Chapter 4 Humiliation

  Xia Zi Li's expression was somewhat dull as she turned her head to look at him, the pain from earlier still hadn't allowed her to recover. This kind of heart-wrenching pain would be unforgettable for a lifetime. However, what she couldn't understand was that at this moment, he shouldn't be coldly smiling and saying even more ruthless words to heavily strike her, right? He shouldn't be looking at her with a victor's mentality, taking pleasure in how lowly and miserable she looked beneath him.

  What's this again? He actually spoke in a soft and pampering tone, saying "good girl"

  She can't take it anymore, she's in pain. So much pain...it hurts so much that all she wants to do is curl up and avoid his touch.

  "No. No. You leave. Leave... I hurt. Don't touch me..."

  She lay on the bed trying her best to avoid his grasp, weakly struggling with all her might.

  "Xiazilong——!"

  His entire face suddenly darkened, and his previous gentleness was swept away, with gloom crawling all over his eyebrows.

  "Let me go. Let me go..." As if stimulated, she suddenly became agitated and struggled with all her might to break free from him. Tears poured out like a burst dam, rushing and flowing wildly. That dark face, with an expression full of anger, deeply stimulated her. Thinking back to the excruciating pain earlier, her inner panic increased dramatically. She was afraid, afraid of such pain.

  Immediately, the anger in Mo Yunxuan's eyes surged and burned into a fierce flame, his gaze flashing with intense light. His grip tightened, his thin lips pressed together.

  He pressed her head down, entwining his lips with hers, leaving her no strength to struggle or anywhere to hide. As soon as she turned her head, the next second he would turn it back, and then another wave of fierce and violent passion would follow.

  At the same time, the hands trapped around her waist were also exerting force to hold her down, with a fierce force inflicting even more violent destruction and ravage on her soft body.

  Between her lips and teeth, a mournful sound flowed out from the woman's soft mouth in a continuous stream.

  Due to the intense pain and weak air, breathing was not smooth, and I felt dizzy. Suddenly, everything in front of me turned black, like a dark night. A faint light flashed by, and then I saw a pair of deep, gentle black eyes - Xia Ziyou's eyes from my memories.

  "Brother Hao——"

  "Who——?"

  He slightly furrowed his brow and relaxed his grip.

  "Save me—"

  A confused consciousness, murmuring drowsily

  His cold voice immediately rang in his ears, without leaving any residue, icy and without a hint of warmth.

  "No one can save you now, you are this king's woman, no one has the guts to..."

  "Brother Hao——"

  "Damn it, who the hell are you yelling at?!"

  The loud roar by her ear made her heart skip a beat, and the sudden pain in her neck made her eyebrows furrow.

  The "Huang Gege" she had been muttering to herself, who exactly was he? At this moment, the man's eyebrows and eyes were filled with deep gloom.

  She is his woman, the only name she can mention with her mouth is him.

  A resentful voice, the force in his hand pressed down, and his lower body was suddenly filled with an even more intense pain.

  Apart from pain, Xia Ziyou couldn't feel anything else

  It hurts. It hurts so much. She can't get free again.

  In severe pain, she fell into a daze and fainted away.

  The heavy snow continued to fall, and the bright snowlight shone through the thin window paper. The air outside was bitterly cold, but inside the house it was warm and cozy.

  Thick fur laid on the low couch, wherever you can sit or lean, it's covered with thick animal hides, white and soft, casual sitting, warm and comfortable.

  The charcoal fire in the brazier was burning vigorously, and compared to yesterday, it had increased in quantity. The thick red carpet with floral patterns on the floor made people inside the house feel as if they were not in winter at all. Outside, it was icy and snowy, with biting winds that sent shivers down one's spine. Probably, among all the households in the capital city, only the Yanwang Fu could make their home so warm and cozy on this cold snowy day.

  The door was pushed open with a loud creak, and Xia Ziqi's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly as she suddenly opened them. Through the mosquito net, several figures flashed in, with one person at the front looking arrogant and several maidservants following behind carrying washing utensils.

  "Be quiet, miss is still sleeping——"