Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 101 - 103: Forced to Cohabit (Forty-Six)

"Jingfeng, what are you doing?" Ji Anning stared wide-eyed, suppressing her voice to avoid alarming people in other rooms as she exclaimed in shock.

She pushed against his chest with both hands, mustering all her strength.

But he was still a man, and even sick, she was no match for his strength.

Ji Jingfeng buried his face into the crook of Ji Anning’s neck, his burning lips bit down on a soft patch of her skin, sucking hard.

"Ah!" Ji Anning winced in pain, tears forced from her eyes.

Her hands remained pressed against Ji Jingfeng’s chest, never entertaining the thought of giving up.

Suddenly, Ji Jingfeng’s hand moved under her skirt. She stiffened instinctively, squeezing her legs together while simultaneously grabbing his neck with one hand, mustering brute force to push him away suddenly.

Ji Jingfeng, toppled by Ji Anning, lay flat on the bed, his feet on the ground, catching his breath weakly.

Ji Anning stared at the two nail marks on his neck, shocked at herself, for in that instant, her resistant heart, beyond her imagination, had preferred to strangle him rather than comply.

Ji Anning, he’s your fiancé!

"Weren’t you slept with by another man? Why pretend to be pure?"

Ji Jingfeng’s cold voice broke her reverie, and she turned to look at him.

His deep, ink-black eyes also gazed at her, his handsome face under the dim light, wearing a mocking smile.

"Who is that man? How long have you known each other? Does he know you’re engaged? Does he know you were sold by your parents to the Ji family to be a child bride?"

Every sentence from Ji Jingfeng was piercing, each more spiteful than the last.

It was as if he was stripping Ji Anning’s clothes, piece by piece, just to humiliate her.

Being humiliated by the Ji family had become commonplace for Ji Anning; she lowered her head, remaining silent.

Whatever she said, he wouldn’t believe her; repeating it was futile.

"This way mom won’t trouble you anymore, get out."

Ji Jingfeng, disgusted, shifted his gaze away from Ji Anning, turned over, and climbed onto the bed, turning his back to her.

Ji Anning stood up, brow furrowed sorrowfully as she watched him, "If you need water, call me, I’ll get it for you."

Not for anything else, but for the mother-in-law who had treated her as her own daughter all these years.

Having said that, she didn’t wait for Ji Jingfeng’s scornful ridicule and turned to leave the room.

The empty corridor was devoid of any figures; she gently closed the door to Ji Jingfeng’s room, her hand not leaving the knob as she leaned against the door frame, her gaze turning to the room directly across.

She sighed, then self-mockingly smiled.

Ji Anning, even Ji Jingfeng despises you.

...

Back in her room, she turned on the light, illuminating not just the pitch-dark room but also the watcher’s heart in the night.

Ji Anning felt so exhausted; she took off her shoes but still felt tired, so she then removed her dress, stripping herself bare, piece by piece.

In their eyes, she was like this now, a clown without clothes, to be humiliated at will.

Did he think the same?

Wrapped in a towel, Ji Anning stood barefoot by the window frame, gazing at the balcony directly in her line of sight, her eyes melancholic.

After standing until her legs grew sore, she snapped back to reality, and lifting her eyes, her gaze trembled in shock.

He... when did he stand there?

The man’s tall figure, lazily leaning on the balcony railing, watched her, his profound black eyes in the pitch-black night, gleaming with a sinister and terrifying light.

As if to devour her.