CHAPTER 618: CHAPTER 616: XIAO ANZE, I’M BEGGING YOU

Yang Qiao said this, certain that he wasn’t that kind of person.

But soon, Yang Qiao realized she was wrong again.

No sooner had her words fallen than her lips were sealed, followed by the fall of her bathrobe to the floor, and she was held and laid on the soft bed, with the man’s body covering hers immediately.

She pushed against him, but couldn’t shake him in the slightest.

Yang Qiao was both angry and anxious; she couldn’t have relations with him now, she just couldn’t!

So, she lifted her foot and aimed a kick at his groin. Unfortunately, he agilely dodged it.

Xiao Anze had only intended to scare her, but her full-force kick instantly spurred his fighting spirit. He tore off his own towel, parted her legs, and entered without any foreplay.

A tearing pain came, and tears welled up in Yang Qiao’s eyes. She wanted to yell out loud, but he never loosened his hold on her mouth.

In the end, she gave up struggling.

For a man who had slept with her for so many years, he could find her sensitive spots with his eyes closed; no matter how chaste she tried to be, her body’s honesty couldn’t be concealed.

In the middle of the night, when all had quieted down, Yang Qiao moved her sore body, finding the strength from somewhere to push him away and took her bathrobe towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom mirror, Yang Qiao saw clear marks everywhere on her neck and arms that could possibly be exposed.

Without any doubt, they were deliberately inflicted by Xiao Anze.

Looking at these marks, Yang Qiao’s eyes misted over.

Before today, every time they did this, it was pleasant, and both were considerate of each other’s feelings. But today, Xiao Anze did not consider her feelings; he was forceful...

After bathing, it was already half an hour later.

Yang Qiao opened the bathroom door and was startled.

At some point, Xiao Anze had stood by the door, already wrapped in a bath towel. From a meter away, Yang Qiao could smell the faint scent of his shower.

"I thought you were planning to sleep in the bathroom tonight."

As he spoke, he grabbed her hand and walked towards the bed, looking very much like he was going to continue what they had started earlier.

Yang Qiao was frightened. It felt like she had been torn down there, and every step was terribly painful.

"Xiao Anze, I’m not coming, I can’t go through with this anymore..."

Her words were both urgent and fast, Xiao Anze clearly understood and halted, but just when Yang Qiao thought he would stop, she was swept horizontally onto the bed again.

This time Yang Qiao was truly afraid, saying with a sobbing voice: "Xiao Anze, I beg you, it really hurts..."

Xiao Anze’s hand reaching for her bathrobe tie stopped, not moving further.

Seeing that he was listening, Yang Qiao spoke again, "Can we not do it today, please?"

"Alright," he said.

However, before Yang Qiao could breathe a sigh of relief, the man’s hand waved, and her bathrobe was untied again, exposing her body.

She was beyond angry: "Xiao Anze! You bastard!"

"Don’t move!"

Xiao Anze pried her legs apart, looked down, and, as expected, it was just as he had imagined!

He darkened his face, got off the bed, walked to the bedside, rummaged through the bedside table for a moment, and took out an ointment.

Soon, he returned to his former position and bent down again.

Yang Qiao couldn’t see what he was doing, and after a long wait, a cool sensation came from below, so comfortable that she gasped. It was then that she realized Xiao Anze was applying medicine to her.