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It's not like I've never seen Mu Huainan act like a beast before. I still don't dare to forget every single one of his actions on my 18th birthday.

The point is, I don't dare to scream.

Mu Huainan's slender fingers moved from my front to my side as he bit at my earlobes, my collarbones, and the way down made my entire body go numb.

It came from not far away, with the crowd pressing closer and closer, until I saw the press through the back door, eager to squeeze out. And the spectators from all directions.

My heart sank like a thunderbolt, and I felt my hands and feet go cold. I watched them get closer and closer, watched the reporters take out their cameras, and listened to the whispers and whispers of the spectators. My mind was blank as a sheet, and for a long time I didn't know what to do.

The people in my body seem to be in a state of extreme excitement. I don't want to earn money, and I don't know what else to do. My reputation? Or was there something else I hadn't even thought of?

Out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to see Fang Wu's figure in the last row of people, head bowed all the way down.

At this point, I probably understood something.

This group of people had suddenly come from the main hall to the back courtyard. Someone must have said something.

I think Fang Wu knows this the best.

As the discussion became more and more intense, they even began to speak openly and harshly without concealing anything.

"When I saw their news online in the past, I thought it was just some hype. But now, it seems that I've really underestimated this little girl's methods."

"That's right, I wonder what kind of bewitching medicine she gave Mubai, to actually do such a thing in public."

… ….

I felt extremely wronged. Why did I have to be the only one to be condemned when all of this happened?

I couldn't help it, the tears trickled down the corners of my eyes. Gradually, I felt as if the man in my body had stopped, stiffened, and left my body.

His cheeks were still flushed and his eyes were full of desire. Staring at the tears in the corner of my eyes, his body started to tremble unknowingly.

It was like a heart that could not be calmed under extreme restraint.

He left me. He picked up his suit jacket from the floor beside him, came over, wrapped it around me, and then bent down to pick me up.

He turned around and walked towards the crowded back door.

I bury my head in his arms and hear his heart beating and feel the rise and fall of his body and the sudden stop in his heaviness.

His deep, husky voice came from above his head. With an oppressive coldness, he said, "I hope no one has seen what happened today. If anyone else knows about it in the future, all of you will be responsible."

After which, he turned around and left, making a decision.

Just a second ago, it was still that wild beast that had some confusion, but now, it had become the cold and decisive king of the past.

This was how Mu Huainan normally looked like.

Walking up the steps and back into the hall, I felt his footsteps pause again. I didn't know why, so I looked up curiously.

Mu Huainan stopped beside Fang Wu.

At this moment, she should be extremely afraid. The hand holding the wine cup was trembling nonstop, and she was so afraid that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

"Your name is Fang Wu?" Mu Huainan asked coldly.

Fang Wu's body trembled, and she barely raised her head. Her face was pale as paper, and after trembling for a long time she opened her mouth to gasp for breath.

She looked like she wanted to explain something.

But Mu Huainan did not give her the chance, and only coldly told her a sentence.

"Go ask Dad about the consequences of this matter."

After saying that, Mu Huainan walked away with me in his arms. I looked over his shoulder and saw Fang Wu standing there with lifeless eyes, and had a face full of shock.

I retracted my head and continued to act like an obedient kitten in Mu Huainan's embrace.

Towards Fang Wu, I will not be soft-hearted, but towards the enemies, I will only make them hurt me even more. I will not, I will never do that again.

Even if Mu Huainan doesn't do anything to her, I will think of a way to teach her a lesson.

How could I, Lu Weian, be so easily bullied?

Mu Huainan brought me out of the dinner, and directly went to the garage to look for a car. He placed me in the front seat, bent down to help me fasten my seatbelt, and didn't immediately shut the door, but stood at the side, looking at me with heartache.

"I'm sorry."

I know I don't blame him. He was just drugged and his face is red and his hands are shaking. I can see how much pain he is feeling and I can't bear to blame him.

I shook my head and forced a smile.

"I'm fine."

At least with Mu Huainan here, I know that today's matter will not spread out.

The only thing that makes me crumble is that the image of me selling my body in pursuit of honor and doing whatever it takes to achieve my goals was deeply engraved in the hearts of every investor.

I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to have a smooth sailing from now on.

He drove all the way home.

Neither of us spoke.

At the entrance of the villa, Mu Huainan got off the car, went around the front of the car and walked to my side. The car door opened, and stooped down to pick me up.

