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  Her face looked equally ugly; she would do the same to him.

  With his long arms, he flipped her shoulders so that she would look at his frosty face. “Speak! What do you mean by the words you’ve just said?”


  “There’s no other meaning except that I find you dirty!” She glared at him with frost. “I’m not done yet, so please get out!”


  “Aren’t you speaking?”


  She continued to rub her body while she ignored his presence.

  He lost his patience finally. Gathering her in his arms, he drained the foam in the bathtub, turned on the showerhead, and began to scrub her body.

  She pushed him away, and amid the struggle, he got drenched.

  He was not one to let her get away with her tantrum, so locking both her wrists with one arm, he pinned her down heavily inside the bathtub with the other. In this way, she totally lost her ability to fight him.

  The water in the tub soon overflowed, and it was refilled with fresh warm water.

  Knowing full well that she could not fight against him, she finally gave up her resistance and let the man patiently cleaned the foam off her body.

  He lowered his head and saw the stubborn and far-off look on her face. Her eyes were misty while her ruddy lips were pursed into a thin line. He was rough at times when he cleaned her, but she did not utter a sound despite the pain.

  Forcibly suppressing herself, she was like a stubborn wounded little beast.

  However, in all honesty, she needed to consider on whose territory she was in currently.

  Her apathy made him unhappy.

  Pinching her chin, he asked, “Are you angry?”


  Taking him as air, she clenched her lips tightly and refused to speak a word to him no matter how many times he asked questions.

  He sneered, wanted to see how long she could persist with his offensive.

  Her eyes were shut when she suddenly sensed a sensation from a certain area in her body. Her eyes opened with a start and her body contracted involuntarily.

  He would not allow her to escape and easily imprisoned her in his embrace.

  Her eyes flamed red as she glared at him with anger.

  He forced himself on top of her with one arm pinning her shoulders. She was nailed to the spot, unable to resist due to the difference between their physiques.

  She could only watch him remove his shirt with his other hand and pressed his hot and heavy body onto hers. His thin lips sealed her clenched lips. No matter how much she tried to avoid him, he had a way of overcoming her.

  The warm water continued to spray from the showerhead, submerging both of them in the tub.

  Covering her lips with his, he recklessly laid her.

  She tried to resist initially. Biting hard her lower lip to rebel against his efforts, not even a muffled hum came out.

  He was out to torture her, though.

  Soon, she could not contain the surge climaxing within her as she let loose a mourn in the middle.

  “Mu Yazhe……” She broke down and called his name in a keening voice, making a last attempt of weak resistance.

  She reached out to push his shoulders, which he easily caught with one hand. Bowing his head low, he suckled on her fair and slender fingertips.

  Gradually, his action was no longer reckless and became gentle, instead……