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Li Yang's hands and feet were trembling as a chilling aura spread to his limbs and bones.

Lu Qimu walked in front of her and used his hand to support her waist to the table. He held her between his hands, preventing her from going anywhere.

His entire body was exuding a cold and vicious aura, as if it was going to freeze her heart into ice.

"Ha!" Staring at her, he suddenly sneered with disdain. "What do you think I want to do?"

Li Yang lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably. She did not dare to look at him. She did not know what words she had said, or what expression she had, would anger him again.

Lu Qimu reached out to pinch her chin, forcing her face up. "You think I want to fuck you?"

Li Yang stared blankly at him.

It was clearly a face from a cartoon, yet it caused her to feel the most fear.

He turned his head slightly to the side and whispered into her ear, enunciating each word with the most contemptuous words, "Li Lang, you're so dirty. Even if I touched you, I'd feel disgusted."

"Li Yang, you're so dirty. I can't stand a single touch of you."

Her head went blank.

It seemed like it took him a few seconds to react, and he looked at him in disbelief.

He had already let go of her chin and pulled out a towel from a cupboard nearby. He carefully wiped his fingers, as if touching her skin would infect him with bacteria.

She couldn't help but move her lips and ask, "Why …"

Why did he keep humiliating her?!

What did she do wrong …?

However, he merely glanced at her with his pair of clear and cold peach blossom eyes that carried an unconcealed coldness and loathing.

He stepped out of the tub and threw a wet towel in her face.

Her vision instantly turned black, and his voice, which was as cold as iron, came from above her head. "Wash it clean, it's so dirty."

The bathroom door slammed, and she took off the wet towel he'd just wiped off his finger.

Li Yang stretched out his hand to feel the position of his heart. It was a little stuffy, a little heavy.

Every time he jumped, it would cause pain in his body that made it hard for people to move.

An indescribable discomfort engulfed her entire body.

She tightly held the wet towel in her hand and rubbed it hard, mechanically, over and over again.

Yes, she was dirty.

She had soiled herself.

If she could, she wanted to go back.

If she had been able to reverse the flow of time, she definitely wouldn't have climbed onto Lu Qimu's bed that night.

Her whole body was immersed in the water, but she could no longer feel the cold. She wiped her body vigorously with the towel, as if trying to wipe someone's imprint clean.

Lu Chi Mo changed into a new set of clothes and continued smoking on the sofa. His pretty face was scrunched up into a frown, giving off a cold and icy feeling.

When she begged him for another man, he really wanted to kill her.

At that moment, he completely lost control and almost strangled her to death!

What was he thinking? It would be great if she was dead. If she was dead, then he would no longer feel heartache.

Li Yang was a woman, and she had no heart at all. She had no idea how much he hated her.

No, she did.

It was just that her heart was not with her.

She had forgotten him. She had said she was going to marry him when she grew up.

I forgot what she said about him. She likes him the most, and she wants to be with him for the rest of her life.

She had forgotten, she had forgotten.

After forgetting everything, he turned around and fell in love with another man.

After he climbed into his bed, he even escaped the next day. He even destroyed the surveillance footage, so as to not have anything to do with him.

It was an extraordinary shame and humiliation!

He shouldn't have let her off that day!

He shouldn't have allowed her to do as she pleased.

He should skin her and skin her alive, letting her know that he wasn't a man she could provoke and abandon whenever she wanted to!

Since they had angered him, they wouldn't be able to escape for the rest of their lives.

Even if she died, her tombstone must be inscribed with the name of Lu Chi Mo's wife.

He wanted her, life was his man, death could only be his ghost.

Never escape to another man for all eternity.

Lu Qimu took in a deep breath. The swirling smoke caused his facial features to blur a little.

In his eyes, there was a deep sense of sorrow mixed within the cruelty.

He clearly knew that he shouldn't have fallen in love with her the most.

But unknowingly, deep in love, and a love, 18 years.

No one could possibly know how agonizing it was for him to be able to flee with all his might for the past eighteen years. And yet, he was still incapable of doing so.

He had long sunk into this quagmire and treated her like his own life. He loved her to the bones, and when he saw other men touch her, he was so jealous that he was about to go crazy. He wanted nothing more than to tear her apart.

The bathroom door opened, and Li Yang walked out barefoot, wearing only a towel.

Lu Qimu could see her exposed skin at a glance. It was so red that it was purple, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off. It was obvious how much effort she had put in.

His eyes darkened with anger.

