Before Mingxi could recover from her panic, Xue Qijing's kiss came all over her.
Xue Qi kissed her fiercely, as if she was his eternal enemy. No, she was his enemy. She was the murderer who killed Li Xue and his mortal enemy.
Thinking of Li Xue, her smile, her tears, her pouting lips when she was angry, all hurt Xue Qijing's heart. Today, he didn't even see her for the last time, which would be the biggest regret of his life. And this regret was all caused by this woman.
The thought that he would never see her again, and would never be able to hold her in his arms to sleep again, even though he had done nothing, made his heart ache.
Mingxi stared at Xue Qijing in horror, looking at the mad man on her body, fear rose from the bottom of her heart. Struggling is a person's instinctive reaction when life or safety is threatened. Mingxi struggled, trying to push the man away.
Although she knew what would happen, Mingxi still couldn't help trembling when faced with his force. She didn't want to be taken by this man, and her body would always be reserved for him.
Mingxi's eyes were blurred instantly, and she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak. She could only beat Xue Qijing with her small hands that had no killing power. Facing this tall body, she was oppressed by waves of fear.
Seeing the panic and fear in Mingxi's eyes, Xue Qijing smiled cruelly, his eyes full of the pleasure of revenge. He raised his hand and pinched Mingxi's chin, forcing her to look at him.
"You sold yourself for one million? I'll let you taste the so-called price!" Xue Qijing's gloomy, low and cold voice rang out in the dim room.
He swore that he would trample on her body, her spirit, and her self-esteem. From now on, her pain would be his happiness. He wanted her to survive in this world. He wanted her to live in the lowest and darkest part of this world. He wanted her to regret her decision.
Xue Qijing tore her snow-white wedding dress into pieces and pressed down hard with his strong body.
He held her body tightly with both hands, preventing her from struggling.
Mingxi looked at Xue Qijing, whose eyes were red with madness, and she felt like she had seen a devil. Tears slid down the corners of her eyes, and Mingxi bit her lip and gave up struggling.
Fifteen years old:
"Mingxi, you must marry me from now on. You can only marry me!"
"Who said I want to marry you?" Mingxi pushed Xiangyu away and shyly ran along the green path of the school.
18 years old:
"Mingxi, when have you decided to marry me?"
Mingxi buried her face deeply in Xiangyu's arms, her little face flushed as she spoke: "Graduate from college, okay?"
Twenty years old:
She was about to graduate, but she got the news that he was going abroad. He left her world without a word, making a grand entrance but leaving silently...
Xiangyu, my most beloved one, goodbye!
It seemed like a century had passed before Xue Qijing withdrew from her body with a satisfied smile, looking at the person who had been beaten to a pulp with indifference. He stood up gracefully and walked into the bathroom.
Mingxi stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. Some part of her body was numb from the pain. At this moment, she felt hopeless. She and him were destined to have no intersection again.
Under her body, a few blood stains bloomed like plum blossoms on her snow-white wedding dress...