CH 8

The pain that she experienced in her previous life would repeat in this life too?

Thinking of this, deep fear struck her. Shen Qi was just like falling into the icy lake of winter. She was cold shivering all over her body. 

Probably because their skins were tightly attached together so Shen Zhonghua felt Shen Qi was shaking. He held her small face, just like the little wolf-dog that Shen Qi raised when she was young and rubbed intimately against Shen Qi's face and neck. He said: "Don’t be afraid......"

Shen Qi couldn’t restrain from shivering more strongly. How could she not be afraid? She remembered with great clarity that in her previous life, he used a dagger-like meat stick between his legs to run through her. She hurt as if her entire self had been torn in half. She begged him for mercy, begged him to let go of her, but he didn't listen and didn't even hesitate to continue his movements. The strong and thick murderous weapon going in and out of her dry tunnel in large-scale, thrusting fiercely and hurting her so much, making her faint again and again.

But no matter how painful it was, she tried hard to not let herself cry out.

Shen Qi had lived for Shen Zhonghua since she was young. Similarly, she lived to die for Shen Zhonghua. She was his person that died and this was her destiny and belief.

This day suddenly came and Shen Qi suddenly felt a little regret. She thought, why couldn't she rebirth earlier? As early as she hadn't become a person that died for Shen Zhonghua. As early as she hadn't been separated from her parents......

Shen Qi wore a snow white top and a waist-high skirt embroidered with red plums by exquisite embroidery workers. It was given to her by Shen Zhonghua and was also his order for her to wear. 

(T/N: a picture of a top and a waist-high skirt.)

Shen Qi was still pondering and Shen Zhonghua who lost his mind because of the Spring Night Scattered had already torn her connected chest straps. One of his hands was moving on her body while his other hand stretched into her mo xiong, rubbing and squeezing up her breast.

(T/N: mo xiong - a chest undergarment. Below is a picture.)

Shen Qi was still shaking. She instinctively wanted to avoid it, but her body wasn’t in control. The body of a person that died was imprisoned by their creed and even if their spirit was relaxed, the body wouldn’t shrink back. Even if she lived again, she was no longer as obsessed as her previous life with a humble love, extravagance, hopelessness, and despair. However, she, as Shen Zhonghua’s person that died for him couldn’t defy Shen Zhonghua's orders.

It was like a curse.

Shen Qi felt ridiculous and laughed at her naive self, thinking that once started again, she could change something. Now it seemed like she was outrageously wrong. What ought to come would always come.

It was going to hurt again if worst came to worst......

Shen Qi thought so.

However, in this life, Shen Zhonghua was also in the middle of the Spring Night Scattered and gradually lost his rationality under the effect of the medicine. Shen Qi entered his room too, but Shen Zhonghua’s treatment for her was different. 

Shen Zhonghua was Shen Qi’s first man and the only man. Shen Qi didn’t understand the things of men and women because Shen Zhonghua treated her like that. She always thought that the things of men and women were tortured that way. In the memory of the previous life, Shen Zhonghua had always been very aggressive toward her, not only sating his lust in her body but also venting his anger.

However, this time it was different. Unlike the previous life when Shen Zhonghua's hand was squeezing and rubbing her roundness ruthlessly to fatten, his big palm was unexpectedly gentle. His thick, hot palm wrapped her small bun tightly, rubbing it while kneading and pinching the tip of her nipple with two fingers. Not long after, his other hand also joined in...... with the same gentleness.

Shen Qi didn't dare to move nor made a sound. She lay under Shen Zhonghua’s body stiffly, only feeling that her small buns that he was rubbing were a little itchy and there were some feelings she couldn't tell.

When Shen Zhonghua pushed her mo xiong up, exposing her breasts out, he lowered his head to suck in her standing, erect flower bud. Shen Qi couldn’t hold back and called out softly.