Lin Mei wore a pair of thin stockings. When that large hand touched her, her heart began to panic. Goosebumps immediately rose on her skin, and a dense layer of gooseflesh erupted. With her eyes covered, her other four senses became more acute than usual, magnifying her fear tenfold.
She reflexively cried out for help and struggled, only to remember that her hands were bound by iron chains. Not only could she not push him away, but she also ended up hurting herself. The cold iron chains rubbed against the skin of her wrists, the pain almost bringing her to tears.
Pain led her to think. Lin Mei began to wonder who had tied her up here. The first person that came to mind was Zhao Jianghe, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Zhao Jianghe would not need to go to such lengths to test her.
As she pondered, the hand that had been restraining her suddenly moved. The person patted her legs a few times, with a force that was neither too heavy nor too light, as if flirting. This action…
A familiar scene flashed through Lin Mei’s mind, and she blurted out, "It's you?"
Having had intimate contact with someone countless times, even without consciously remembering, one becomes intimately familiar with each other's small gestures. Moreover, she had only ever been with him, making it even more unforgettable.
In response, the man’s kiss was hot and urgent. Her lips were sealed, her breath cut off. He aggressively conquered her mouth, and she felt as if all the oxygen in her chest was being emptied, as if he would swallow her whole like this in the next moment.
If she had harbored doubts before, then after her lips were sealed by his kiss, she was two hundred percent certain of his identity.
Their chests pressed together, he grabbed her shoulders, his teeth gnawing at her lips. The action was too violent, and her eye mask fell off, their gazes colliding without warning.
Xing Zheng released her, his eyes fixed on her swollen, red lips. Her eyes were filled with emotion, possessing a fragile beauty. Seeing this scene, Xing Zheng remembered the push notification he had received on his phone, and his gaze suddenly deepened, his breathing becoming heavier.
Xing Zheng pinched her chin, his fingers brushing away the hair by her lips. His fingertip pressed against her lower lip, and he asked hoarsely, "Do you want a man this much?" His tone was exasperated, as if he were a cuckolded husband scolding his wife for being promiscuous.
Question marks appeared above Lin Mei's head: "?" It was clearly he who had tied her up and touched her first, so why was he blaming her? Or was he referring to Xu Ying?
As she was about to retort, the man in front of her started fiddling with his phone. Finding something, he held the phone up to her eyes. Lin Mei saw the content on the screen, her cheeks burning, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into! How could she have forgotten this possibility?
"You like it that much." His gaze roamed up and down, appraising her. "Since that's the case, when it's your birthday this year, I'll give you another big gift. Excited?"
Lin Mei: "..."
She saw the content on the screen, line after line, clear as day. Each word felt like a slap across her face. At that moment, she felt she might as well find something to kill herself with.
She had only recently regained some initiative from Xing Zheng. The cool image she had just established collapsed. Unwilling to accept it, she stubbornly retorted, "My boyfriend and I like to be this affectionate. What business is it of yours?"
Indeed, as soon as she said this, the man's gaze deepened. Thinking he was provoked, she was surprised when he suddenly burst out laughing, "What, is your boyfriend useless?"
Lin Mei: "..." On such matters, she always seemed to be outmatched by him.
He reached out and unlocked the shackles on her feet, saying flippantly, "Since you miss me so much, I'll reluctantly solve your longing for me."
Reluctantly? With that look of unsatisfied desire on his face, he hardly seemed reluctant. It was as if she were begging him. "No need. You’d better save this favor for Miss Jiang. You're so busy, I'm afraid your body won't be able to handle it."
"Won't be able to handle it?" He unbuttoned his shirt, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. "We'll see who can't handle it later. You'd better not cry to me."
With that, he took off his shirt and threw it aside, his eyes gradually becoming more fervent.
Afterward, Lin Mei lost all sense of time. She didn't know where she was or what day it was.
Just as Xing Zheng had said, no matter how sharp her tongue was before, in the end, she was the one who "couldn't handle it," and she was the one who cried.
Just like their previous games and confrontations in their relationship, whether she resisted or spoke harshly, she would always lose to him, suffering immensely from his hurtful words.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was quiet, only the sound of their intertwined breaths could be heard.
A few minutes later, a buzzing sound echoed through the room. It was Lin Mei's phone ringing. Xing Zheng picked up the phone before she could. The screen displayed Xu Ying's name. Xing Zheng, with a blank expression, hung up. Lin Mei tried to snatch the phone from him, "Who told you to hang up my call?"
She snatched the phone back and called Xu Ying. Xing Zheng watched from the side. When she spoke to Xu Ying, her tone was very relaxed, and she started smiling as soon as she heard his voice.
Xing Zheng moved closer to her, intending to make things difficult for her. Lin Mei frantically pressed his hand, but he easily broke free. The situation was gradually getting out of control. He was determined to play a prank, and Lin Mei knew she couldn't continue talking to Xu Ying. So, before losing her composure, she hung up the phone.
Xing Zheng continued with his prank, not forgetting to tease, "Why aren't you continuing? I wanted to hear what you usually talk about, how affectionate you are."
"You're crazy." Lin Mei retorted, "Aren't you and Miss Jiang affectionate? Why do you need to listen to others?"
"One needs to learn different styles, lest they get bored," he retorted equally, using this to mock Xu Ying. "However, I overestimated him. He's so boring, no wonder you always..." He leaned close to her ear and finished the last half of the sentence.
Lin Mei was enraged by his words, her ears burning. She felt like a shrimp pulled from boiling water. She hastily pushed him away and cursed, "You pervert!"
"Is this your first day knowing me?" He was long immune to such words. "I'm a pervert, and you think about me every day, don't you? The evidence is all on my phone."
Before Lin Mei could retort, her stomach rumbled loudly. She was very hungry. The factory canteen food didn't suit her taste, so she only ate a few bites. In the evening, she was drugged and moved here. Now, her stomach was pressed against her back.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat," Lin Mei said impatiently.
"It's one in the morning, where do you want to eat?" the man asked her.
Lin Mei: "..." It was one o'clock? When she left the factory, it was still evening! Even if she had been unconscious for three or four hours, from eight or nine o'clock until now, it was still exaggerated…
That damn man!
"Can't I just order takeout?" Her tone became increasingly impatient.
He chuckled, "In this desolate place, where would you find takeout? If you're thinking of ordering takeout, you might as well beg me to satisfy you."