Ye Jinwu heard the coldness and threat in his tone, as if if she said "yes", this man would break her neck in the next second.
A chill lingered in her heart, condensing in her heart and entangled in her lungs. Even breathing became difficult. She was forced to tilt her head back and breathe desperately. A "ho ho ho" sound came from her throat and her nose was filled with messy and heavy breathing. The harder she tried to breathe, the drier her throat felt and she couldn't breathe in oxygen.
Tears burst out in strange pain.
My vision, blurred by tears, became increasingly blurry, my consciousness was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and I couldn't find any support...
"Don't throw away the things I gave you, otherwise..."
Before Ye Jinwu was about to fall into darkness, a man's hoarse, rough voice suddenly rang in her ears, like sandpaper scraping roughly on her drowsy and confused consciousness.
The next second, the force clamping on the cheek disappeared.
She originally thought that being clamped with such great force would definitely hurt her face, but surprisingly, only a slight numbness remained.
The man's voice, breathing hotly in her ears, kept echoing: "I will be angry!"
Ye Jinwu suddenly woke up from her desolate consciousness and asked in a hoarse and helpless voice: "What...what do you want to do?"
The trembling voice contained great panic and anxiety, the hoarse voice was a little timid, but contained a strange temptation.
However, she knew nothing about it.
"punish you!"
Si Yuanzhen was a little annoyed that she threw away the wooden hairpin he gave her, even though it was just a worthless, unaesthetic, and roughly made wooden hairpin.
However, he still did not allow her to throw it away.
Ye Jinwu was speechless for a moment, only tears kept falling from her smooth jade-like face.
"Don't cry..." Si Yuanzhen said in a low voice, looking at the woman in front of him who was crying with tears streaming down her face, yet still looked timid and pitiful. He couldn't help but stroke her jade-like cheeks with his fingers: "The more you cry, the more I want to bully you."
When he saw Lingji Temple briefly that day, he thought she was just an ordinary pilgrim and didn't think much about it.
Later, in the meditation room of the old bald monk Lingji, he saw her again through a translucent screen. He heard her talking about tea with the old bald monk Lingji, heard her reciting the Heart Sutra, and heard her reciting the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra at Lingji's request.
At first, he only felt that her voice was soft, gurgling, clean and clear, like the sound of nature, so he could not help but listen carefully to a few words. But unknowingly, he felt that the Buddhist scriptures that he hated so much in the past were not so annoying at all, and he really listened carefully afterwards.
Even he himself found it incredible.
It was undeniable that he became interested in this woman at that moment.
However, it's just an interest.
However, unexpectedly, he didn't know what had possessed him, but he actually felt somewhat haunted in the following days.
Her clear and moving voice, as if it came from heaven, lingered in my ears from time to time, and my heart felt as if it had been scratched by a cat. Whenever I thought of this woman, I felt itchy and uncomfortable all over.
Ye Jinwu was stunned and stared blankly at the man who was so close to her.
Jiantong, washed by tears, seemed to have a layer of gauze in front of her eyes, making her vision a little blurry, and she couldn't even see the man in front of her clearly.
But his words really frightened her.
No matter how stupid or naive she was, she understood what the man meant by "bullying".
"Even when she cries she is so beautiful." Si Yuanzhen stared at her viciously, wanting to know what charm this woman had that made him so infatuated.
Looking at her at this moment, she was crying like a pear blossom with water, her overly beautiful eyebrows and eyes, with the light red in her watery pupils, made her look more gorgeous. There were tears on her eyelids that she had not had time to hide, like light frost and morning dew, staining her dense eyelashes. Her fair little face was stained with tear marks, and she looked timid and innocent.
She is not stunningly beautiful, nor is she a beauty of heaven, nor is she extremely gorgeous, but she is like the pear blossoms that first bloom in March and April, as clear as snow, as translucent as jade, soft, quiet and elegant, yet still beautiful in all its forms.
With his status, he had seen all kinds of beauties, but he had to admit that he really liked this beautiful girl.
Si Yuanzhen looked at her innocent and pure appearance at this moment, and couldn't help but feel a little restless in his heart: "Hey, what's wrong with your eyes? They are so bright and seem to be able to speak. When you look at people, it's like they have hooks that can hook people's souls."
From childhood to adulthood, Ye Jinwu had never been treated so frivolously by a man with such words. Her face turned red and then pale, and she wanted to open her mouth to refute what he said.
But Si Yuanzhen pressed her lips again.
No matter how hard she struggled, no matter how she cried in panic.
From lips and teeth to tongue, and then deep into the throat, entwining, sucking, grinding, and finally sucking fiercely, she felt that the itchy air that had finally filled her lungs was sucked away bit by bit by him, leaving nothing behind. Sensing her lack of itchiness, his kiss softened, and after sucking in the itchy air, he began to suck and grind fiercely again, once again grinding out the last bit of air in her body.
Repeat this process.
Ye Jinwu could only endure it passively. Under such strong and fierce sucking, she couldn't even make a "mmm" sound.
In the dark, narrow, and messy utility room, the man's heavy breathing was so clear.
She could even hear the occasional "clicking" sound of high heels stepping on the stairs outside, as well as the heavy sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.
Above the utility room is the fourth-floor restaurant.
She could hear the enthusiastic and cheerful Bai folk songs in the restaurant, as well as the sounds of tourists gathering and chatting.
All of this was so close to her, yet so far away from her.
And she, under such tyranny of the man, lost any chance to save herself and could only let him take what he wanted.
This feeling is more desperate than ever.
It’s like, when a person can see hope but misses it, that helplessness and despair will be magnified a hundred times, or even a thousand times.
"Tsk tsk... what a prescient skirt..."
Their lips and teeth intertwined, their saliva blended, and the thin silver threads were pulled apart. Si Yuanzhen made an ambiguous sound, and his body gently pressed her down. One hand gently pinched her soft waist, and the other hand rested on her thigh.
Ye Jinwu got the chance and pleaded painfully: "Please... let..." me go.
However, her only chance to beg was once again swallowed by the man. She couldn't help but regret that she shouldn't have begged him just now. She should have seized the opportunity and screamed.
During the kiss, the man's big hand moved up along her thigh and reached under her skirt...