(Warning: This chapter contains subtle non-con.)
The pain made Zhuang Nai Nai gasps a little. He promptly slows down.
His now gentle and careful caress gives her a false sense of protection.
She clenches her fists as she closes her eyes, her body trembling a little.
She can feel her body turning light. Turns out, the quilt that she has wrapped around her body has been taken off. He presses himself against her again before taking off her night dress using force. She tries to push him away but he grabs her by the wrists and subdues her.
And then, he goes for it.
Her body arches from the pain as she frowns, tears unconsciously pooling on her eyes.
He moves a little before whispering to her ears, “Nai Nai…”
The familiar way he addresses her stuns her.
A peculiar feeling rises inside her heart.
At that moment, the pain intensifies.
Zhuang Nai Nai feels like she is a small boat left adrift on a turbulent sea. She reaches the peak of the wave before promptly falling back down.
Under that situation, her mind gradually becomes blurry. She can hear him talking to her amidst a half-awake, half-asleep state, “I didn’t prepare those things, Nai Nai. I didn’t need them to satisfy you.”
Her head stops turning. Before she even gets to comprehend what he is saying, another wave hits her.
The first light of dawn slithers through the cracks of the curtain. Si Zheng Ting is wide awake as he stares at Zhuang Nai Nai who is in deep sleep.
She must be really tired. She is sleeping motionlessly, as though she is not even breathing. Everything feels surreal. Only her lips are curled in a stubborn manner.
Si Zheng Ting stares at her with eyes full of warmth and gentleness.
The air still carries traces of their previous love-making. Remembering their madness last night, he swallows heavily. He looks at her beautiful face and cannot stop himself from giving her a peck in the lips.
That kiss seems to disturb her in her dream. She frowns and turns around, continuing to sleep.
As she turns around, she accidentally reveals her arm as well as the love-marks that adorn it.
Seeing how tired she looks, Si Zheng Ting takes a deep breath and calms down the desire in his heart. He gets off the bed.
He turns around and looks back at her who is sleeping on that huge European-styled bed.
His usually cold lips curl up into a smile.
He suddenly remembers something that happened years ago.
They were in high school and were in their Chinese lesson. Their teacher told them to write an essay about their dreams. She kept looking at him nefariously while writing her’s.
He didn’t think much of it, cause she did that quite often, practically on every class.
After their class ended, their teacher suddenly entered the classroom in a huff and slammed the essay on Zhuang Nai Nai’s table, “Is this how you are going to be, Zhuang Nai Nai?”
Everyone looked at her.
Zhuang Nai Nai looked back at the teacher innocently, “What did I do, teacher?”
The teacher got angrier when he saw that innocent expression on her face, “You—- Alright! Alright! Since you dared to write it, why don’t you read it in front of your classmates?”
