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"Ah..."
Shen Qingyou let out a terrified scream and immediately jumped up from the bed. When she realized her flawless white thighs were exposed in front of the man, she quickly dove back under the covers.
"Bang!"
The lights in the room were suddenly turned on. Qing Cang stood with his arms crossed, leaning casually against the doorframe, watching Shen Qingyou, whose cheeks were puffed up in anger like Donald Duck. She looked quite cute even when she was mad.
"You, you, get away, get away!" Shen Qingyou waved her arms wildly. This was the second time she had woken up to see him first. The last time was in the hospital, which was bearable, but this time... this time he actually... he actually... Just thinking about the white shirt she was wearing made Shen Qingyou's face turn as red as a boiled lobster. It seemed there was no one else in the room; who had changed her clothes? Could it be... could it be...
"You’re so shameless, get away, get away..." Seeing Qing Cang walk toward the bed, Shen Qingyou grabbed a pillow beside her and threw it at him. "Don't come over, don't come over..."
"What are you afraid of? I've seen everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen. What do you have to be shy about?"
Qing Cang smirked, and seeing her lively demeanor brightened his mood, dispelling the gloom from earlier.
What did he mean by having seen everything?
This damn man, could it be that he really... really... A strong sense of guilt surged within Shen Qingyou. Yuan Mufang had betrayed her, and now what had she done that wasn't betraying him as well? What to do? What to do? She wanted to kill him, kill this damn man in front of her.
Thinking this, Shen Qingyou didn’t care that she was only wearing a shirt. She grabbed the lamp from the bedside table and angrily threw it at Qing Cang. Unfortunately, he easily dodged it but couldn't avoid the punch that followed. Although Qing Cang tried hard to maintain his balance, he stumbled and hit the corner of the table behind him. A sharp pain shot through his back; years of rigorous training had left him with hidden injuries, and now this woman...
Before Qing Cang could steady himself, another swift kick came flying toward him. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he reached out and grabbed her delicate ankle. "Shen Qingyou, women are much cuter when they're a bit gentler!"
He suddenly pulled hard, bringing her into his embrace, firmly trapping her against the wall behind him. The hot breath sprayed on Shen Qingyou's face as she struggled, and he tightened his grip even more. In the midst of their pushing and shoving, Qing Cang unintentionally brushed against the softness of her chest, causing his breath to quicken. Shen Qingyou noticed his unusual reaction, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. This damn man, it seemed that not using lethal force was not an option. With that thought, Shen Qingyou lifted her left leg and kicked fiercely at his aroused area.
"Mm," Qing Cang let out a muffled groan, his long eyebrows furrowing together. This woman actually dared to do that to him. Filled with a hint of anger, he pressed his lips against hers, thinking he should teach her a lesson.
The kiss was both invasive and domineering. "Mm, ah..." He firmly held her hands that were continuously hitting him behind his back. As Shen Qingyou protested, Qing Cang skillfully slipped his tongue between her lips. So sweet, so wonderful...
What had started as a punishing kiss now felt like something he didn't want to stop. Underneath him, Shen Qingyou gradually ceased her resistance, becoming silent like a puppet, allowing Qing Cang to explore her mouth with his tongue.
When Qing Cang finally sensed something was off, a cold feeling swept across his cheek. Startled, he pulled away from Shen Qingyou's lips and saw her tear-streaked face. His heart twisted; how could he have made her cry?
"Why... why... why do this to me?"
Why did this man treat her like this? Why did Yuan Mufang treat her like this? Why was life like this? What had she done wrong? Why did everyone have to treat her this way? Wasn't it enough that she was already suffering?
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart; all the grievances surged forth like a flood that could no longer be contained. She crouched in the corner and cried out loud, each trembling note revealing her sadness. The scene before Qing Cang left him at a loss. Just moments ago she had been like a wild cat; now she seemed like a fragile glass doll that could shatter at any moment.
"You..." Qing Cang wanted to comfort her but didn't know how to approach this woman who was crying like a weeping willow. She cried loudly as if trying to release all her grievances. Frustrated, Qing Cang stepped out of the room and buried himself in the sofa in utter despair. "Damn it..." The more anxious he became, the more flustered he felt; the air was thick with unease. The sound of the woman's cries echoed in his heart, leaving the usually formidable Qing Cang helpless against a woman's tears.
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