Chapter 102: Leaving Home, Stop Hurting Me
Silo knew he didn't belong here. After a brief pause, he said, "I'm stepping out for a while."
With that, he turned and left.
But the moment he turned, regret struck him.
Regret for bringing Ye Tianlin here. Over the past few days, having Liang Xiaoluo by his side had made him happy. The once empty and cold house felt alive, no longer desolate.
Yet, in the end, he had made that decision.
When Liang Xiaoluo saw Silo leave, she realized staying here would also be dangerous. Taking advantage of Ye Tianlin's momentary distraction, she threw out a sentence: "You'd better leave now. I won't go back with you."
With that, she hurried back into the house, heading straight for her room, trying to lock the door quickly.
But Ye Tianlin's steps followed close behind. Before she could lock the door, his foot blocked it.
Liang Xiaoluo used all her strength to resist, but Ye Tianlin was too strong.
The door was soon pushed open. Liang Xiaoluo lost her balance and stumbled back, hitting the wall behind her. Pain shot through her body.
"Hiss!" A muffled groan escaped her lips.
Ye Tianlin panicked and quickly tried to help her up. "Xiaoluo, are you okay?"
"Don't touch me with your filthy hands," Liang Xiaoluo snapped, shrinking back in disgust. She truly felt sick at the thought of him touching her, knowing those hands had been on countless other women.
Ye Tianlin refused to let go. "Let me see if you're hurt."
"Why are you pretending to care?" Liang Xiaoluo's icy words pierced him, her scathing critique raining down like cold thunder.
Ye Tianlin froze. Her cutting words drilled into his heart, gripping it painfully.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue because I hit the mark?" Liang Xiaoluo pressed her advantage.
She wasn't a pushover anymore. She wouldn't let him control her again.
"Do you really think I'm heartless?" Ye Tianlin's cold, sharp gaze met hers. She couldn't see the madness brewing in his eyes.
Liang Xiaoluo hesitated but remained firm, nodding. "Yes, you're cruel, heartless. You're the most ruthless devil in this world."
"Fine!" Ye Tianlin's lips curled into a cold, cruel smile. "If that's how you see me, I'll grant your wish..."
"What do you mean—" Liang Xiaoluo's eyes widened, a sense of foreboding rising within her.
Before she could finish her sentence, Ye Tianlin's body bore down on her. His lips captured hers with icy dominance, his tongue invading her mouth aggressively. It started as a gentle brush but soon turned into a storm, fierce and relentless.
"Mmph!"
Liang Xiaoluo's eyes filled with terror, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Ye Tianlin's face darkened, his actions turning more violent. His teeth and lips left marks on her pale skin, evidence of his roughness.
"Stop! Don't touch me! Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" Liang Xiaoluo cried, her face pale with pain.
But this pain was nothing compared to the ache in her heart—the deep, lingering torment that refused to dissipate.
"Filthy?" Ye Tianlin sneered like a beast. "Yes, I'm filthy. Let me show you just how filthy I can be."
Scooping her up from the cold floor, he carried her to the bed and laid her down. His bloodthirsty eyes fixed on her like a predator watching its prey.
"Liang Xiaoluo, let me see how you've changed since leaving me," Ye Tianlin said before pressing his body against hers.
"No, don't touch me! Stop…" Liang Xiaoluo struggled desperately.
But her resistance only fueled Ye Tianlin's intensity.
His mind was like a volcano erupting, anger and frustration consuming him.
He glared at the woman in his arms, his face ashen, as if someone had landed a heavy blow on him. A red haze clouded his vision.
Damn this woman!
Why could she always drive him to the brink of madness? Why couldn't she just obey? Why couldn't she trust his words?
Veins bulged on Ye Tianlin's forehead as his rage surged. He tightened his grip around her slender waist, locking her against him. Lowering his head, he captured her lips again, silencing her protests, forbidding her attempts to break free.
His burning lips moved over hers, and as Liang Xiaoluo tried to speak, his tongue silenced her every word.
A fire raged in Ye Tianlin's chest, threatening to burst forth. Beyond anger, it was pure fury!
He was her first man! And he would be her last!
No one could change that!
Her everything belonged to him—her captivating body, her fragrant skin, her sweet lips, and her heart.
All of it was his!
No one could take her away from him. No one could separate her from him. Never!
Ye Tianlin devoured her, relentless and unyielding.
He noticed her breathing grow shallow, but he ignored it, continuing his assault as if claiming what was rightfully his.
Liang Xiaoluo felt the air around her thinning.
She tried to breathe but found herself stifled, as if something was suppressing her entirely.
Her brows knitted in discomfort as she whimpered, struggling against the suffocating pressure. But the force around her waist pinned her down, rendering her unable to move.
No matter how much she fought, escape was impossible. Liang Xiaoluo's wide eyes reflected Ye Tianlin's face, looming over her like a nightmare.
Her heart thudded painfully, paralyzing her with fear and uncertainty.
As she faltered, Ye Tianlin pressed a firm hand against the back of her head, pulling her closer.
"Ah…" His teeth grazed her lips, eliciting a soft cry of pain. Her brows furrowed tightly.
The pressure on her lips eased slightly, but the grip on her waist remained unyielding.
"Let… me… go…" Liang Xiaoluo weakly pleaded, her voice fragile between his invasive kisses.
Ye Tianlin cursed under his breath and pulled back slightly, maintaining just enough distance to conceal his body's reaction.
Though he craved her, he still retained a shred of restraint.
He knew she was still carrying his child. She hadn't yet passed the critical period, and no matter how much he wanted her, he had to endure.
"Why are you always so rough? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Liang Xiaoluo glared at him with anger, though her feeble voice lacked any real force.
Ye Tianlin stared at her flushed face, her disheveled breath tempting him beyond reason. He wished he could possess her completely, but her current state wouldn't allow it.
With a reluctant sigh, he lay down with her in his arms.
"You're mine," he whispered into her ear.
Liang Xiaoluo couldn't understand Ye Tianlin's erratic behavior. She didn't know how to respond, so she remained silent, letting him hold her.
The room fell into a tense silence.
Apart from the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, no other sound broke the stillness.
"Don't move," Ye Tianlin commanded, his voice slow and deliberate. His dark eyes gleamed brightly, like pearls shining in the depths of the sea.
Liang Xiaoluo was furious but dared not provoke him.
When this man went mad, he cared little for her condition or comfort. He would do as he pleased regardless.