This night was destined to be a major battle for Xiang Yu, and he carried no psychological burden. To him, Kong Ruyu was nothing more than an object for venting.
Kong Ruyu looked at Xiang Yu pleadingly, hoping they could go to the bed.
But Xiang Yu was unwilling. He just stood there, pressing Kong Ruyu against the wall. With his right hand feeling the warmth and softness, and his left hand around her neck, he said, "Speak up. What do you want me to do to you?"
By then, Kong Ruyu was already breathing rapidly, "I want you to fuck me," she said directly.
"Fuck you? What do you mean by that? Make yourself clear. Like this?" Xiang Yu moved his right hand, causing Kong Ruyu to cry out once more.
It was time again to cut down the word count. Though I consider this section to be a classic, and indeed one of the classics of the whole book, due to various reasons, I had to make changes. Hence, a thousand words are omitted here.
