"Get off me!"
I violently pushed him away, my cheeks flaming hot in embarrassment. What did he mean by who hurt me?
Yichen pulled me into a hug this time. "I am sorry for not being here when you needed me the most. I promise this time, I will make sure no one even lays a finger on you." He promised, his tone thick with regret.
But I stayed quiet in his arms, sniffling. "But you are the one who hurt me the most." my voice cracked, muffled as his hold on me tightened.
Despite the fact that I couldn't breathe, I stayed quiet in his arms. To the point I drifted off to sleep, in some part of me, I craved the comfort of his arms, and in some part, I hated the fact that I was so vulnerable to his charms.
But I would never admit that I was happy he was the one I slept with that night.
Morning came sooner than ever, and I woke up with a pounding migraine. I was relieved the curtains were tightly closed to block the sunlight.
I groggily blinked as everything that happened last night began to process itself slowly. I had confessed my hatred to Yichen. Almost rambled my entire past life's tragedy to him.
My cheeks flushed, and I felt like opening the ground and burying myself deep into it. I sat upright, causing my head to throb in pain that I groaned.
How am I going to face him now?
I massaged the space in between my brow, then widened my eyes at a sudden thought. Why was worried? He should be disgusted and go back to his old ways.
That way I won't be feeling so anxious.
It doesn't mean my plans have gone astray, once I have built stable income, and gotten my revenge, I would ask for a divorce and disappear from his life.
So all of these were all just a fleeting moment.
"You are awake." A low thick voice drifted into my ears, and I raised my head, instantly blinded by the most beautiful sight.
Yichen stood right at the door, wearing only joggers and a tight singlet. His muscles strained deliciously against the fabric. And what's more, he held a tray with bacon, eggs, and fruit punch.
I gulped, my stomach growling. Am I dreaming?
I slapped my cheek, but once I opened my eyes again, he was placing the tray on the empty side of the bed, carefully.
"Come here, I made breakfast." He announced, and I blinked back to reality.
"You didn't have to." I replied coldly, a frown on my face.
"You are my wife." He declared.
I stiffened, rolling my eyes, my hands crossed. "So now you do realize that I am your wife. But we were married on paper, it was not a serious marriage from the very beginning, we—"
"We have slept together," he bit back, and I clamped my mouth shut, a nervous laugh peeling off my lips the next second.
Was he being serious right now?
I sighed heavily, "Don't tell me you are actually thinking that was real."
He reached my side soon enough, a hand pressed against my cheek he stared into my eyes. "I told you to take responsibility, Mo Yi. Do you remember?"
My mind blanked out. He was referring to the night, where he said 'You were the one who started this,' and 'Take responsibility.'
Those two sentences and I gasped.
"Are you a child?" The insult slipped out. I bit down on my lips hard.
Thick clouds gathered on his forehead, his eyes darkening with sudden anger. He grabbed me by the jaw, pulling me up just enough to meet his height. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed me by the waist.
The next second his lips crushed mine, Despite biting his lower lip in protest, he continued to devour my mouth as if I was a flavor he had just discovered was sweet.
Like a beast thirsty for a drop of water.
Once he was done, he let me go, and I was gasping for her. Tears cloud my vision. I desperately wanted to slap him for taking advantage of me, but I clenched my fist and held back.
He was a hooligan, a delicious looking one at that.
"I have no intentions of letting you go, Mo Yi. If you sleep with me, you take responsibility," he declared, his gaze never leaving my lips.
A large pout painted my lips and I felt wrong, and yet so right at the same time.
Was I so hungry for a relationship that my body willingly accepted whatever he does to me? Or because deep within my heart I craved the attention he was giving me.
But! I will not fall for his charms.
Through gritted teeth, I finally said. "Do whatever you want." As long as you are not stopping me from accomplishing my goals.
"Tsk." He groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. "Eat your food, Mo Yi, we have a lot to talk about." He commanded.
I obeyed, "Thank you for the food." I mumbled. Quietly, I ate the food despite his prickling gaze.
Once I was done, he cleared the table, ignoring my demands to take care of it myself. With the napkin, he leaned in and cleaned the stains on my lips. His soft gesture made my heart race, making me conscious of the little space we had between us.
I closed my eyes until he was done, the scent of him slowly driving me insane.
"Breathe, Mo Yi. I am not a monster." He said, a laugh on his tongue.
Once the door clicked shut right behind him, I raced into the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, before hurrying downstairs.
A little bit curious about what we were going to talk about.
But I froze in place half way down. The living room was packed. I couldn't even see where the couch was. It was piled high with expensive boxes, large furniture, and racks of clothing.
Yichen poked his head out of the kitchen, a sheepish, almost hesitant expression on his face.
He chuckled. "You have a lot of work to do. These are just small things I got for you while I was away."
Small? How could you consider this as small? I staggered, gripping the railings while my lips remained open from the shock.
"I hope you will stop being angry with me, Little Yi."