Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 96 - 98: Forced to Live Together (Forty-One)
Ji Anning’s wrist was painfully gripped by the man’s large hand, and she couldn’t resist. Frustrated, she opened her mouth and fiercely bit down on his soft lips, and immediately, a taste of blood assaulted her senses.
It spread through their mouths, extending into their bodies, into their hearts.
’Mmm...’
The man’s lips pressed relentlessly against Ji Anning’s, nearly suffocating her, and she struggled desperately with the desire to survive.
Longing for a breath of air.
The man seemed to finally regain a bit of consciousness as his lips moved from Anning’s to her ear, and the strong scent of alcohol, along with his heavy breathing, teased and tantalized her like a feather.
Ji Anning trembled violently, hands grasping at the man’s waist, unable to push him away, yet she refused to give up her struggle.
She felt clearly the uneven surface of the man’s waist under her fingertips, her nails almost embedding in his flesh.
The man, however, was completely unaffected and continued to vent his desires, aggressively invading every inch of Anning’s skin.
Ji Anning’s body trembled violently.
The man disregarded her condition, gruffly tugged at her loose bathrobe, and yanked it open. Then, grabbing one of her legs, he skillfully lifted it, wrapping it around his sturdy waist.
His forceful intrusion and domination made Anning feel humiliated; she ceased her struggles, bit her lip, and kept silent.
But damn it, her body betrayed her with its response, craving to accommodate despite her resistance.
She clenched her teeth tightly, and as the man’s assaults intensified, fresh blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
The man’s pupils contracted dangerously.
The next second, he grabbed Anning’s arm, flipped her over so her face pressed against the pillow, and his large hand held down the back of her head.
Ji Anning did not struggle. If she could just be smothered to death, killed by him, it would be better than being humiliated by him over and over again.
Eventually, he seemed unable to bear it, withdrew his hand, and got out of the bed.
Bending down, he picked up his clothes at the fastest speed and stormed out through the door.
Upon hearing that emotionally charged door slam, Anning let out a sigh of relief, rolled over, and didn’t remove her blindfold.
She didn’t want to face anything, anyone, didn’t want to face this world.
Her soul was nearly gone, and in the future, she ought to avoid him even more.
...
In the vast living room, no lights were on, only the dim light from the moon outside, piercing through, making it possible to discern where obstacles were.
The man sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning against the window frame, head tilted back, holding a bottle of strong liquor.
Under the bright moonlight, his slouched figure radiated solitude and desolation.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Qi Helian, without turning on the lights, walked over to Ji Chicheng and sat down beside him in the same posture, asking with concern, then his gaze shifted to Chicheng’s clothes.
The buttons on his shirt were done up incorrectly, he took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and flashed it at Chicheng’s collar, revealing a clear scratch mark.
His gaze lingered intensely on the mark for a moment before he let out a frustrated sigh, "Hey, why bother? There are so many women in the world, yet you insist on touching this taboo. Are the price and all the possible consequences worth it?"
Ji Chicheng didn’t respond to Qi Helian, he lowered his head, then turned to look at him, "Help me go to Heavenly Capital to pick her up, she’s injured."
