The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

His teeth were still working hard.

Punitive biting, almost lingering grinding.

This feeling seemed more ambiguous and dangerous than any kiss.

Shen Ci's whole body trembled violently uncontrollably, her mind went completely blank, and even her voice and breathing became completely out of rhythm.

"Jiang Duo...please let me go, okay?"

Her voice trembled, and was incredibly soft.

He loosened his grip on her earlobe.

The warm lips withdrew, leaving a damp, slightly swollen mark that tingled with a subtle stinging sensation in the air.

But the arm supporting her ear remained as still as if cast in iron, firmly imprisoning her in a small space.

"You called that Su Zijin over, but then you secretly ran away."

His voice was close to her ear, laced with a strong sense of hostility.

"What? You want her to celebrate my birthday with me?"

"Don't tell me that the gift you mentioned before was to bring me a stranger in a package."

"She's not a stranger..."

Shen Ci's voice was soft, yet every word was clear.

"She is your savior."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"so what?"

Jiang Duo's voice was filled with gritted teeth, each word sounding as if it were being ground out from the depths of his chest.

"Who saved my life? Does that mean she should be my girlfriend?! Youyou, what's going on in your head?"

Shen Ci dared not utter another sound.

He pressed down on her back, his chest heaving violently, the ferocity in his voice almost consuming her.

Immediately afterwards, his hands began to move—

The hand that was originally around her waist slowly moved upwards, along her back, inch by inch, as if measuring or confirming something.

Warm lips landed on the back of her neck and bit her lightly.

It didn't hurt, but it instantly made her heart race with panic. It felt like someone was squeezing her hand, then releasing it, then releasing it again.

Ignore her tension.

His hand slowly moved downwards again, and his fingers began to wander.

It slid down her side to the edge of her dress, slipped inside, and pressed against her skin.

The warmth of my fingertips sent shivers down my spine wherever they touched.

Her face was against the wall, so she couldn't see his movements, but the tingling, trembling sensation wherever the man's lips and fingers touched was a hundred times clearer than any visual sensation.

There's no escaping it.

A feeling even deeper and more overwhelming than that night surged forth.

He seemed to be deliberately torturing her, his movements were incredibly slow, and every touch he made targeted her most sensitive spots.

He himself was also severely out of control.

Shen Ci could feel the slight trembling of his fingertips, and his breathing, pressed against her neck, grew heavier and more disordered...

Shen Ci's heart was in her throat, her voice soft and trembling uncontrollably: "Jiang Duo... don't do this."

"What do you not want?"

His hot breath sprayed onto the back of her neck, his voice low and husky, "So, are we still breaking up?"

"These are two different things."

Shen Ci tried to reason with him, her voice broken: "I lied to you back then and took your place as my girlfriend, but I regret it, I'll change..."

regret.

These two words were like a needle, precisely piercing a taut nerve in his body.

Jiang Duo suddenly increased the pressure on her.

One hand turned her head slightly, forcing her to turn her face to the side. Then his lips pressed down, capturing those small mouths that could only utter chilling words.

The kiss carried a punitive undertone; it was fierce and deep, brooking no refusal.

Her tears were finally forced out, silently sliding down her cheeks and splashing into their intertwined breaths.

Salty and astringent, warm.

Jiang Duo tasted it.

His movements suddenly stopped, as if he had been burned by something.

But this time, he didn't let her go.

The other hand continued to slowly move downwards, with an irresistible force, gently manipulating it.

For the first time, Shen Ci felt so clearly the vast difference in power between them.

She stopped struggling.

She was wrong to begin with.

She continued to deceive him just like the original owner of the body, occupying a position that didn't belong to her for more than three months.

She thought that once he had vented his anger, he would eventually let her go.

She thought that his inherent gentlemanly manners would hold him back at the last moment.

But when her slender legs were exposed to the cool air, when that burning skin briefly withdrew and then pressed against her again—

She then realized how terribly wrong she had been.

This time, with no clothing to block the way, her scalding skin pressed directly against her, like a branding iron, like lava, so hot that she almost screamed.

Shen Ci struggled violently.

"Jiang Duo—!" Her voice finally broke, trembling with sobs, fear, and a despair she couldn't quite explain. "No—!"

He grabbed her wrist with one hand and pressed it against the wall above her head.

Her legs were forced apart by his knees, pinning them to a small space.

She was like a butterfly pinned to a specimen board, her wings still trembling, but she could no longer fly.

"Don't want to?" His voice rang close to her ear, low and hoarse, with an almost manic laugh.

"Youyou, I don't hate you for lying to me, I hate that you wanted to abandon me without hesitation when I couldn't live without you."

"I want your heart, but since you won't give it to me, I'll take something else."

The heat behind me grew even stronger.

What he wants is self-evident.

"Weren't you leaving?"

His voice was so low and hoarse, with a heavy nasal tone, as if even he himself was trying his best to suppress something, "Didn't you want to break up?"

"I……"

"It's too late."

He bit down hard on her shoulder, so hard it almost left a mark.

Shen Ci trembled with pain, and tears streamed down her face even more fiercely.

"Youyou, listen carefully."

His voice was close to her ear, every word seemed to be etched into her bones, "You will never escape from me in this lifetime."

The strength to struggle grew weaker and weaker.

Shen Ci was like a soulless shell, her face pressed against the cold wall, letting him do whatever he wanted behind her.

The coolness of the walls seeped into her skin, and behind her was scalding lava. She was caught between ice and fire, unable to find a way out.

I was already feeling pain in my lower body.

"Jiang Duo," her voice was as soft as a snowflake, "kill me."

The movement behind him suddenly froze.

"...What did you say?"

His voice was terrifyingly low, as if it came from the depths of hell, carrying a tremor she had never heard before, an almost fearful one.

Shen Ci did not answer.

She simply leaned against the wall quietly, letting her tears fall silently.

She is not from this world.

Her inherent traditions and reserve were like an invisible shackle, binding her tightly to her limbs and bones.

For her, "meeting without a matchmaker" was something even more unacceptable than being killed.

She finally realized—

What kind of madman did she provoke?