Chapter 1: Nightmare
Hot!
So hot she could hardly breathe!
It felt as if her body was being torched, with countless ants gnawing at her blood within. Her mouth was dry and her tongue scorched; unbearable itching and shame combined into an unbearable sensation.
Suddenly, a cool sensation enveloped her from behind. The refreshing touch against her skin quickly helped alleviate the intense heat within her.
Following that, she was enveloped by the potent scent of a masculine pheromone, from which she could not break free.
"Ah! No!"
Her body felt torn apart, waves of pain rolled over her, so excruciating it seemed to shatter her heart and lungs.
In an instant, the burning sensation subsided entirely, the man disappeared, and all that was left in front of her eyes was a naked little girl.
The little girl's face was smeared with blood; her tiny, scrawny body curled up in the corner of the room, her tear-filled eyes pleading softly, "Mommy, Mommy, you are so cruel. You don't want your baby anymore..."
Her daughter!
"Baby!"
Ann Ning cried out in anguish, her eyes popping open in horror.
It's that dream again!
Her lost daughter's appearance in her dreams could still inflict a clear sense of pain on her each time.
Just as Ann Ning was catching her breath, she suddenly found herself looking into a pair of chilling, haunting hawk-like eyes. They were fiercely predatory, staring at her as if she were prey.
The deep abyss within these eyes seemed like a vortex, ready to draw her in and tear her apart!
An immediate chill ran down her spine!
A man's face, stunningly handsome to the point of being breath-taking, with a tall figure dressed in a black suit, stood straight behind her, the smug and lofty posture screaming of his arrogance and prestige.
There was a palpable sense of danger emanating from him!
Suppressing the fear welling up from deep within her, Ann Ning managed to stutter, “Who are you? How... how did you get in here?”
Her place of retreat had been intruded upon. She had merely closed her eyes to rest on the sofa for a moment; how did he break in?
There was a coolness in Li Ting's eyes, but a hint of amusement could be seen. "Slept with too many men to remember?"
He leaned over her again, his towering figure casting a shadow over her, sending a surge of pressure.
Ann Ning hurriedly rolled off the sofa, retreating in a stumble, “Nonsense! You think you're Brad Pitt? Why should I remember you? Leave now, or I'll call the police!"
"Calling the police?" A devilish grin curled up the man's lips. In a stride, he grabbed Ann Ning's chin, held up her body, and with a slight lift, pressed her against the dressing table, "The reason for the call is because you were raped within marriage?"
Ann Ning trembled at the man's words; he was clearly a hooligan!
She raised her hands, struggling fiercely, "Pervert! Who was raped by you within... within..."
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Ann Ning couldn't seem to utter the word "rape."
She had never been married. What did he mean by "within marriage?"
Does this man think he can do whatever he wants just because he's good-looking?
Li Tinghan didn't even give her a chance to struggle. With one hand, he firmly grasped her wrists above her head. His long legs slightly bent to press against her knees, pinning her securely down.
His hand, which held her chin, traced the teardrop mole near her eye, following her delicate collarbone and the exquisite curves, and rested on her thigh. "If I'm not wrong, your red mole on the inside of your thigh should be here."
The moment his voice faded, An Ning felt a chill at her waist. Her face drained of color, she screamed without regard, "No! Help..."
Before she could finish her cry, a heat bloomed on her lips. Two warm lips enveloped hers, a trace of mint freshness quickly swept into her mouth.
"Mmm..."