He was still hot, like a fire, and I raised my eyes to see that his face was still a little flushed.

The effects of the medicine were really strong. Even now, it still hadn't completely subsided?

He carried me all the way to the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed, but I felt sick all over. I'd been rolling around in the grass and I felt itchy all over, as if I'd crawled into a bug.

"I want to take a bath."

I looked down at Mu Huainan, who was covering me with a blanket, and couldn't help but tell him this: "I think there are bugs biting me on my back."

Mu Huainan looked at me with his deep eyes. After standing for a while, he finally picked me up and walked towards the bathroom.

The water was very hot, and after a while, the bathroom was filled with hot steam. I was wrapped up in this warm feeling, and I felt all the pores in my body being opened up. It was very comfortable, very enjoyable.

Within the hazy mist, hid Mu Huainan's deep black eyes. His eyes were fleeting in my surroundings, trying his best to avoid my line of sight, but in the end, I still saw his eyes.

There was anger in the pressure, and an indescribable complexity in the anger.

I think I understand what that look means.

He dabbed at my back, arms, and body with his towel, and the air, hidden behind the white mist, seemed to drift, like his eyes.

He apologized to me again.

"Sorry about that."

His voice, unspeakably coated with potholes, rubbed against my heart, sour and itchy.

"Uncle Huainan." I called to him, "It's just a matter of time."

For my shady relationship with Mu Huainan, it is impossible for me to always be hidden underground peacefully. There will be a day when I will break out of the earth and be exposed in the sunlight, never to have a peaceful day again.

However, time was slow.

The hand behind my back seemed to have stopped suddenly. I didn't move, just stayed in this silence for who knows how long. Behind me, I could hear the man's breathing get rougher and more frequent until I felt the towel on my back drop to the ground.

Those hands, little by little, touched my shoulder.

I couldn't help but shiver.

"An'an."

He called me again.

But this time I didn't dare to respond, because I was scared to death, afraid that the last time would happen again, afraid that he would be so fierce, that he wouldn't pity me.

I turned and looked up at him.

"Uncle Huainan."

There was a pleading tone in my voice, and my eyes were pitiful as I tried to beg for mercy, hoping he wouldn't do that.

What I didn't expect, however, was that this posture, coupled with a naked turn of the body, would reveal the beauty in front of this man.

At this moment, he didn't feel that it was begging for mercy at all.

Instead, it would be understood as impatience.

He finally pressed down. As usual, he was domineering, powerful, and silent. All his emotions were hidden in the palm of his hand, the corners of his mouth, and his eyes brimming with love.

We were in the bathtub, surrounded by white foam and rose petals, and the surface of the water was rippling, splashing, and at first glance it looked beautiful and romantic.

But all I felt was fear and uneasiness.

Afraid of pain, afraid that it would hurt even more than last time.

I think it's very likely that I'll die from the pain.

We had come home together half an hour ago, and he had taken me to the bath, and I had always thought he was wide awake, unchecked by alcohol, but now, perhaps, he was under control again.

I didn't dare to move. I was afraid that if I moved, I would be caught even tighter.

His roving hand slipped to my waist, and he slammed it down on top of him. My knees did just the right thing to pry open my thighs, and little by little, he finally came.

Only this time, the pain in my gut didn't come.

Mu Huainan's body is shaking up and down more and more frequently, and I can't help but stagger up and down along with his speed, as well as his desire and hope that can't be released at all.

Surprisingly, I never felt any pain. On the contrary, I sometimes felt comfortable for a few moments.

The thought made me feel so humiliated that I actually felt comfortable about it. [I am hopeless...]

Time seemed to stop at that moment, and I narrowed my eyes, unable to endure the heat, feeling him slump against me, licking my earlobes with my tongue, biting my neck with my teeth.

I let out a low cry and put my arms around his shoulders.

At the bottom, he was panting.

His voice came to his ears, so full of love, with a hundred turns of love, and undying love.

He called out: "Jing Yu."

I thought I'd misheard him, and then I heard him continue to vent.

"Jing Yu, don't go …"

The Mu Huainan who was so dejected, so sad, so weak and helpless.

So, in the end, it doesn't belong to me.

And there was never a moment when it belonged to me.

My heart felt like it was being submerged by cold water. I stopped struggling, my body unable to respond. I could only sink, drop, and let someone pass my head and suffocate on my breath.

So it turns out that I am just a toy that doesn't matter, and I am even overestimating my strength to sympathize and mock Fang Wu.