Chapter 20: Like Being Beaten Up

It had been too long since he had touched a woman. He wasn’t immune to impulses, but the fiery desire he felt now was unlike anything he had experienced before.

He wasn’t one to deny himself, so he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Hu Yao had been increasingly nervous ever since he started staring at her. When she suddenly collided with his hard body, she hadn’t even had time to cry out before he lowered his head and bit her lip.

It wasn’t gentle at all, more like a dog bite. The hand that was clamped around her waist was tight, making her feel pain in her back and difficulty breathing. Tears welled up in her eyes.

She instinctively raised her pale arm to push him away, but her strength was no match for him.

He wasn’t kissing her, he was just biting. Hu Yao felt her lips go numb from his bite, and there was a stinging pain.

He must have bitten her until she bled!

Hu Yao frantically raised her hand and patted him again.

Jiang Han，his breath rough, bit her slender, white neck again. He held her struggling hand, his eyes clearly filled with unmasked lust.

His vile thoughts kept bubbling up, and he raised her soft hand to his face.

“Ah!!”

Hu Yao was terrified and let out a short, sharp cry. She desperately tried to pull her hand back, her face flushing red as she struggled uncontrollably.

The next second, she was thrown onto the bed by Jiang Han.

“What are you yelling for? It’s not like you haven’t done this before. What’s wrong with a little touch?” Jiang Han glanced at her, quickly removed his shirt, revealing his muscular, well-built torso, and walked towards her.

The bulge beneath his pants was obviously exaggerated.

His oppressive presence drew near, radiating danger.

Hu Yao’s head was shaking like a wave. He held her arms, and beneath her was the hard, cool bed with a straw mat.

She was scared and nervous, enveloped in a wave of heat. His breath, hot and humid, sprayed against her, offering no relief from the heat.

Seeing her shaking her head so violently, Jiang Han reached out and clamped her delicate chin, his deep eyes scanning her without any restraint.

His gaze seemed to burn where it landed, making her goosebumps rise.

“Haven’t done this before? Did you spring out of a rock, Jiang Fuchao？”

His voice was hoarse, and he had no patience left. He directly reached out to lift her clothes.

He was desperate.

Her slender, smooth waist was exposed, and his eyes darkened even further.

Hu Yao was both ashamed and afraid, not just because of his vulgar words, but also because of his unrestrained and rough actions.

He was so eager and brutal, completely lacking any gentleness. Hu Yao’s psychological defenses, which had been built for so long, crumbled easily.

She was exposed, her shyness unprepared.

The next moment, her delicate, originally rosy face turned pale.

“Jiang Han…” She couldn’t help but whimper, her eyes filled with tears, and the thin sweat on her temples wet her hair.

It hurt so much, and it tore at her memory, bringing back fragmented, ambiguous scenes of similar situations. She, still so young, seemed to cry even more pitifully.

The night was dark and heavy, her soft cries faintly intertwined with the unmistakable sounds of his pleasure.

…

Hu Yao couldn’t handle him at all. Their bodies were simply mismatched.

He was happy and satisfied, but he didn’t spare her. Hu Yao was utterly broken.

He had bullied her inside and out, leaving her completely vulnerable. At this point, Jiang Han had a little more patience, and there was a rare hint of gentleness in his gaze.

He generously brought his hand close to her lips and patiently coaxed her with a few words: “What are you crying for? Bite me.”

On the back of his hand, there was already a clear bite mark, the small teeth marks neat and tidy.

Hu Yao’s eyes were red and swollen from crying. She slowly sat up, gently shook her head, and turned her head away, quietly picking up her clothes to put on.

She was silent and quiet, her tears falling in a string, sparkling under the candlelight.

Jiang Han’s thin lips tightened. The joy of his recent indulgence dissipated in an instant. Her appearance, more than her shouting at him, made him feel uncomfortable.

He frowned, turned her around, pulled the clothes from her hand, and pressed her down again.

Hu Yao couldn’t help but cry out in surprise, her soft voice hoarse with crying: “No more!”

She trembled, hugging him, burying her face in his chest, as if begging for mercy, her technique clumsy.

Jiang Han didn’t move. He looked down at her in his arms, then softened his expression slightly, picking up the clothes she hadn’t put on and throwing them back to her.

“You’re so delicate!” He roughly wiped her tears with his big hand, covering almost her entire face.

“Go to sleep.” Jiang Han said in a low, irritated voice, pulling her out of his arms and throwing her onto her pillow.

Hu Yao sucked in the moisture in her nose, glanced at him, dared not say more, and quickly closed her eyes, which were stinging from crying.

Her whole body ached, feeling worse than a head bump. But she was tired, and she fell asleep soon after.

It was already late at night. Hu Yao slept soundly, unable to wake up in the morning.

The room was filled with a thick, ambiguous scent. Even with the window open, it took a long time to dissipate.

Jiang Han felt a little more pity for her this morning, letting her sleep. She slept until the sun was high in the sky, and he didn’t call her.

He went to town and took Jiang Xiaochao with him.

The father and son didn’t return until almost noon, bringing back a stir-fry and rice for Hu Yao.

“Yaoyao，Dad and I are back!”

Jiang Xiaochao was very happy to go to town. He pestered Jiang Han to buy a lot of things, not only bringing food for Hu Yao, but also many things he and Hu Yao liked to eat and play with. He started calling out from afar, even before they reached their doorstep.

He noticed that his father was unusually easy to talk to today, and he was also more generous than usual.

He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but whenever he wanted something, as long as Hu Yao was around, Jiang Han agreed without any hesitation, no need for him to beg!

Hu Yao only woke up when she heard his voice.

Her eyes were very sore, and the pain in her body, which had been quiet all night, returned.

Jiang Xiaochao was calling her. Hu Yao raised her hand to smooth her hair, wincing again.

Though she exaggerated, her hands really did ache. He had no idea how strong he was, and with his natural strength, he had squeezed her arm until it was sore.

Not to mention other places.

He had put everything inside her, so much and so uncomfortably. Last night, she hadn’t had time to clean up.

Hu Yao’s face flushed red, her moist eyes instantly tinged with a touch of helpless shame.

She hurriedly cleaned up, pushed open the door, and answered the cheerful voice of Jiang Xiaochao.

Jiang Xiaochao ran towards her, and Hu Yao wanted to catch him, but she was weak all over. Not only did she fail to catch him, she almost got knocked over.

“Yaoyao!” Jiang Xiaochao was startled. He hugged her leg and leaned back, using the momentum to stabilize her.

“Yaoyao, did you fall?” Hu Yao stood steady, and Jiang Xiaochao also noticed the purple marks on her arm. He blew on it with a warm heart.

He pouted his little mouth and blew gently.

Hu Yao curved her eyes: “Thank you, Chaochao.”

The mother and son huddled together, chattering incessantly. Jiang Han glanced at them twice. Seeing her struggling to stand, he furrowed his brows. Was she really that weak? She was half-dead after just sleeping with him. Her body wasn’t strong at all.

But she looked like she had really been beaten up. Even a light touch left marks, and they looked shocking. He hadn’t even used much force.