Her slender shoulders shook violently with suppressed sobs. When Jiang Muchen saw her tears, his first reaction was excitement—but now she seemed truly frightened. He had frightened her.
“Ling… Yue…”He tentatively spoke her name.
The hearing aid he wore was old and of poor quality; most of the time, he couldn’t hear other people clearly.
But her name—he had remembered it after hearing it just once.
“Don’t be afraid of me.”
He didn’t want her to be this afraid.
Jiang Muchen took a small step forward. Just that tiny movement made Ling Yue recoil like a startled bird. Her whole body shrank back violently, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
She screamed hoarsely, “Don’t come any closer! You’re not allowed to come over!”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said you were dirty.”She slid helplessly down along the wall, her voice trembling. “Please let me go, okay? My parents only have me—I’m their only daughter.”
Jiang Muchen stopped.
He looked at her tear-streaked face buried tightly between her knees. Those eyes that were always so bright were now squeezed shut; her long lashes were soaked with tears, clumped together, pitiful enough to make one’s heart ache.
He squatted down, still blocking the cave entrance. Even if he meant to soothe her, he would never give her any chance to escape.
“Don’t cry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He only wanted to kiss her, to let her know how he felt.
But he was clearly not a gentle person.
She had bitten her own lips until the skin broke.
Jiang Muchen reached out, slowly and hesitantly, trying to move closer to her injured lips.
She was too delicate. He felt a deep obsession with her, yet he was always afraid he might damage her.
His fingertips stopped a few centimeters from her cheek, trembling slightly.
She suddenly turned her head away, her back slamming hard against the rock wall with a dull thud.
“Don’t touch me!”Her voice was sharp and shattered, filled with absolute rejection.
Jiang Muchen’s hand froze in midair. His fingers curled slightly before he slowly withdrew it.
After a long moment, he tilted his head faintly and asked in a low voice, “So… you really do think I’m dirty?”
His voice was very soft, almost as if he were talking to himself, yet it pierced straight into Ling Yue’s most sensitive, fragile nerves.
For a moment, Ling Yue forgot how to react. She only stared at him with eyes full of tears, terrified.
And her silence, in Jiang Muchen’s eyes, was undoubtedly a form of consent.
The last trace of restraint in his gaze went out.
A dark tide mixed with inferiority, rage, and an even stronger desire to possess surged up and completely swallowed him.
“Dirty…”He repeated the word, the corner of his mouth pulling into a faint, twisted curve.“Then… let’s be dirty together.”
Before the words had even faded, he suddenly bent down.
This time, there was no hesitant probing—only a devastating resolve as he savagely crushed his lips against hers.
“Mmph—!”Ling Yue was caught completely off guard. All her cries and pleas were sealed away. His kiss was even rougher than before, carrying a punishing force—biting, grinding, allowing her no room to retreat.
Ling Yue struggled desperately, her fists pounding hard against his chest and shoulders, but her strength meant nothing against his. His arms locked around her like iron bands, pinning her tightly between the cold rock wall and his burning chest, leaving her unable to move.