novelraw Chapter 1079 - 1075: His Plaything (Part 4)
Chapter 1079 - 1075: His Plaything (Part 4)
A sudden realization.He tugged at the corner of his mouth and walked forward.
"Sir, your drink."
Chi Cheng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and took it, "Thank you."
Then he walked back to the car as if nothing had happened.
Bang—
The car door closed.
An Ran couldn’t help but shiver.
She lowered her head, inserted a straw into the milk tea, and was about to drink.
Who knew Chi Cheng would wave his hand and snatch the milk tea away.
An Ran: "What are you doing?"
Chi Cheng didn’t speak, placed the milk tea on his side, and drove into the villa area.
An Ran felt a bit annoyed, but her phone vibrated.
It was a WeChat message from the guy she met earlier.
An Ran replied, and the Porsche came to a stop.
"Chatting with another guy right in front of me?" Chi Cheng glanced at her, not angry but smiling, "Having a good time?"
An Ran: "Give me back my milk tea."
Chi Cheng unbuckled his seatbelt, adjusted the seat back, then pulled An Ran into his arms, picked up the matcha milk foam he had bought, and brought it directly to An Ran’s lips, "Your favorite matcha milk foam, drink it."
An Ran turned her head away, "Take it away, I don’t want it. I want my milk tea."
Chi Cheng also set the milk foam aside, lifted An Ran’s chin, his smile unfading, "Didn’t you say not to make me angry? Why not listen?"
An Ran bit her lip, "I just don’t want to drink what you bought."
"So you’re drinking what someone else bought for you?" Chi Cheng brushed An Ran’s hair away from her temple, showing no sign of anger, but there was something intimidating about his presence, "What should I do? I really dislike my Ranran drinking what others provide, and I dislike her smiling at other men even more."
This man, whether it’s his emotions or feelings, hides them very deeply.
An Ran couldn’t understand him.
Neither could she distinguish which of his words were true and which were false.
An Ran looked away, "I’m not yours."
"Is that so?" Chi Cheng always had the graceful demeanor of a noble young man, but his hand slowly slid down her chin, "Do you know what happens if you’re not obedient?"
An Ran shivered, hastily trying to escape from him, "What do you intend to do?"
But Chi Cheng held An Ran’s waist firmly, his handsome face close to hers, "The consequence of not being obedient is making you listen by all means."
"Ah—Chi Cheng, you’re crazy, not here... let me go!"
Chi Cheng’s hands roamed over her body.
Just his touch made her body go limp.
"Let you go? Your body seems to say otherwise."
"You... you mustn’t... you mustn’t! I hate you!"
"Hate me?" Chi Cheng’s eyes were enigmatic, "Then hate me even more."
With that, he thrust forward.
The sensation of being filled all of a sudden made An Ran’s scalp tingle, and her body seemed to move entirely on instinct.
Chi Cheng held her face with both hands, admiring her expression that was a mix of pain and pleasure.
His voice was slightly hoarse, "Does it feel good?"
An Ran tried to suppress her voice, but it still leaked out of her throat, "Um... mhm..."
She lifted her eyes, filled with mist, and looked at Chi Cheng.
Suddenly realized—
He never kissed her from start to finish.
Suddenly realized—
His eyes seemed filled only with desire, not emotion.
That’s right, I’m just his object of revenge.
I’m like his toy.
For him to toy with at will.
And this man, he relishes in this sense of control.