Her hair was very long, and she didn't use a blow-dryer to dry it. She only used her handkerchief to wipe it casually a few times. Sparkling droplets of water occasionally dripped onto the floor, making an inaudible sound.

Lu Qimu retracted his gaze and continued smoking, not looking at her again.

She walked to his side and obediently squatted in front of him. She raised her small face that was the size of a palm and looked at him, saying with a soft and shallow voice, "Don't be angry … "Okay …"

Her obedient appearance was like a cute and lovable kitten, especially her pair of pitiful eyes. She looked so innocent that she wanted to take his life.

One second ago, his anger that he still wanted to kill instantly vanished, leaving behind a lot of helplessness. Forget it, just forgive her this time. After cleaning up, she probably wouldn't dare to do so in the future …

When his sight fell on her red and swollen skin, Lu Qimu's heart couldn't help but soften. Even his voice had softened a little. "What are you squatting down for, stand up …"

Li Yang stood up obediently.

Lu Qimu's slender fingers were intertwined with the cigarette. Dazzling smoke scattered in the air, "Sit up."

Li Yang stared blankly for a moment before realizing that he wanted her to sit on his lap. She hesitated for a second before obediently sitting on his lap.

Lu Qimu casually stretched out his hand and pressed down on her head.

Her face was pressed tightly against his chest. His body was faintly fragrant with tobacco. Listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, she didn't feel too at ease. Instead, it was more of humiliation and sorrow.

His wet hair stuck to her body, staining his clothes with a large amount of moisture. He felt an ice-cold feeling. He took a drag from his cigarette and asked in a calm voice, "Why don't you blow your hair?"

She opened her mouth as if she was mumbling, giving off a slightly coquettish scent, "I don't want to blow it …" "It's very cold …"

She was so cold that even her heart was frozen.

Lu Qimu stood up with his arm around her waist.

She was light, and he picked her up with no effort at all.

Very easily, he put her down by the bed.

Then she turned around and went to the bathroom. Li Yang had tried very hard to look calm and collected, but her fingers still couldn't help but grab the blanket underneath her, betraying her uneasiness and nervousness.

Lu Qimu brought out the hair dryer. Afraid that Li Yang would notice anything amiss, he subconsciously let go of his hand.

Lu Qimu held a cigarette in his mouth and plugged in the plug. He turned the switch and a warm wind blew out from the blower onto her head.

His long fingers lifted her hair, blowing it in little puffs, occasionally dusting it in an ashtray.

He patiently blew at her hair, causing her to feel even more nervous. Her fingers turned slightly white. She instinctively wanted to grab onto something to ease her anxiety, but she was afraid that he would see through her.

She felt uncomfortable all over, her ears were filled with the sound of the hair dryer, and her eyes wandered around the room.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt as if half a century had passed before he finally turned off the hairdryer, turned her body to face him.

His cigarette was long out, and he didn't light another one. His eyes seemed as cold as ever, but they seemed a little different. Li Yang couldn't tell what it was like.

She understood this man, and it was always uncertain.

He would never know what he was thinking.

Lu Chi Mo looked at her for a while, then said coldly, "Li Yang, I've always had a bad temper. Don't mess with me in the future if you have nothing to do, okay?"

Li Yang grunted like a mosquito.

Lu Qimu sat on the back of the leather bed and glanced at her. His tone was overbearing, and he said, "Come here!"

Li Yang tactfully moved over and laid on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and took out a cigarette to continue smoking.

He didn't know why, but at this moment, he actually didn't have any ill intentions towards her. He only wanted to quietly take her in his arms as if this would cause the world to grow old.

Just as he was about to finish his cigarette, he heard her soft voice resounding in his ear, "I'll be very obedient in the future …" Even if they saw him, they would have still circled around him … So... You let him go... "Good …"

It was clearly a soft voice, but he still felt the coldness deep down his bones.

Heh! He mocked himself. How could he forget? As long as this woman tried to curry favor with him, she would definitely have another goal.

How could he forget? How could he be so damn soft-hearted?

He hated himself, hated her even more.

She was so obedient in front of him, she actually wanted to plead with another man?!

What right did she have to think that he would agree?!

He shouldn't have treated her so well, made her forget Ben, made her forget whose wife she was.

Li Yang carefully raised his head. Caught off guard, he met his cold and murderous gaze.

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and she instantly felt a heart-wrenching pain from her wrist. The next second, her body was thrown heavily under the bed by Lu Qimu. He almost gritted his teeth as he squeezed out word by word, "You — don't even think about —"