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She looked as if her eyes had turned into peach pits from crying, completely limp and devoid of spirit. Without giving her any time to breathe, he pounced on her again.
There was no pity in his actions; it was purely an outlet for his frustration, until she was in so much pain that she convulsed, crying and begging him.
That night, she fully understood how brutal, fierce, and cold-hearted Rafas was, as described by others.
Finally, when dawn broke, he was still like a fire dragon. She had no idea how many times it had repeated throughout the night; her body bore countless bruises from the brutal treatment she had endured.
He almost seemed unsatisfied as he pressed down on her once more. Both of them were drenched in sweat from this prolonged struggle. Rafas finally tossed her onto the large bed and swaggered toward the bathroom.
Yan Wushuang slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the canopy above the bed. It seemed she had not fully awakened from the nightmare of the previous night; her vacant gaze revealed nothing of her thoughts.
As time passed slowly, her pupils suddenly dilated. She propped herself up like a ragged cloth and pulled over a sheet from the bed. Her sharp eyes spotted a pair of scissors quietly placed on the table not far away. Dragging the sheet to the table, she picked up the scissors and began to cut. Soon, what was once a complete sheet transformed into clothing for her.
Ancient clothing was layered to wrap around the body. With something to cover herself, she began searching the room again, muttering to herself, "I clearly hid it in my clothes; where could it have gone? Where is it...?"
It seemed she had forgotten about the pain from being crushed by a vehicle and anxiously searched for her belongings in this strange room. She still had not figured out where she was; her mind remained in chaos, unable to find direction.
Rafas leaned back in the comfortable massage bathtub. It seemed he hadn't been so wild in a long time. What kind of perfume did that woman use? Every time he caught a whiff of her scent, he would immediately react.
Glancing at his reflection in the glass mirror above the sink, he saw the scar on his right cheek, sharp as if carved by a knife—still clearly visible. Every time he saw those scars, anger surged within him uncontrollably. His large hand clenched into a fist, veins bulging like an angry little snake growing stronger with its owner's fury.
His expression grew darker as he seemed to sink deeper into memories of the past. After delivering a heavy blow to the edge of the bathtub with his pale fist, his pent-up anger finally found an outlet. The cage of memories locked deeper into his heart once again. He stood up in the bathtub, revealing a well-built male physique in front of the glass mirror. Behind him were faint traces of scars; raising his head, his originally charmingly handsome face became somewhat terrifying due to the deep scar on his right cheek that exposed bone beneath.
Yan Wushuang lay on the luxurious soft carpet, searching for something. She lifted a piece of torn and tattered fabric, a faint smile appearing on her lips. With slightly moist eyes, she picked up the jade pendant from the carpet and tightly held it in her palm, protecting it against her chest.
Rafas emerged from the bathroom and happened to see her in this state. He stepped closer to her, standing behind her like a demon, watching her intently. "Woman, what are you doing? What are you hiding in your hand?"
Hearing that familiar yet strange cold voice behind her, Kexining shivered internally and gripped the jade pendant even tighter. Slowly, she stood up to face him. The effects of the drug had completely worn off, and although her body ached terribly, she still managed to stand firm before him and said, "Scoundrel, who do you think you are to disrespect me like this?"
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