Two days had passed since the unexpected encounter at Lingji Temple. Ye Jinwu's heart, which had been in turmoil and panic because of Si Yuanzhen, had finally calmed down.
Ye Jinwu's hair was black and smooth, giving off a soft and shiny luster, just like the finest brocade draped behind her head, exuding an elegant and gentle charm.
She gently pulled her long hair into a bun and opened the drawer of her dressing table. A roughly carved wooden hairpin came into view. The hairpin, carved from a Bodhi branch, was no longer as full and fresh as when it was newly broken. The hairpin had turned yellow and slightly shriveled, making the already rough hairpin even uglier.
Ye Jinwu hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the wooden hairpin and threw it into the trash can. She then took out another silver hairpin and tied her long hair behind her head.
The dressing mirror on the dressing table reflected her soft and graceful back, her elegant posture, her light body, as she walked away.
A small restaurant was opened on the fourth floor of the hotel, serving drinks, coffee, and food, including many Yunnan-style delicacies. Ye Jinwu walked on the black tiled stairs. At this time, there was no one else on the stairwell.
Just then, there was a rustling sound coming from the utility room on the third floor stairwell.
She turned around immediately: "Who..."
A pair of large hands clamped her fair wrists, and before she could react, she was pulled into the dim utility room.
"Bang—" the wooden door of the utility room slammed shut.
Ye Jinwu's body was pushed hard by a huge force, and her back hit the wooden door behind her hard. The paralyzing pain came like a tide.
"Ah--" She let out a low cry of pain, and then the tall and strong male body pressed towards her. The man's ambergris mixed with a faint fishy sweetness rushed into her nose. She was completely wrapped in a strange and dangerous body temperature, clamped and unable to move.
"Who are you? What are you going to do..." Ye Jinwu cried out in panic, her trembling voice was like goose feathers floating in the sky, but before she could finish her words, someone pressed her lips, the slightly cold lips pressed on her, tossing, turning, wandering, suppressing...
She wanted to struggle.
However, the man held her cheek tightly and took her by force without giving her permission.
"Mmmmm—" She wanted to scream for help.
But the man took advantage of the opportunity and slid his wet, soft tongue lightly between her lips, deep between her lips, and reached the back of her throat.
Ye Jinwu felt like she was being held at a vital point. She was unable to struggle, call for help, or breathe. Like a thirsty fish, she was forced to raise her head, being controlled by the man and relying on the man's kiss, as if she would suffocate to death immediately without his kiss.
She had never been so scared before. In a deserted stairwell or a dark and messy storage room, she was held and kissed by a man whose face she couldn't even see clearly.
The tears in my eyes kept falling.
At this moment, she was desperate.
The man's kiss gradually slowed down. Ye Jinwu's tear-blurred eyes looked into a pair of eyes that were full of blood and murderous intent, yet bottomless and like the abyss of hell.
She was completely stunned.
It's him-
It’s actually him!
Si Yuanzhen!
The man who took her jasmine hairpin without asking.
The man who inserted the bodhi wood hairpin he had carved himself into her hair.
The man who flirted with her in the quiet place of Buddhism and in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
The man she had put behind her and almost forgotten.
Si Yuanzhen saw the astonishment in her eyes and knew that she had recognized him, so he slightly moved his lips away from hers.
Ye Jinwu almost subconsciously opened her mouth to call for help.
Unfortunately, before she could even shout for help, a pair of big hands covered her lips: "It's me! Don't scream, and don't struggle."
Ye Jinwu's face was as pale as the snow on the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in May. Under the man's threatening gaze, she nodded slowly.
Si Yuanzhen let her go, and gently stroked her lips, which were bruised and swollen. "So good."
However, the hand that was clamped on her face still did not let go, leaving her speechless. It was obvious that he did not trust her.
Ye Jinwu looked at the man in front of her and felt cold all over. Cold tears kept sliding down her cheeks.
Si Yuanzhen bit her lips gently, and the slightly sweet taste spread between his lips: "Ye Jinwu, 20 years old, from Nantong, Jiangsu, Country Z, both parents are dead..."
The man's thin lips, with the rosy color after the kiss, and the words that came out of his lips were like thin blades, constantly dissecting her life. The panic in Ye Jinwu's eyes was gradually replaced by horror.
What she was sure of was that he didn't recognize her when they first met.
So, in just two days, he had mastered all her information, including her body measurements and characteristics.
The excessive panic made her confused and frightened mind become clear-headed.
She knew very well that this man was telling her that she could no longer escape from his grasp.
"You are so beautiful." Si Yuanzhen looked at her slit eyes, which were clear and bright, reflecting his figure clearly, and smiled gently: "You simply make me crazy." He kissed her lips gently, as if to soothe her panic, and his voice was extremely soft and charming: "I really want to take you for myself."
Ye Jinwu's cheeks were clamped and she couldn't speak at all. She was only forced to look at the man, but the tears in her eyes never stopped.
She was not naive enough to think that a man who did not revere Buddha, who held a butcher knife, who was full of killing and blood, and who had fallen into hell, would let her go because of her crying.
However, she was so helpless at this moment that she could only shed tears.
"But..." Si Yuanzhen paused, his eyes depressed. The woman in front of him had a soft and elegant face that had been deformed by his pinching, but he still thought she was beautiful, a beauty that had been abused and ravaged. In the dark storage room, the posture of a man and a woman pressed against each other was the most likely scene to breed secret desires: "The hairpin is not pretty."
Then, he reached out and removed the silver hairpin behind her head, and gently tied the bodhi wood hairpin that she had thrown into the trash can into her hair.
The rough wooden hairpin has no aesthetic appeal at all.
However, he felt that this was the most suitable hairpin for her in the world.
"You..." Ye Jinwu's pupils shrank as she watched his movements. Just as she said one word, she felt the force on her face tighten again. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't.
She thought of the scene when she threw the wooden hairpin into the trash can, and discovered with horror that this man might have been watching her every move without her knowing.
"Do you think the token of love I gave you is not good enough?"
Si Yuanzhen bent the silver hairpin in his hand into a ball and threw it away. No one knew where it ended up in the utility room.