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"What an old fox. He doesn't even trust his own granddaughter—he drugged his own kin. I underestimated you!" Han Yuming was stunned by Yi Bao’s cold-blooded methods, finding himself almost admiring the man's absolute ruthlessness toward his own family.
Watching Yi Lanyou writhe in agony, her body unconsciously leaning into his for friction while incoherent murmurs spilled from her lips, Han Yuming felt his every pore expand. He was forced to grab her wrists to keep her at a distance. Unfortunately, he wasn't carrying extra antidote. Having no other choice, he dragged her into the bathroom, threw her into the bathtub, and turned the faucet to cold, dousing her from head to toe.
"Ah—it’s so cold... it hurts... no, please, no—" Lanyou flailed her small hands wildly, struggling to escape the icy deluge.
As she tried to scramble out of the tub, Han Yuming pinned her back down. In her panic, she latched onto his arm, hugging it tightly against her chest as if it were a life-saving buoy. She refused to let go, rubbing her face against his skin and brushing her lips over his arm.
"Damn it!" At the sensation of her softness against him, a surge of heat raced through his entire body. His self-control began to waver as his body reacted instinctively. He cursed under his breath.
Lanyou, however, only felt the coolness of his skin. Broken, moan-like whispers continued to seep from her lips. He tried to endure it, but the girl continued to rub against him recklessly, even sliding her damp, small hands inside his shirt to stroke and press against his chest.
He wanted to shake her off, but her hands seemed to possess a strange magic that left him paralyzed. Feeling her delicate, amateurish touch on his chest, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead from the sheer effort of holding back.
"Little girl, you’re the one seeking a dead end. Don’t blame me!" With that, he stepped into the tub and took control.
As he caressed her burning skin and kissed her honey-sweet lips, he felt as though he were melting—melting into her beauty. He stripped away her damp, disheveled clothes, his hands roaming her curves as he left a trail of marks across her neck and chest.
"It hurts... I want... give it to me..." Lanyou was still far from satisfied.
"Be patient, babe. You’ll feel better soon." Han Yuming scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom.
He laid her on the bed, stripped away the remaining clothes from both of them, and lowered himself onto her small, soft frame. Sensing that he was at his breaking point, he parted her legs with his knee and, with one powerful thrust, buried himself within her.
"Ah—it hurts! Get out... it hurts... mmm—" This was Lanyou’s first time. Feeling a tearing pain, she tried to push the intruder away. But she was far too small compared to him, and weakened by the drug, she couldn't move him an inch.
Hearing her cries of pain and seeing her face crumpled in agony, he felt a pang of pity. He slowed his pace, turning his frantic taking into a gentle giving. Her sobs gradually transformed into enchanting moans, leaving Han Yuming unable to stop.
This was the first time he had ever exerted such self-control for a woman. He was a man who usually followed his whims and never denied himself, especially when it came to his physical needs. Yet, for the sake of Lanyou's pained expression, he slowed his "march."
He could have walked away. He could have left her to her fate, especially since her grandfather was the one who started this. But the mere thought of this woman moaning under another man sparked a nameless fury in his heart. To extinguish that fire, he was willing to walk straight into the old fox’s trap just to have her.
Perhaps her body was simply too perfect, catering exactly to his tastes; he took her several times that night until she finally drifted into a deep sleep.
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