Chapter 257: One More
"Nian Ru——" Zheng Congyuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and having not eaten all day made his head dizzy and vision blurry with just a push; he lost his chance, and Zheng Nianru had already pinned him down.
"Zheng Congyuan, you want to play hide and seek, I’m not interested." The way she advanced and he retreated, the way he played tricks whenever she backed off, creating all these complications—who really couldn’t live without the other? If you have any grit, then be fierce and resolute. Don’t fear any gaze, be reckless, damned be the consequences.
While speaking, Zheng Nianru fiercely bit down on those insincere lips; she didn’t want to hear a single word from them, not one she would like.
Zheng Congyuan, relying on his memory, tried to push Zheng Nianru away and wanted to speak, but she slid in the instant his mouth slightly opened. Zheng Congyuan could only feel a shiver run through his body, as if he was being cleansed in a rainbow, even the air appeared colourful.
The next moment, a piercing pain at his lips made him abruptly open his eyes, and his reason struck him like lightning. Yet, when it came to taking action, he felt so weak and powerless. Zheng Congyuan started regretting not having eaten that day, as those hands took undue advantage and drained the last of his strength.
Zheng Congyuan heavily fell onto the bed, his consciousness fading. He seemed ready to let himself be destroyed, to let his soul descend into depravity, plunging into an abyss from which there was no return.
Zheng Nianru finally stopped; she hadn’t intended anything serious. The taste of blood had already sobered her up. Her previous life’s obsessions, due to youthful impulsiveness, held double the fury and impulsiveness. But now, all Zheng Nianru wanted was for Zheng Congyuan to understand that even so, what could they do?
What else did she want to do?
Zheng Nianru felt so aggrieved she wanted to cry, to pound her fists against Zheng Congyuan’s chest. What could she do? She was also timid, dreading the hopeless peril that lay ahead even more than facing an uprising.