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Rao Jie was left breathless and weak in the knees by Wu Rong's questioning, unable to even sit down. Such blunt words truly made her feel utterly ashamed.
She quickly stood up, wanting to escape, but Wu Rong had already moved in front of her. With a long arm outstretched, he propped himself against the edge of the pool, trapping Rao Jie within. He leaned forward, forcing her to press tightly against the wall, terrified of being touched.
Wu Rong adhered to their agreement, getting infinitely closer to Rao Jie without ever making contact. "If you woke up in bed next to him instead of me, how would you feel? Would you resist or be pleased?"
"Answer me—if it were him doing this to you, what would you do?"
Wu Rong tightened his hold, compelling Rao Jie to meet his gaze. Even if her eyes wandered, they were confined to the space around Wu Rong's body.
"You can hate both of them or love one and hate the other, but you absolutely cannot love both."
His words struck at the core of Rao Jie’s heart. Deep down, she had always felt an unsettling presence. Whenever she tried to confront it, Long Yong would push her back down, but now Wu Rong was forcing her to face it again, compelling her to discern her own feelings.
He was making her choose between discomfort and distress.
Yet she knew that some decisions needed to be made quickly to lessen the pain; however, she did not want to be coerced by Wu Rong into revealing her answer.
Rao Jie suddenly pushed against Wu Rong's chest, trying to shove away the invisible pressure he exerted. But his body felt like an iron wall—she couldn't budge him at all.
"Fine! I’ll say it—I hate both of them! Is that enough? Now let me go; I want to leave!"
As soon as Rao Jie finished speaking, Wu Rong's voice—now unexpectedly hoarse yet deep and magnetic—sent a shiver down her spine.
"I promised that if you didn’t touch me first, I wouldn’t touch you. But now you've initiated."
Rao Jie froze, still trying to comprehend what this threat meant when Wu Rong tightened his embrace further, completely locking her in his strong arms.
With a slight adjustment of his angle, he found Rao Jie’s lips and captured them like a playful puppy that wouldn’t let go.
The heated and frenzied kiss unexpectedly claimed everything about Rao Jie—her emotions, thoughts, breath, and soul.
For some reason, this kiss felt entirely different from before. It was as if all the strength within her had been instantly drained away—a terrifying sensation.
Her helpless hands could only skim through the warm water of the hot spring as they weakly patted Wu Rong's back in a futile attempt to stop this violation. Ultimately, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree—completely insignificant.
Rao Jie could no longer stand under the intensity of the kiss; she almost surrendered herself entirely to Wu Rong’s relentless embrace.
When those fierce lips finally left their tormenting hold on her, she could have cursed once or twice to put an end to this bullying behavior. But Rao Jie’s mind had gone blank; her tongue felt heavy and soft as she gasped for breath—she couldn’t muster any words at all.
A kiss filled with unspoken intensity traveled from her delicate chin downwards, compelling Rao Jie to lift her head. The graceful curve of her neck was conquered, until...
Wu Rong, being a gentleman, did not tug at the already scant fabric. Instead, he directly lifted the dazed girl and placed her on the edge of the pool, allowing her to sit there.
In that embrace, Rao Jie found herself taller than Wu Rong.
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