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"What do you want me to explain?" Mukai Saki slightly raised her head, gazing at Mukai Hisashi.
In her eyes, Hisashi had always been like this—elegant yet domineering, noble yet proud. In front of her, he was sometimes overbearing and sometimes gentle. It was this very nature of his that made her deeply infatuated with him. Even when she watched him flirt with other women or saw him in bed with them, she still stubbornly planted her heart with him, nurturing it for a long, long time...
She allowed herself to indulge, climbing onto his bed, using her tender body to entice him, letting him possess her, and then inevitably becoming his bedmate. She knew that the women around Mukai Hisashi had an expiration date; a woman could only be cherished by him for a month at most. Yet she felt she should be content; she could make him obsessed with her body—not just for a month, but for a year, or even many years...
Women are selfish, and so was she. At first, she had been magnanimous, telling herself that she didn't care about the other women around Hisashi. But as time passed, she realized that she wasn't as generous as she had imagined. She was merely enduring the heartache. After enduring for so long, she thought she would become numb, but the intense feelings never faded. How could the heartache heal?
It was all her fault for being so foolish back then. If only she could have treated him as her guardian without those unnecessary feelings, there wouldn't be such unbearable suffering now!
"What were you doing with that man? Have you forgotten your identity? Do you need me to remind you?" Mukai Hisashi leaned in, lifting Saki's chin with his hand, forcing her to look up at him. His palm caressed her soft skin; he wanted to be harsh with her to make her remember that she was his woman. Any other man who dared to covet her would be courting death!
"Hmph, identity?" Saki scoffed. Unable to escape his grip on her chin, she could only glare at him with eyes full of sorrow and resentment. "I really don't know what my identity is. You can remind me so I can remember clearly!"
"Mukai Saki, are you challenging my limits?"
"Dad, you think too highly of me. I never knew where your limits were and have no curiosity to challenge them!"
"Saki!" Mukai Hisashi took a deep breath and softened his tone slightly. "I don't want to treat you this way, but you are my woman. You must remember that besides me, you cannot show that expression to any other man."
"Am I your woman? Then what about you? Whose man are you?" Hearing Hisashi's words made Saki feel a wave of sadness. It was her choice from the beginning—to walk this path as both his daughter and his bedmate—naively believing that one day he would tell her she was his only one and he was hers. But today it seemed that everything was just an illusion; he would never change his selfish thoughts. And apart from living forever in the beautiful dream she had set for herself, there was no way out of this predicament!
"What do you mean?"
"I mean it's very simple. This is not what I want, it has never been this way. If you don't understand, just let me go, let me go! I don't want to play anymore, I regret it..." Xuan's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and the tears came rushing down quickly and fiercely. She didn't even have time to wipe them away before they started to fall.
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