Chapter 8: Pain Repeats Itself

  He had a hint of anger on him, when he received her call, he was in a meeting, she said she was uncomfortable, he dropped a house full of executives, pushed away an engagement and two important meetings, and rushed home. He waited for seven hours in the empty house for her, only to have her come back drunk and still acting like she was right.

  "Let go, you..." She didn't finish her sentence, as his lips sealed off all sound. He kissed deeply, no, it was more like a tyrannical punishment, filled with raging anger. He stood high above, never allowing anyone to defy him.

  The strong smell of alcohol on her body irritated him even more, the force with which he grasped her wrist was very great, as if he wanted to crush her slender wrist bones. Zhan Yan felt pain and struggled stubbornly against his chest, but he continued to ravage her lips and tongue wantonly.

  Zhan Yan tightly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and bit down on his probing tongue tip with her teeth, the sweet blood spreading between their lips. She heard him grunt in response, then forcefully push her away.

  Her cold and beautiful smile shook in the quiet space, she licked the blood on her lips, with a hint of bitterness amidst the pungent smell.

  And he seemed to have been really infuriated by her, his palm tightly pinching her chin. He lowered his head, gazing deeply at her, in the dark of night, his pitch-black pupils were unfathomable, surging with turbulent waves.

  "It's still just a small wild cat with sharp teeth and claws, not bad." His suppressed voice was filled with amusement, his deep, cold eyes lingering on her heaving chest.

  Zhan Yan started to regret wearing a suspender skirt today, under the thin skirt, there was only her underwear.

  His lips curled up in a gloomy cold smile, and he suddenly kicked open the door, picking her up horizontally and roughly throwing her onto the bed. His heavy body pressed down on hers, his sturdy legs straddling hers, one hand deftly unfastening the leather belt at his waist, while the other hand had already slipped under her skirt, tearing apart the lace underwear.

  A strong tearing sensation came from below, a sudden and fierce thrust without any foreplay, making Xian Yan's mouth gasp in pain. Her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and tears fell instantly. "It hurts so much, Ji Wei Yang, you bastard..." Her trembling voice was filled with sobs, her fingertips deeply embedded in his shoulder.

  He pinned her hands above her head, gave a wicked smile, "You call me a bastard, I'll live up to the name." He thrust deeper, his violent impact on her body intensified.

  The wind rushed in through the wide open window, lifting the curtains and revealing a hint of eeriness in the dark night. The wind was cold, but his heavy body carried a scorching temperature, making Xuan Yan suffer between ice and fire.

  From start to finish, she had been resisting. Her desperate cries were like a dull knife cutting into his heart. Under such circumstances, it was impossible to enjoy himself. Ji Weiyan hastily let her go, threw off his clothes and got out of bed, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

  She slowly got up, wrapped herself in the quilt and leaned against the headboard, her eyes tightly closed as tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes, while the corners of her mouth were sarcastically raised.

  In memory, every quarrel, without exception, ends on the bed. However, this can't solve any substantial problem at all, it just makes the pain repeat itself over and over again.