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"You're just like those beasts!" A wrong choice had led her back into the tiger's den.
"Slap..." A hard slap landed on Yezi's face. Faisal, with a dark expression, pulled her up to sit and warned her fiercely, "Woman, don't compare me to those bastards. I am a beast, and what are you? You willingly stayed last night for me. Don't show me your attitude now; if you anger me, don't say I didn't give Miss Wushuang face. I'll throw you out directly!"
His cold words made Yezi's heart bleed drop by drop. She was wrong; she was foolish. From today onwards, she would no longer trust any man, especially him!
Faisal looked at her covering her cheek in silence and couldn't be bothered with her anymore. He tossed her to Shouya to take care of, not even glancing in her direction.
Rafas had promised Wushuang that Yezi would come to accompany her every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Today was the start of Monday. Since Faisal had angrily slapped her two days ago, he had gone to England and hadn't returned yet. This was actually good; she didn't want to see him anyway.
"Yezi, what's wrong?" Wushuang noticed that Yezi had been quiet and gloomy all day and instinctively felt something must have happened.
"Wushuang, don't ask. Just think of it as if I got bitten by a mosquito; I'm fine now." She really knew how to make a metaphor about being bitten by a mosquito. However, she didn't say anything, but when Wushuang saw the hickey on her neck, she probably guessed a little.
All day long, Yezi felt downcast. It seemed like Faisal was away in England for business; could it be that they were moving on so quickly...
In the evening, as Rafas just walked in, Yan Wushuang rushed over to him. Her actions surprised Rafas; he didn't expect her to be so enthusiastic now.
"When is Faisal coming back from England?" Wushuang asked, worried about Yezi's gloomy demeanor. It seemed she needed to ask that guy to find out what was going on.
Rafas was taken aback; it turned out her enthusiasm wasn't for him but for another man. His expression changed dramatically from a smile to one resembling a stormy sky.
"My dear, so your enthusiasm isn't for me? Then I know nothing!" Wushuang looked at his ever-changing face and followed him back to the room, tightly held in his embrace as he stole kisses from her lips.
"Don't do that. I'm just concerned because Yezi seems off today." She wrapped her arms around his neck, coaxing him sweetly. After spending so much time together, she had figured out this man's temperament quite well.
"What a nuisance! If I had known earlier, I would have shot her dead to avoid this trouble now. But regarding her matters, you need to mind your own business; with Sharl and Shouya around, just take care of yourself." He was a domineering man; in his heart, there could only be one woman—himself—even if the other party was also a woman.
"You... what are you talking about? I'm just concerned about a good friend, just asking a few questions, I didn't do anything." Hearing his words, Wushuang felt disheartened and loosened her grip around his neck, taking a step back.
This man was someone she couldn't provoke; could she not avoid him? If he didn't want to talk, then fine. After all, Faisal would return sooner or later. She could just wait a few more days without asking, hmph!
Wushuang stepped back, creating distance between them. Rafas's expression grew increasingly grim; he was actually competing with her for that woman. It seemed that during this time, he had spoiled her too much, allowing her to become increasingly unaware of her own position.
"My dear, don't be too reckless in front of me. I don't want to hear the same words again," Rafas said as he stepped forward and pulled her back into his embrace. Ever since he brought her back from the dark ship, he had been indulging her, but now it seemed she wanted to climb over him.
Wushuang remained silent, letting him say whatever he wanted. However, her attitude greatly displeased Rafas. His large hand tightened around her waist, directly pulling her toward the big bed.
"Ah... what are you going to do?" Wushuang was pinned beneath him, looking up at the man above her with an angry expression that inevitably frightened her.
Rafas's desire came quickly and strongly; each time Wushuang was left weak and limp on the bed. Yet this man's temper was also strange; he had seemed in a good mood when he returned but now appeared stormy.
"What do you think? A man and a woman in this position on the bed, what else could we be doing?" Rafas lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with intense heat.
"Please, don't do this," Wushuang said in panic as she looked at him. After that incident, she had developed some fear regarding such matters, especially when he was forceful; it always reminded her of everything that happened in that dark room.
"What's wrong? I told you not to reject me; have you forgotten?" He placed her hands above her head. He had thought her enthusiasm was for him, but she poured cold water on his feelings, causing his displeasure to surge.
Wushuang looked at him with grievance. It seemed she couldn't escape today either. Lowering her gaze, she lay beneath him with an expression of 'do whatever you want.'
