The sky outside had darkened when Shen Jianxi woke up, unsure how long she had slept. All her fatigue had vanished, and she stifled the urge to stretch, feeling a surge of fighting spirit.
"77, what time is it?"
"Hmm, it's 8:30 PM. You slept for five hours." 77's voice was groggy, clearly just awakened from standby.
How could this little system be more comfortable than her?
"77, from now on, don't go into standby when I'm asleep. Keep an eye out for me and give me an alert if anything happens."
"Understood, host. I'll guarantee the mission, you can rest assured!"
She turned her stiff neck from side to side, the pain gone. "Watch closely, you little useless 7. I'm about to show you some award-winning acting."
As she spoke, the door opened, and Ye Chuan Ci entered, dressed in a red men's wedding suit.
Seeing her awake, the corner of his lips curved into a beautiful arc. His obsidian eyes held a soft glow, as if nothing had happened. "It's good you're awake. We can't miss our wedding night."
Shen Jianxi's beautiful eyes welled up with tears, her earlier defiance gone.
He approached with a wine glass in hand, each step exuding an oppressive aura. Though smiling, he instilled an inexplicable sense of fear.
Shen Jianxi's face instantly turned pale. In that moment, she truly realized Ye Chuan Ci wasn't joking; he genuinely intended to imprison her forever.
She retreated, large tears streaming down her face, her voice choked and trembling, "Ye, Ye Chuan Ci, please don't do this. I'm scared."
"What's wrong, Xi Bao? It's our wedding night. You should be happy. Why are you crying?"
Shen Jianxi backed into the wall, looking helplessly as the man approached, the chain in his hand leaving her nowhere to escape.
He gently tidied her slightly disheveled hair, Ye Chuan Ci studying the young girl in the matching wedding attire. The fiery red outfit made her look even more delicate and alluring. He swallowed, his voice husky, "Good girl, it's time for our cross-cupped wine."
Her eyes and the tip of her nose were red. Seeing the wine glass offered to her, she hid her hands behind her back and shook her head, refusing, "I don't want it!"
The young girl's demeanor caused Ye Chuan Ci a pang in his heart, but he was truly out of options. He sighed, his tone like he was coaxing a disobedient child, yet his actions were forceful as he pulled her hand. "Xixi, be good! I don't want to force you."
His fingers were pried open one by one. The cold wine glass touching her palm felt like her current mood. Ye Chuan Ci's hand tightly enclosed hers, completing the cross-cupped wine ceremony with forceful determination.
As soon as they finished, Shen Jianxi threw the wine glass heavily to the floor. The thick carpet muffled any sound. Seeing the hatred in the young girl's eyes, Ye Chuan Ci's heart felt numb. The wine glass rolled from his hand.
He pulled her slender wrist, pressing her onto the soft duvet. His eyes held a hint of forbearance. "Be good, Xixi."
He then lowered his head to kiss her lips. Shen Jianxi turned her head, dodging his kiss, and yelled, "Let me go! Don't touch me! No, please don't!"
Shen Jianxi shouted in anger, "I'm so mad!"
In the last second before passing out, Shen Jianxi thought, she hadn't even had a chance to see the male models, how sad.
*
Shen Jianxi had never left this room.
Every mealtime, Ye Chuan Ci would bring the food in and feed her. At other times, she stayed in this room regardless of what he was doing.
He loved to kiss the skin behind her ear, watching her flinch and tremble with sensitivity, then pinning her on the bed or carpet for a session.
After that night, Ye Chuan Ci's attitude returned to what it was before, clingy and affectionate every day, as if they were in the throes of a passionate romance. He would chatter about amusing things, even though she never responded.
But Shen Jianxi knew it was all an illusion. If she showed the slightest hint of wanting to escape, he would go mad again. Su Dan Novel Net.
Except for his insatiable demands at night and leaving the room, Ye Chuan Ci was almost obedient. However, Shen Jianxi's mental state deteriorated day by day. Her appetite decreased significantly, and at worst, she would vomit after eating. She rapidly lost weight, her eyes growing dimmer.
"Be good, Xixi, just one more bite, okay?" Ye Chuan Ci held the spoon, extending it to the young girl's lips. The rich aroma of the chicken soup was appetizing, but Shen Jianxi felt nauseous and vomited. He quickly put down the soup bowl and patted her back.
As his hand touched her back, Ye Chuan Ci paused. The feel of her bones beneath his hand made him realize just how emaciated the young girl had become.
Suppressing the stinging in his eyes, Ye Chuan Ci's voice cracked with emotion, "It's okay. If you don't want to eat, we won't. I'll go downstairs and tidy up." He then picked up the things and turned to leave, fleeing in haste.
Closing the door, he walked around the corner and leaned against the wall, covering his face with his hands, and knelt down, crying out in anguish, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."