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Wu Xin remained calm, choosing not to confront Rao Jie directly. Instead, he made a phone call to Wu Rong.
When Rao Jie returned home, she found Wu Rong already seated on the sofa, exuding an aura that was as chilling as the night before. Just a glance at him made her instinctively want to leave. However, before she could retreat to her room, Wu Rong blocked her path.
Rao Jie dared not meet his gaze; as he approached, she instinctively took a step back. This act of avoidance only served to provoke Wu Rong further. He moved in swiftly, and before Rao Jie could react, he effortlessly lifted her onto his shoulder with the skill honed from his training.
It wasn't until she was upside down on his shoulder that Rao Jie let out a terrified scream. But it was too late; Wu Rong carried her straight into his room and tossed her onto the bed.
Before she could even sit up, he pinned her shoulders down, using both hands and feet to restrain her movements, effectively binding her to the bed. Furious and frightened, Rao Jie shouted, “Wu Rong!” This time, she didn’t even call him Professor Wu.
Wu Rong loomed over her, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he breathed heavily. His breath brushed against Rao Jie’s face and neck, while his chest rose and fell violently, reminiscent of a volcano about to erupt. He gripped her wrists tightly against the bed, the pressure increasing with each passing moment.
Rao Jie winced in pain, but Wu Rong showed no signs of relenting. “Are you planning to move out?” he asked, his voice almost hoarse.
Taken aback by his question, Rao Jie turned to look at him. “Are you going to be with Long Yong?”
Rao Jie was left speechless, unsure how to respond. She had never seen this expression on Wu Rong's face before; it was not just rage but also sorrow reflected in those beautiful eyes—an expression that seemed to convey the pain of being abandoned.
Why does he look at her with such an expression? What does he really think of her?
Rao Jie gazed at Wu Rong, her eyes flickering, but she remained silent. To her surprise, Wu Rong took her silence as agreement. Anger surged within her, making her head spin.
Without control, her body acted on its own. A fierce kiss descended upon her. Rao Jie felt oddly calm, as if she had anticipated this moment; she was neither shocked nor angry, just bewildered and confused.
She had exhausted all her strength in her earlier resistance, and now, under Wu Rong's overwhelming kiss, she could only offer slight resistance, forced to endure. She was frustrated by Wu Rong's unreasonable dominance and saddened by his disregard for her feelings. Despite the unfairness of the situation, she felt no hatred towards him.
It was strange to be kissed by someone she didn't like yet not feel disgusted. Was she becoming numb to it? Had she grown accustomed to this?
As their lips and tongues tangled recklessly, Rao Jie did not respond, but her body gradually warmed and softened, even letting out a couple of embarrassing sounds against her will.
Rao Jie’s lack of resistance gradually soothed Wu Rong's anger. He began to soften, holding Rao Jie gently and kissing her tenderly, as if they were sweethearts.
When Wu Rong finally released her lips and began to explore other areas with his kisses, Rao Jie finally found her voice. She weakly pushed him away and stared blankly at the white ceiling, unable to ignore the sensations he was causing in her body—fearful yet undeniably comfortable.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
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