"But I want you, it's been quite difficult to hold back," the man whispered into her ear, intentionally blowing air into it.
Wei Anning felt a shiver race up her spine; her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand, forcing her to grab onto his sleeve. She was grateful that they were shrouded in darkness, so he couldn't see her disheveled state.
"I don't want to...ow, it hurts!" She hadn't finished speaking when he bit her earlobe hard, bringing tears to her eyes immediately.
The man's burning hand trailed down her spine, causing shivers wherever it touched; he nibbled on her lips, murmuring lowly, "Little liar, this mouth of yours isn't honest, you deserve a punishment."
The biting and sweeping between their lips brought an overwhelming sense of suffocation; Wei Anning whimpered, her heart rising to her throat. She was shaking with fear, terrified that he would lose control and tear her apart right there.
In the brief moment when they paused for breath, she begged for mercy, "Please let me go, I'm begging you, I really need to use the restroom, I can't hold it any longer."
It wasn't just fear of him, but also the embarrassing need of her own body; she wanted to go to the restroom, and after holding it in for so long, she couldn't any longer. If he continued his assault without care, he would burst her bladder.
Even though he couldn't see her expression clearly, he guessed how amusing it must be, and couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Baby, you're just too adorable."
Wei Anning couldn't bother with embarrassment; as soon as the door opened, she rushed out without thinking of anything else.
However, having been in the dark for too long, the moment she was exposed to the bright light, her eyes hurt so much that she reflexively closed them, then missed her footing and let out a scream.
She thought she would end up with a face full of dust, but the next second, she fell into a scorching embrace.
The man's chest vibrated with laughter, clearly in a good mood. Wei Anning, with her eyes closed, gradually calmed down, but she had a question in her mind: Why could the masked man move freely on the island?
Leng Youchen had ordered her to be locked in the dark room, yet he could come and go as he pleased and even do such outrageous things to her. His identity was indeed suspicious.
"Leng Youchen?" Wei Anning called out unexpectedly.
There was a moment of silence by her ear, followed by the man's angry voice, "Have you lost your mind, screaming another man's name in front of me?"
Wei Anning went silent; even for just a moment, she felt his body stiffen, and she pressed all her suspicions into her heart to avoid his scrutiny until she found an opportunity to unveil his true face.
This bastard, if he really was Leng Youchen, then he was going too far. Was it fun for him to toy with her like this?
After a while, Wei Anning felt herself set down; her eyes still hadn't adapted to the bright light outside. She heard the door open and then close; it seemed the masked man had left.
She sighed with relief. When she stepped out of the restroom, she immediately saw the deck prepared for a serious encounter. Leng Youchen was at the forefront, the Butler standing by his side and more than twenty men in black suits behind him.
Their formation looked as if they were ready to capture a fugitive.
She looked up, the rising sun's rays were so sharp that they hurt her eyes, and with a squint, she walked onto the deck. Looking down at Leng Youchen, who sat in his wheelchair, she smugly thought, keep pretending, I'll see how long you can keep up this fox's mask.
Leng Youchen's gaze flickered, his voice as cold as ice, "Who let you out? Have you still not given up hope of escaping?"
Wei Anning had already convinced herself that he was the bastard who had mistreated her, and since he wanted to play, she was going to act alongside him and see when he would slip up.
In this game of cat and mouse, it remained to be seen who was the cat and who was the mouse until they clashed.