014 - A Sense of Powerlessness

“Enough already, you brute—” Xia Yuwei gasped beneath Lu Yichen’s teasing once again, her gentle tone tinged with helplessness.

This wild, forceful man drove into her over and over, relentless in his pursuit. She had lost count of how many times he had thrown himself upon her; she felt like a fish, flipped and tossed endlessly at his mercy.

She no longer had the strength to bear him, yet he seemed inexhaustible, like a young beast in heat, greedily seeking her body without restraint.

Perhaps, she thought, she really was getting old—just as he called her, an “old woman” unable to withstand his overwhelming passion. Maybe he had his reasons for not choosing her back then.

The thought left a faint, inescapable sense of powerlessness in her heart.

“No. It’s not enough. I still want more…” Lu Yichen grinned at her mischievously, his expression bright and disarmingly innocent, like a child begging for candy, though his hands continued their wicked exploration of her sensitive places, making her tremble and gasp. His smile grew even more radiant and guileless.

“Bastard!…” She raised her hand, wanting to wipe the wicked grin off his face.

He seized her hand and, taking advantage, pressed her wrists above her head, pulling her even closer to him.

“Lu Yichen… to think… you… the dignified heir of a global corporation… how could you do such things to a defenseless woman like me…” Xia Yuwei’s voice quivered.

Eight years without a man, and now this devastatingly handsome one—she couldn’t deny her own longing or desire. But if he kept going without end, she truly feared she would fall apart…

“You’re the one who said you wanted to repay me with your body! Besides, I’m helping you regain your memories!” Lu Yichen blinked at her, eyes wide and innocent.

Looking at him—so much like a child—Xia Yuwei could only collapse weakly onto the bed, indulging him as if he were someone she cherished, letting him have his way, no matter how insatiable…

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After their passion had ebbed, Xia Yuwei gazed at the man sleeping soundly beside her, his arms locked tightly around her.

His eyelashes were long, his nose gracefully straight, his features so exquisitely carved they seemed the handiwork of the gods. He looked impossibly young, not a single wrinkle to mar his face.

Even now, after hours of exhausting her, he appeared so full of vitality.

This was the prime of a man’s life.

What was she to him? If she were foolish enough, she might believe he loved her.

But what man who loved a woman would disappear without a word when she needed him most—and stay gone for eight years?

What man who loved a woman would walk hand in hand with an eighteen-year-old fiancée into a luxurious restaurant?

Xia Yuwei gently pried his long arm from her waist and rose.

She gathered her scattered clothes from the floor one by one, dusting them off out of habit—though in the spotless home of such a fastidious man, there was hardly any dust at all.

She dressed with care, raised her head, slipped her three-inch heels in hand, her skirt swaying as she walked away—never once looking back.

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