Rafas hated seeing her look so wronged beneath him. He thought back to that night when they were intertwined; that feeling was what he desired most.
Suppressing the roaring anger inside him and looking at the woman beneath him with a face full of grievance, Rafas rolled off her body and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Coldly warning her, he said, "I'll warn you one last time: mind your own business and take care of yourself. If there's a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Mm, I understand." Wushuang replied softly, saying nothing more.
Rafas looked at her back, and just watching her silhouette made it hard for him to suppress his desire for her. His throat tightened with thirst, and unable to control his emotions any longer, he stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her soft lips passionately.
"Mm-hmm..." Wushuang let out a low moan, further igniting the man's desire.
His large hands tugged at her thin clothing, quickly stripping her bare. He swiftly removed his own barriers as well, their bodies intertwining closely together, their lips pressed tightly against each other.
The carpet was strewn with discarded clothes as the couple on the bed focused entirely on feeling each other's presence. The man fervently kissed her brows, eyes, nose, and those soft, rosy lips.
Rafas lifted Wushuang onto his lap; he loved seeing her like this when he possessed her—her delicate crimson cheeks and dreamy eyes stirred his heart, making him want to plant more seeds within her.
"Baby, tell me you only have eyes for me and that you'll never leave my side again. Hurry up and say it!"
"Woo woo woo..." After nearly two hours together, she was close to her limit, looking at him with tearful eyes.
"My good baby, say you'll never leave me again." He leaned down to gently kiss her lips, more like a threat for her to utter those words.
After a high-pitched cry, Wushuang's eyes dimmed and she fainted.
Tokyo, Japan.
"Miss, this man has been in a coma for nearly three months. Even the doctor says he's in a vegetative state. Why do you insist on bringing him back to care for him?" A young girl dressed as a maid looked at the handsome man lying unconscious on the bed, filled with questions as she watched the young woman trimming his nails.
The girl glanced at the man sleeping with closed eyes before continuing her work and replied lightly to the maid's question: "Reiko, don't say that. I believe he will wake up."
"Let's hope so, or else all your hard work over the past few months will be in vain." The young maid stood up and left the room.
Only the young girl and the unconscious man remained in the room. As she watched him lying quietly on the bed, the girl often wondered when he would finally wake up.
The girl's name was Yamamoto Misa, and her father was the famous Yamaguchi-gumi leader, Yamamoto Kazuo. She remembered that about two months ago, on a night when she attended a classmate's birthday party, a man suddenly fell from the sky and landed right in front of her car on her way back. She was terrified at the time; both the driver and bodyguard thought it was an enemy seeking revenge and drew their guns, ready to fight.
When she saw the man who had fallen from above barely clinging to life, Misa scolded her bodyguard and driver and boldly stepped forward to brush aside his long hair that covered his face. The man’s complexion was pale and devoid of color, but his strong facial features and perfect five o'clock shadow captivated Misa instantly, especially his long black hair.
That night, Misa brought him home and called for the family doctor to examine him. He was wearing armor, and it took considerable effort just to remove it. Initially, she thought his long black hair might be a wig, but it turned out to be real.
He looked nothing like a Japanese person; instead, he resembled someone from ancient China. Misa's mother was Chinese, so she had always been curious about Chinese culture. Looking at the armor he wore, it was clearly something that only ancient Chinese generals would wear!
Who was this man? He was covered in wounds, with a particularly fatal arrow wound on his back. But that was strange—no one in this society used arrows anymore. Not only here in Japan but even in China, very few people knew how to use them.
Half a month later, most of his wounds had healed, yet he still hadn’t woken up. However, there were signs of life; watching him sleep peacefully made Misa decide that she would take care of him until he woke up!
"Misa, what are you thinking about? You were so lost in thought that you didn't even notice when I came in," Yamamoto Kazuo said as he walked over to his daughter. He looked at the still unconscious man on the bed and could tell that his daughter had developed feelings for him since the moment she brought him home that night.
For over two months now, his silly daughter had been quietly taking care of him without knowing who he was or where he came from. If this ugly duckling didn’t wake up soon, it would truly be unfair to his precious daughter.
"Father, I was just wondering who he is; that's why I got lost in thought," Misa said shyly as she lowered her head. She had been so absorbed in looking at him that she hadn’t noticed anything else.
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