What are you running from?
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He... what does he want..?
Xia Qiao was so frightened that her heart jumped to her throat, and her ears quickly turned red.
She... she had never been in a relationship before, let alone done that with a man!
Xia Qiao's back stiffened with embarrassment, and after a long time, she finally managed to utter a few words: "That... you..."
Xia Qiao stammered, her gaze unconsciously falling on the man's legs under the blanket.
It was unintentional, but Pei Lichuan felt this look gave him extreme humiliation and insult!
Did this damn woman look down on him?
Did she think that because his legs were crippled, he was truly
useless?
In an instant, Pei Lichuan's heart surged with anger. He sneered coldly, his eyes glinting with frost, "What? Are you afraid I can't
satisfy you?"
These words were truly too much! Xia Qiao felt as if her chest was filled with air, ready to explode. "Pei Lichuan, why do you have to..." Xia Qiao's anger dissipated when she met the man's cold and
arrogant gaze.
She forced herself to calm down, telling herself not to stoop to the level of this bad-tempered man! Before she could catch her breath, Pei Lichuan grabbed her wrist, pulled her onto his lap with his long
arm, making her fall onto him.
Her petite body was completely enveloped in his embrace, and a scorching warmth emanated from behind her.
Yet his voice in her ear was cold: "A woman like you doesn't deserve to be in my bed. How about this position?"
"This wheelchair is custom-made, with quite good load-bearing capacity."
The intense mockery in his voice made Xia Qiao's back stiffen. She gritted her teeth and broke free from Pei Lichuan's grip, stumbling back a few steps, forcing herself to look at the man calmly, "Pei Lichuan, neither of us entered this marriage willingly. But now that we're bound together, I hope we can get along!"
"Get along? Xia Mo'er, then why did you try to escape just now? Aren't husband and wife supposed to do what husbands and wives do?" Pei Lichuan propped his chin with his hand, looking at her with increasing ridicule.
Xia Qiao was at a loss for words. She felt so wronged she wanted to cry, but what would crying change? She was already married to Pei Lichuan, his wife, and intimacy with him was unavoidable.
"I understand..."Xia Qiao
suppressed the tears welling up in her eyes, lowered her head, and slowly walked to the man, raising her trembling fingers to the zipper of her dress, ".. won't run away." With that, the dress slowly slid down.
Pei Lichuan's eyes, cold and
piercing, scanned her from head to toe. The woman was not tall but
well-proportioned, with long arms and legs, a slender waist, and fair, delicate skin that glowed in the light.
She trembled slightly with uncertainty, so innocent yet exuding a deadly sensual charm. Pei Lichuan's pupils constricted, his Adam's apple bobbing as he felt a wave of dry heat and his breathing quickened.
Damn woman!
The next second, when Pei Lichuan met her eyes, a boundless rage surged within him.
Was she sympathizing with him with that submissive look? "Xia Mo'er, you're really
despicable!" Pei Lichuan's jaw tightened, his eyes filled with intense disgust, "Get out of here!" With his cold voice, the veins on his hand bulged as he turned his
wheelchair away from her.
Xia Qiao's face turned ashen, her body stiffened, and her mind went blank.
"Get out!" he roared again. Xia Qiao finally snapped out of it, blushing furiously as she grabbed her dress and fled.
As soon as she exited the room, her eyes welled up.
But before she could cry, Butler Qin came with a tray of milk, "Young madam. please take this to the young master."
- Writer
