Chapter 132: Drunken Madness
Ye Tianlin gripped her tightly, his body pinning Liang Xiaoluo beneath him. Only when he had kissed her to his satisfaction did he finally let her go, albeit slightly.
"Tianlin, wake up! Let me go!" Liang Xiaoluo pleaded, her voice trembling with both fear and urgency.
Ye Tianlin remained on top of her, using his legs to immobilize hers. With one hand, he pinned her wrists above her head, his voice cold and detached. "I won't let anyone leave me. None of you are allowed to leave me."
Liang Xiaoluo stared at him in shock. His gaze was unfocused, his expression devoid of reason, tinged with a haunting loneliness.
"Tianlin, calm down!" she urged, attempting to reason with him. But her words were cut short as his lips descended upon hers again.
The overpowering taste of alcohol mixed with his fury assaulted her senses. His weight pressed her down, filling her with dread.
She instinctively struggled, but with her hands and legs restrained, there was no escape. Her resistance only seemed to fuel his frenzy, his breathing becoming heavier, his anger more volatile.
In the next moment, his hand clamped down on her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Shut up! I don't want to hear another word from you!" he snarled, his dark eyes blazing with fury. "Tell me, what's so good about me? Why do you always want to leave me? Why do you think other men are better? First it was Nan Shaojie, and now it's Hilo. Do they mean that much to you? Answer me! What do they have that I don't? Why does everyone leave me?"
His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and anger, echoing in the room like a storm.
Liang Xiaoluo was frozen in place, unable to move. His outburst left her stunned, his pain a dagger to her heart. She saw a depth of sorrow in his eyes she hadn't noticed before, a torment she couldn't ignore.
Was his rage directed at her, or was it meant for someone else?
She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was dry, and no words came. Was it her own anguish that silenced her, or was it the unbearable grief in his eyes that left her speechless?
She wasn't sure.
"TELL ME!" he roared again, his voice trembling with rage. His breath, heavy with alcohol, stung her face and filled her eyes with tears.
She blinked rapidly, her vision blurring as her tears welled up, stinging her already dry eyes.
"Why won't you answer?" he growled, his hand clenching her jaw tighter, making it impossible for her to speak.
Did he not want to hear her explanation? Couldn't he see her love for him?
She knew he was struggling, that he was overwhelmed, that his heart was weighed down with more than he could bear. She understood all of this. But why did he always push her away, forcing their relationship to the brink of collapse?
Couldn't he just talk to her, trust her? Was she that unworthy of his faith?
She wanted to know him, understand him. But he locked himself away, refusing to share his burdens, hurting her in the process.
Their eyes locked—his full of fury and pain, hers full of fear and sorrow.
Suddenly, he let go of her hands and chin, only to grasp her face tightly and kiss her again, his movements frantic and filled with desperation.
Liang Xiaoluo realized that he had completely lost control. The alcohol had overtaken him, drowning any shred of reason.
She had to escape.
"Let me go, Tianlin! Please…" she struggled to speak through his relentless advances, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
His anger burned even brighter. His only desire now was to release the pain that consumed him, to assert control in a world that felt like it was slipping through his fingers.
Was he truly drunk, or was he perfectly aware of what he was doing?
Liang Xiaoluo could no longer tell.
Panic rose in her chest as she fought harder, trying to push him away, but his strength was unyielding.
"Tianlin, please…" she whispered, her eyes wide with fear as she looked into his bloodshot ones.
His face was set with a grim determination, his jaw clenched, his entire body vibrating with rage.
"No matter what, you're mine. You belong to me," he growled. His voice was low, rough, and filled with a raw intensity that sent chills down her spine.
His lips descended again, his actions growing more forceful. Liang Xiaoluo's entire body stiffened, her heart pounding in terror.
Pain shot through her as his hold tightened. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest, and she curled up instinctively, trying to shield herself.
Sensing her discomfort, Ye Tianlin's movements slowed. He lowered his head, his lips softening as they brushed against hers in a gentler kiss.
Liang Xiaoluo's body was trembling, her mind in turmoil. She couldn't understand him—his sudden shifts, his unpredictable actions.
Her heart ached as she watched him. He was a man burdened by immense pain, but his inability to communicate only drove them further apart.
Could she help him, or would her presence only hurt him more?
She was lost in thought when he spoke again, his voice hoarse and filled with sorrow. "Why does everyone leave me? Am I so unworthy of love?"
Her heart broke at his words. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she reached out, hesitating for a moment before her hand rested on his cheek. "Tianlin… you're not alone. I'm here."
Her voice was soft, trembling with emotion. She didn't know if he heard her, but she hoped her words could reach the broken man before her.