She felt as though she had been split in half by him. The pain was unending. She opened her eyes to look at the man above her. Immersed in desire, his face was extremely sexy. She was so enraged at this moment that she felt she could accomplish anything, and she really wanted to smash the vase from the bedside cabinet against his head.
As if noticing the murderous intent rolling off of her, Fu Tingyuan looked down and gave her a heavy look. She assumed she definitely looked quite ugly right now as she squirmed with a pale face.
After that, he moved down to bite her lower lip and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Luo Nanchu bit him in response and sobbed at his rough treatment.
This man was a beast. He looked so cultured on the outside, yet was so violent and unpleasant in bed. How had Bai Zhiyan not died after being his girlfriend for so many years?
She tasted blood in her mouth. It must be from Fu Tingyuan, whose tongue she bit. Feeling her frustrations thus vented, Luo Nanchu began clawing numerous streaks on his body, drawing blood.
Fu Tingyuan lifted his head up to look at Luo Nanchu's face below him. His gaze deepened and he grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them to the headboard before leaning forward to grind his mouth against hers again. She was like a little beast that had sharp claws and fangs as she bit his lips haphazardly. Her breathing was uneven. Her bright, dark eyes were misty as she sobbed like a young, fragile kitten.
He lifted another hand to pinch her cheek so that he could kiss her more deeply.
In between the mingling of their tongues, Luo Nanchu felt her consciousness blur as her energy dwindled.
She avoided his kisses and sobbed hazily, "Stop, Fu Tingyuan…"
He leaned forward again and sealed her panting red lips with his, silencing her once again with a kiss.
…
Luo Nanchu had always thought that Fu Tingyuan wasn't the type to kiss his partner during sex.
At the very least, he shouldn't be kissing her.
Evidently, however, she was wrong.
This guy was practically a kissing demon.
Every nook and cranny of her mouth had been touched by his delicate kisses. She could almost mistake the intermingling of their lips and tongues as a sign of his deep love for her.
Luo Nanchu was practically unable to take this.
No matter how she tried to dodge him on the bed, Fu Tingyuan simply would not let her go.
His technique was terrible, but his kisses were soft and cottony. Not only was her body aching, but her heart also hurt vaguely from the way he kissed her.
Her first time was subsequently concluded like this, in a cruel and mocking way.
She had never succeeded in seducing him to bed, no matter what she did.
Yet, tonight's intercourse felt like a joke.
She had wanted… to save her first time for the person she loved.
Although this person was supposed to be the one, he was no longer her lover.
Luo Nanchu felt her tears fall uncontrollably and unstoppably as sorrow and grievance overwhelmed her.
…
The next day.
Fu Tingyuan got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower. When he came out, his gaze flitted to the bed.
Luo Nanchu was still sleeping.
Her petite body was curled into the fetal position on the bed and swaddled in a blanket. There were traces of tears on her face.
There was a red stain on the bed. Fu Tingyuan's eyes paused on it before looking away emotionlessly.
Last night was rapturous.
He had lost control of his emotions earlier and had accidentally taken Luo Nanchu as a result.
However, he felt great about this.
Luo Nanchu was petite, flexible, and had long legs, which meant that he could move her into any position he wanted to satisfy himself.
His body became slightly hot as he recalled the events from last night. Walking toward the bed, he reached out and lightly caressed Luo Nanchu's slightly swollen red lips.