scrunched up in discomfort, feeling unwell all over, moved involuntarily...
That single move -
Jiang Qin moaned in pain almost loud enough to scream.
Her hands were pinned above her head with an intimidating force, causing Jiang Qin to grow restless and struggle to free herself.
"Jiang Qin!"
The man's gritted-teeth voice grazed her ears.
Jiang Qin struggled even harder.
The next second, she felt a chill run through her body, amplifying her unease.
"Don't..."
Jiang Qin whimpered seductively, as if she herself realized something was wrong. The symptoms of sleep paralysis...Why was it similar to a sensual dream? Even dreamt of being forced by someone?
The man, utterly impatient, bent down over her, one hand gripping her waist, his cool lips curling into a scoff. "Jiang Qin, isn't this what you wanted? What act are you putting on now?!"
Even in a dream, Jiang Qin would not allow a man to humiliate her like this. She opened her eyes forcefully, a glint of frost appeared in her deep almond eyes, and she made an attempt to kick the man.
But her foot was effortlessly caught by the man.
He increased his grip gradually, the pain stimulating Jiang Qin's nerve ends, she paused for a moment, suddenly realizing...
She was not paralyzed by sleep paralysis, nor was it a wet dream.
Instead...
"Heh." He noticed her distracted state, his warm hand sliding like a fish. The next second, the man got his wish, but Jiang Wei froze.
Damn!
"Ah! It hurts!" Jiang Wei raised her hand, pushing away the man who was roughly on top of her. Her first time was taken away in such a daze, that she gritted her teeth in fury, "Bastard, let me go!"
The breath she was about to take was still stuck in her chest when her body was rigidly controlled by the man. From then on, Jiang Wei was on the verge of fainting every second.
Could this man be any more ravenous!
However, it soon dawned on Jiang Wei that this man wasn't insatiable, he was perfunctory, a sign of extreme distaste!
The difference in strength between men and women made Jiang Wei's struggle seem pointless. She chose to go down with the ship; if she was not going to have a good time, the person who hurt her would not get away with it either! Jiang Wei's hand, painted with red nail polish, ended up on the man's waist after a moment of struggle.
"Heh, you're indeed the famous vixen of City A, already knowing how to please others so quickly?"
Pleasing your head!
Jiang Wei cursed silently in her heart, biting her lower lip to avoid moaning. Her eyes, as shiny as black jade, were staring intently at the man's face. His features were finely carved as if they were art, with every angle perfect under the dim room light. The deep eyes showed no desire, and his thin lips held a cold and arrogant curve.
But ——
So what if he's handsome?
Dressed decently outside, just a beast on the bed.
"Who exactly... are you?" The pain from her nails digging into the man's flesh was inescapable, yet there wasn't the slightest hint of suffering in his expression. Jiang Ting was close to surrendering.
"Jiang Ting." His call carried her name, the extreme disgust and disdain evident in his eyes, "You've achieved your goal. We are divorcing."
"Divorcing?"
Was he proposing a divorce now?
Jiang Ting found herself in an ever-deepening state of confusion. She swiped her arm, leaving a long scratch on his back, with bits of his skin seemingly trapped under her nails. However, the man seemed to not care, his actions growing more and more reckless as if in revenge.
"You wanted to share my bed, didn't you? You've succeeded. I, Mo Yan, have never despised anyone as much as I do now. Jiang Ting, you are the first. Tomorrow, we divorce!"
The declaration of "divorce" from the man was uttered with immense emphasis.
At this moment, Jiang Ting was on the verge of collapsing, her consciousness fading. This time, she didn't retaliate. Instead, instinctively, she clung to the man's arm and continuously murmured his name, "Mo Yan!"
The man growled in a low voice, "Shut up! Don't call my name!"
He'd never met such an unashamed woman. The simple act of her uttering his name was an insult to him.
Jiang Ting gasped for breath, struggling to compose herself. Her mind raced, searching for information about the man and the cause of this ludicrous scene.
But the pursuit was fruitless.
After a moment, the man started to dress. His sharp face darkened completely upon noticing the absence of any signs of deflowering on the bed.
A divorce was inevitable; he no longer wished to gaze upon this woman for even a moment longer.
Following his scornful gaze, Jiang Ting moved the quilt, only to sit up in shock the very next second!
"I'm not a virgin?"
The man cast her a glance. There was a difficult-to-conceal look of anxiety and nervousness in Jiang Yin's eyes which appeared to be genuine, yet the fact was right before him, wasn't it?
"Mo Yan, you tell me what's going on?" Jiang Yin's expression was stubborn and she fearlessly stared at every move Mo Yan made, even as her hand shaking on the blanket.
"Jiang Yin." Mo Yan was already fully dressed, standing by the bed. He called her name with a rare tenderness, while in his beautiful eyes was a cold fierce expression. "Known throughout the city as a seductive fox, don't you think it’s more laughable that you still claim to be a virgin?"
Jiang Yin was stunned once again.