Du Ruoxin: "..."
Uh—
Looking at the man's pitch-black face, she froze.
It seemed she had done something wrong?
She felt a bit cowardly and instinctively wanted to run, mainly fearing she would actually be hit.
After all, women had less strength and were naturally no match for men in terms of martial power. If Rong Jingyang really hit her, it would be like crushing a small ant.
If not now, when would she escape?
But as Du Ruoxin's backside lifted slightly, her waist was firmly restrained. Immediately, the terrifying, dark features loomed over her.
Wuwu—
Du Ruoxin closed her eyes, screaming in fear, "Rong Jingyang, men can't hit wo—"
He was kissing her?
Not hitting her?
No, that wasn't the point. The point was that all the ink on his face smeared onto hers, and it got all over her mouth too!
Wuwuwu, was this what they called inviting trouble upon oneself?
Du Ruoxin batted at Rong Jingyang, wanting him to let go, but she couldn't make a sound and was forced to consume a lot of ink.
Even, due to the man's kiss, her eyelashes and eyelids were covered in ink.
Du Ruoxin didn't dare to open her eyes, fearing that opening them would only be more stimulating.
[Rong Jingyang, let go!]
[Let me go quickly!]
[I'm so uncomfortable!]
However, no matter how she struggled, he didn't let go at all. Instead, he deepened their embrace.
Du Ruoxin's mouth felt a wave of bitterness, mixed with the smell of chemical water, plus a hint of hormones…
Even her breath was filled with a pungent chemical smell.
Du Ruoxin even felt the ink seeping into her facial skin through her capillaries.
Ah!
Blackheads!
Ah!
Clogged pores!
If he didn't let her go soon, she would turn into a dark and ugly monster tomorrow.
Du Ruoxin forcefully hit the man.
After a long, long time, Rong Jingyang finally released her.
By then, they had both consumed the ink they were meant to, and the rest flowed down their cheeks.
Staining their necks black and soaking their clothes.
Some also flowed along Du Ruoxin's cleavage to her stomach.
"Rong Jingyang!"
She quickly wiped away a drop of ink, burying her face in his chest, smearing it on his white shirt.
Looking up again, her disheveled features were filled with explosive rage.
The man's cold, deep voice sounded from above, "How did it taste?"
Pfft—
Du Ruoxin spat out in one breath, "You're bullying me!"
The man, whose face was so black he couldn't even see his expression, said, "You were unreasonable first."
Du Ruoxin's forehead was emblazoned with anger, "Which woman isn't unreasonable?"
"What's wrong with me being unreasonable?"
"I just don't like Ivy, and I don't like you!"
"Seeing you two together makes me like a jealous woman, a shrew, a hedgehog with its quills all bristled!"
"Rong Jingyang, you haven't given me enough security, you've made me neurotic."
Once, she was so gentle, so considerate.
Thinking of their more than ten years of schooling and friendship, she hadn't thought much of it.
But she was wrong.
He didn't give his heart to her, but to Ivy.
He neglected her, ignored her, disregarded her, yet he was extremely attentive to Ivy.
He said not to fantasize about his heart, but she insisted on fantasizing.
He said not to throw tantrums, as she would be the one to suffer, but she insisted on throwing tantrums, insisting he worry about her.
Without Rong Jingyang's love, without Rong Jingyang's heart, what was the point of this forced marriage?
She'd rather not have it!
"You said you wanted to manage the marriage well. If it's just lip service, then I'll go buy birth control pills now!"
"Once the deadline is up and the divorce certificate is processed, I'm going back to Europe!"