He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

With a loud bang.

Wen Zhaoci's breathing suddenly stopped, her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, then began to pound wildly and uncontrollably, a dense aura of violence and panic instantly engulfing her limbs and bones.

His fingertips stiffened slightly as he suppressed the surging emotions within him and opened her search history.

The two latest entries are: "[How to escape from being harassed by a crazy person]" and "[How to break up with a crazy boyfriend]", both of which are breakup-related entries targeting him.

Scrolling further down, there were even earlier records, from when they had just confirmed their relationship, where she had searched for "[How to gracefully break up with a college boyfriend you just met]".

The boundless darkness instantly swallowed all of Wen Zhaoci's reason.

He slowly put down his phone, his dark eyes swirling with possessive obsession. A wicked smile crept across his lips as he stared intently at the sleeping girl in his arms.

In the darkness, it appeared both eerie and insane.

He leaned down, pinched Sang Jiuning's chin, his voice low and husky, his tone cold and ruthless, each word gently landing on her lips:

"Want to break up? Fine."

"Register first, get married, and then divide the property gradually."

The moment the words left his mouth, a deluge of kisses rained down upon him.

Without a trace of gentleness or restraint, he fiercely seized her lips.

Sang Jiuning, who was fast asleep, was instantly awakened.

The heavy, sticky sensation and the oppressive weight on her body instantly blew her mind away.

She opened her eyes groggily, her eyes still misty, and instinctively wanted to ask him why he wasn't asleep yet.

But all his words were shut down by him.

Sang Jiuning was so weak from his kisses that she could only lean softly against him and instinctively respond to him obediently.

But gradually, the kiss completely changed, the burning heat engulfing their entire bodies, and the atmosphere spiraled out of control.

Sang Jiuning panicked completely, her face flushed red, and she gently pressed her hand against his chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps: "Wen Zhaoci... um... no... there's no... T."

She is still in school and is still young.

What if I get pregnant?

If Wen Zhaoci were a little calmer, and if he listened carefully, he would understand what she meant.

She wasn't rejecting him; she wasn't unwilling.

But at this moment, Wen Zhaoci had completely lost all reason.

Her search history and her repeated thoughts of breaking up with him kept replaying in her mind.

A crazy voice inside me kept screaming—

She wanted to leave.

She wanted to leave him.

She doesn't belong to him.

No.

Absolutely not.

She is his.

Only by completely possessing her, engraving her entirely into one's bones and blood, and keeping her by one's side, will she never have the chance to escape again, and will she never think of breaking up again.

Wen Zhaoci lowered his eyes, ignoring all her subtle resistance and panic, letting his possessiveness run rampant and refusing to stop.

Night had completely fallen in the apartment bedroom. The warm yellow bedside lamp was dimmed, and the hazy light enveloped the room's sweltering atmosphere.

Sang Jiuning's heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to burst out of her chest; the thumping sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Her two wrists were firmly held in Wen Zhaoci's palms, raised above her head and held in place. She was forced to tilt her neck back, completely under his control, with no room for struggle.

A deep, lingering sound slowly rose in the quiet bedroom, carrying layers of pleasure and a rhythmic quality.

Sang Jiuning pressed her reddened lips tightly together, her originally moist cheeks were flushed with a burning crimson, and the corners of her eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her long eyelashes trembled, and a single tear clung to her eyelashes, teetering on the verge of falling, unable to be pulled back.

She looked exceptionally pitiful, yet she exuded an unwitting, charming, and soft allure that made it impossible to look away.

Wen Zhaoci's wisps of hair were damp with fine beads of cold sweat, clinging softly to his full forehead, making his deep eyes appear even darker and more profound.

He stared intently at the girl beneath him, his gaze fixed on her, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in her expression.

He leaned down slightly, his husky, deep voice close to her ear, warm and tinged with his breath: "Baby, be good, others are zheng."

The sound was like a gentle string, instantly shattering all of Sang Jiuning's tense defenses.

Her tense body softened slightly, and her tightly pursed lips unconsciously parted slightly, letting out a sound.

Seeing her completely relaxed, Wen Zhaoci's eyes darkened, and he worked even harder at his homework.

The night was long, and there was no chance to rest.

Sang Jiuning was led by him the whole time.

……

I don't know how long I waited, but the sky outside the window, which was originally pitch black, slowly began to turn a pale white.

The faint morning light peeked through the gaps in the heavy curtains and fell softly on the edge of the bed.

Its daybreak.

She was utterly exhausted. All night, she felt like a pancake that could never be fully cooked, tossed and turned without even a chance to catch her breath.

Sang Jiuning was completely exhausted, her whole body was so limp that she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Her gaze swept over the scattered tissues by the bedside, piled up like a small mountain, and her cheeks flushed again, a wave of shame washing over her.

A dull, aching sensation permeated every part of my body, lingering with the afterglow of the extreme experience. The tingling and numb feeling spread throughout my limbs and bones, making me not want to move at all.

Wen Zhaoci carried her to the bathroom for a shower.

Lying back down on the soft bed, Sang Jiuning tried to lift her arm gently, but as soon as she moved it, a sore and stinging sensation instantly struck her, and her arm felt so heavy that she couldn't lift it at all.

She pursed her dry lips, suppressed her hoarse and weak voice, and spoke listlessly, full of grievance: "Wen Zhaoci, it's swollen, go buy me some medicine."

She has difficulty even speaking now.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoci responded softly, "Okay, I'll get right away, baby, don't be afraid."

He turned to his side and reached out to open the bedside table drawer.

Sang Jiuning turned her head away weakly, and her peripheral vision inadvertently swept over, causing her pupils to widen slightly in surprise.

Two items were neatly arranged in the drawer: an unopened box of small umbrellas and a small tube of special ointment.

The moment Sang Jiuning saw those two things clearly, she was both angry and speechless.

So he had everything prepared all along?

He clearly had it, but he didn't use it even once last night!

She really wanted to kick Wen Zhaoci, but her whole body was sore and weak that she couldn't lift her foot to kick him, and she even had difficulty moving her fingertips.

Wen Zhaoci took out the ointment. He gently held her slender ankle and carefully separated her legs. His movements were extremely gentle, a stark contrast to his out-of-control demeanor last night.

A cool, refreshing sensation slowly enveloped her, instantly relieving the heat and stinging sensation on her body, causing her to contract almost imperceptibly.

It's so comfortable that it makes you relax, and a strong sense of drowsiness washes over you.

Sang Jiuning could no longer hold on; her eyelids drooped heavily, and she fell into a deep sleep.

She slept very soundly that night, without any dreams or disturbances.

When I slowly woke up again, the room was completely dark.

Looking up, all I saw was pitch black.

It's dark again.

The lingering afterglow of intense pleasure completely faded, leaving only a real, visceral soreness that swept over my entire body.

Sang Jiuning shifted slightly and immediately gasped.

My whole body felt like it had been dismembered and then forcibly put back together; my back ached, my limbs felt weak, and there was no part of my body that felt comfortable.

Even the slightest movement brings on aches and pains all over my body, and a heavy sense of fatigue weighs on me.

She turned to her side and looked at Wen Zhaoci, who was lying quietly beside her, looking at her with gentle eyes.

Seeing that she was awake, Wen Zhaoci immediately leaned down and gently kissed her: "Awake? Is there anything that hurts particularly? I'll apply some more medicine for you."

Sang Jiuning looked at him listlessly, her voice still a little hoarse and weak: "Wen Zhaoci, I'm so hungry."

Wen Zhaoci chuckled softly, reached out and gently embraced her sore body, resting his forehead against the top of her head, "Okay, then get up and eat. Wanwu, come in."