Chapter 47
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Some people say that a woman's first time is the most painful. It was indeed painful, but Qiao Anhao felt that the pain this time was far more unbearable than the first time. Maybe it was because the alcohol from the first time had numbed her pain receptors, or maybe it was because she loved him. That night, his actions were gentle, so even if he made her feel pain, the pain was sweet.
But now, Qiao Anhao felt so much pain that she wanted to die.
There was no beauty, no throbbing, just endless torture.
Yes, torture.
Qiao Anhao felt as though he was punishing her, but also as though he was venting some sort of annoyance in his heart. Every movement was emotionless, as though he was using all his strength. He was trying his best to hurt her, to hurt her to death. And she was really in pain. Not only did her body hurt, but her heart hurt even more.
Qiao Anhao suddenly regretted coming to deliver the script to him personally. She should have asked Zhao Meng to come, or when she heard the waiter say that he was in a bad mood, she should have turned and left. She shouldn't have thrown herself at him. She clearly knew that he didn't like her, and clearly knew that he hated her, but she still sent herself to his doorstep, to be his venting object.
Or perhaps, when he was sober and doing it with her, he was like this to begin with. The reason why she felt so good the first two times was because he was drunk the first time and dazed from the fever the other time.
How could she forget that he had once said to her: Qiao Anhao, you want to play with me? Fine, I'll play you to death!
So, when he was sober, how could he be gentle to her?
At that thought, Qiao Anhao couldn't help but tear up.
After a long while, everything finally quietened down.
Qiao Anhao slumped weakly on the bathroom floor, her body trembling from the pain.
Lu Jinnian stared at Qiao Anhao, who had her eyes shut and was in a sorry state. He gulped and quickly turned his head away. As he moved, a layer of sadness and pain crept into his eyes, but it was only for a moment before he regained his calmness. He still had that emotionless and cold look that kept people a thousand miles away.
He stood up, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around himself. Then, he turned off the running shower faucet, turned around, and walked out of the bathroom.
Without the sound of running water, the bathroom was terrifyingly quiet. The bathroom door wasn't closed, so Qiao Anhao lay on the cold floor. She could faintly hear the rustling sounds of clothes being put on, and soon, she fell into a deep sleep.
Lu Jinnian dressed neatly, grabbed his wallet, phone, and car keys, and prepared to leave. When he passed by the bathroom door, his footsteps slightly paused, as though he wanted to glance into the bathroom, but in the end, he didn't. With an icy expression, he strode off.
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