Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Hearing Jing Sichen's words, Lin Lulu was speechless, and the anger that had been rising from her chest surged out even more rapidly.

Look at the way he's calculating the accounts!

It's as if she's a scumbag who doesn't take responsibility after getting back together with someone.

look!

That's just how he is!

He was clearly doing things for other girls, yet he kept saying that she was the one who wronged him.

His arrogant and domineering demeanor made her wonder if she was wrong.

He gave her this honor and let her stay by his side; she should be grateful and thank God.

She doesn't!

"It's okay! It's okay, it's okay! Holding hands, hugging, kissing, even pressing against each other, when was it ever my choice? Every time it was you forcing yourself on me against my will, we were just... um—"

Before she could finish speaking, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

Without a word, he plunged in, teasing the sweet scent between her lips and teeth, indulging his desire to kiss her, holding her tightly in his arms, not letting her escape.

The more she resisted, the more passionately he kissed her.

He was determined to kiss her into submission to all her tantrums.

She stared at him with wide eyes, his smug look making her almost hate him.

Pushing him, kicking him, biting him—none of it could overcome his strength.

Especially when her body seemed to surrender, wanting to go limp in his kiss, she lost all reason and dignity.

She felt it was unfair, and especially felt wronged.

If she's just a substitute, can't she just quit?

Jingrou isn't dead. Why don't they go and have a good time, cherish every moment to love each other, and not get in each other's way?

Why should she be a plaything to be manipulated by him?

The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I felt.

The more I think about it, the more bitter I feel.

She bit his lip hard, no longer softening her stance, and didn't let go even when she tasted blood.

She seemed determined not to let go unless he did.

The two of them started arguing openly in the street.

In the past, Lin Lulu would never have dared to do that.

But a surge of anger sustained her, and she decided to throw caution to the wind and see who was more formidable.

In the end, he gave in.

His gaze fell on the silk book she was clutching tightly in her hand, a corner of which had been burned off by the fire, and a sharp glint appeared in his dark eyes.

"Who gave you the courage?" The low, cold tone was laced with danger, and the volume of the voice was even cruel. "Yan Moshen? Suddenly you realize there's another excellent man waiting for you, always ready to open his door for you, so you have no worries and want to run into his arms? You think that even if I'm not good enough, you still have him? That's right! Yan Moshen does seem to be a good man."

"But what can we do?" He gripped her chin, his fingertips turning a shocking white. "You have no choice! The woman I've set my sights on will be mine to use for the rest of her life!"

"If he dares to look at you even twice, I'll gouge his eyes out!"

"If he dares to touch you, I'll break his hand!"

"If he dares to take you away, I'll wipe out his entire family, ruin his reputation, and ensure he never has a chance to rise again!"

"You dare touch him! I'll never forgive you!" she yelled at him.

He was even more enraged, "The more you protect him, the more miserable his end will be! Lin Lulu, you'll never escape me! This body of yours can only be mine! I can make you lie down or sit as I please, unless one day I get tired of you and give you away to someone else..."

"Snap—"

Before she could finish her harsh words, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

The sound was incredibly clear, and the handprint on his face was clearly visible.

In that instant, the sweltering wind suddenly turned fierce and biting, as if it carried knives, urging those who had stopped nearby to flee immediately.

"Lin! Lu! Lu!" His dark eyes narrowed, revealing a murderous rage.

She actually hit Yan Moshen for his sake.

No one has ever dared to treat him like this before!

Lin Lulu looked at her out-of-control hand and slowly clenched her fist. Even though she was trembling with fear, she still mustered up the courage to look him in the eye.

Her rosy complexion had turned pale with anger, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She looked at him, stubbornly wiping away her tears.

However, more will fill the gap.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" She cried and pounded his chest, shouting with all her might, "Why do you think that just because you chose me as your playmate, I have to willingly cooperate?"

Since you like Jingrou so much, you should just stay with her!

What's wrong?

Is it because she's afraid to accept you due to her health condition, and you're heartbroken, so you want to find someone to provoke her?

Was I just that unlucky, tragic tool?

She's now so desperate for you that you've achieved your goal, so why won't you let me go?

If you need a body double, wouldn't it be better to find a woman who looks like her and get plastic surgery?

Why does it have to be me who gets tormented?

Uncle, please spare me!

I don't want to play with you anymore!

Can I repay your kindness in another way?

Please let me go!

OK?"

She cried and hit herself, each word a struggle, her heart breaking so deeply that she could barely breathe.

As her strength gradually drained from her body with each shout, she slumped to the ground, buried her head in her knees, and could no longer hold back, bursting into tears.

"Wow--"

The cries were deafening and unsettling.

Jing Sichen panicked.

He could foresee that Jingrou would say many unpleasant things to Lin Lulu, but he had overestimated his "innocent" younger sister.

He didn't want to assume Jing Rou was too sinister, but seeing Lin Lulu crying so pitifully, he knew he had been holding back too much.

The psychological trauma that Jingrou inflicted on Lin Lulu is probably not something that can be healed in a short time.

He made her cry again.

He felt that she had let him down.

He bent down, raised his hand, and touched the top of her head.

a bit.

Two times.

It was a tenderness he had never shown in his entire life.

"Lulu." The two soft words seemed to overflow from his heart. He looked at her, his brows slightly furrowed. "Tell me, what do I need to do to let you go?"

She was stunned.

I looked up, and my blurry vision met his.

The coldness in those dark eyes dissipated, leaving behind self-blame, helplessness, grievance, irritability, and guilt.

He gently wiped away her tears one by one with his fingertips, showing how much he cherished and valued her.

"I'm sorry." A very faint smile curved his lips as he sighed. "And another thing..."

He paused for a moment, then parted his thin lips slightly and said, "I like you."

His deep, mellow voice flowed from between his lips and teeth, its arc deepening, and his tone becoming more resolute, revealing a long-suppressed sense of exhilaration.

"I like you, Lin Lulu!"