Chapter 592: Do not touch me anymore.
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He suddenly leaned over and covered her mouth with his thin lips. His tongue hooked and suckled on hers seriously and carefully. He then took another rough bite at her lips, asking, “Why? You seem to like him?”
She hurriedly shook her head.
She had never entertained any ideas about Gu Xingze.
The man gave her an eerie laugh before he aimed a bite at her lip corner. She retracted in pain but was pulled even closer to him by his arm.
“Don’t let him touch you again, then!” Gloom exuded from him and from his every word.
Her lashes flickered in fear as he continued frostily. “You had better remember that you are my woman. I don’t like anyone touching my woman! This is not allowed even if it’s for your job!”
“I… I understand. There won’t be a next time!” Her voice was quaking.
“There won’t be a next time!” He barked another warning.
He looked over his shoulder and put the car in reverse with a strong jerk.
Her heart, which was hanging in suspension, seemed to ‘return’ to safety on the road together with the car.
Once the vehicle hit the safe zone, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door to get out, and fell sitting on the ground. Her knees then propped her chest as her legs gave way.
Her tummy had churned upside down with the crazy speeding.
It felt terrible. She clapped her chest to regurgitate, but she only felt gastric juice climb up to her throat each time.
Along with the acidic juice in her throat, tears flooded her eyes without hesitation. She was in a really bad shape.
The man pushed open the car door and walked out slowly. He turned to look at her and then walked over in her direction!
She heard the footsteps behind her and quickly flung up from the ground. Her eyes watched him guardingly as she backed away from him.
The cold mountain wind ruffled and messed her hair.
He stood before her with his long and lean body, his black shirt almost integrating with the darkness of the night.
The foggy light from the coupe was especially glaring.
Against the lights of the car and the moonlight, the man’s distinct silhouette cast a dense shadow on the ground. His icy eyes, which were directed on her, shone through his tousled fringe.
Although it was still in June, the wind in the hinterland was cold and biting at night.
Still, the wind was not as cold as the icy glint in his eyes.
The hilly roads were barricaded, and except for them, no one else allowed to enter.
Here, he was the ruler.
He walked over to her, bowed slightly, and tried to grip her wrist.
Due to her subconscious fear, she abruptly avoided his action and slapped off his hand the moment his cool fingertips touched her skin.
SMACK!
His hand was slapped to one side.
It was as if her submission earlier was just an act to defuse his anger.
Looking at the man’s cold and menacing face, she kept retreating from him. Thoughts of his despicable behavior and Mu Wanrou’s taunting flashed across her mind. Her heart hurt as her hatred for him intensified.
His face changed instantly. “What?”
“Don’t touch me.”
She put a distance between them, thinking of making a clean break with him once and for all!
Pursing his lips tightly, he ignored her words and moved closer to her.
“Don’t come near me!”
She backed a few more steps and broke down in distress, screaming, “Don’t touch me, Mu Yazhe! I don’t want you!”