Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“Ehm…” she started to cry all of a sudden. She bit her lips and cried. By then, tears had streaked down her porcelain face. Just a slight push and he may crush her soul.

Chu Lui abruptly stopped his movements. “No crying,” he softly ordered as if he was suppressing something. Xia Ruoxin slightly shook her head. She did not want to, but she could tolerate it no more. The tears fell on their own accord.

“Is it that miserable for you to be physically intimate with me?” He had stopped, but he was still inside her. Her veins were vaguely visible on her forehead. She was enduring and so was he.

“Pain…” Tears had made her vision hazy. She could only make out the man’s blurry silhouette. A single word escaped from her mouth; however, it was not out of misery—it was of pain.

Chu Lui blinked hard, and he held on tightly to her waist, his hand wrapped around it.

He realized he could not bear to make this particular woman suffer. His dark eyes became more profound as he slanted himself and pushed. He saw the tears falling rapidly from the corners of her eyes. He did not feel the thrill of revenge. Instead, he felt as if the corner of his heart had been slightly ripped apart, followed by a draft of cold air funneling through.

“I want you to feel pain. You thought I wanted a cheap body like yours? If you are not in pain, I will make you feel pain.”

He came to a realization: she was in pain and so was he.

In the process of venting his frustration, he never once cared that she was still a virgin, nor cared about her small build. He had used the cruelest method to torture her body and soul from the very beginning.

Finally, he removed himself after being satisfied. But, Xia Ruoxin weakly fell on the floor. Her eyes were void of expression. They kept staring at the photo on the wall. She thought, “Yixuan, did you see that? He was exacting revenge on your behalf. Yet, do I owe you anything? Do I owe anyone in the Xia family?”

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. She was more degraded than a prostitute, it had brought her more shame. Too embarrassed to even face herself, she hugged both her legs and squeezed herself tightly together.

Chu Lui emerged, baring his sturdy and sexy chest. His legs, especially, were perfectly straight. There was a dignified aura about him that even wearing a simple bathrobe could not hide the sharpness.

He stood at the bathroom door and watched the woman who was sitting in a corner. An inexplicable feeling of frustration rose from within.

“Go and take a shower. You are so filthy, you disgust me.” He walked past her. The corner of his robe drew a breeze which lightly brushed on her face. It also marked her with a look of despair. She had no idea what grazed her eyes, but when she realized what it was, unconsciously, her tears had already fallen.

The pain and soreness between her thighs were unbearable as she stood up. She made her way to the bathroom with difficulty, one step at a time. Chu Lui’s eyes darkened from not far away as he took a stick of cigarette out from the side table. As he elegantly exhaled puffs of smoke, he did not realize that his eyes had shifted from staring at the bathroom door to the portrait which hung above the bed.

Xia Ruoxin covered her mouth under the running hot water. The running water muffled her crying.

Chu Lui narrowed his eyes and blinked as she finally walked out of the bathroom. He could feel the cigarette burning his fingertips.

He had not smoked much on that stick of cigarette. It had extinguished itself.