Chapter 1192: Chapter 1192: Didn’t You Feel Even a Little Bit of Pleasure?
"No... not exactly. My dad and I aren’t biologically related, but he said he would still treat me like his daughter..." she stammered.
Pei Yuanchen took a deep breath.
Sure enough, he knew this woman would not find herself abandoned by everyone. No one could bear to treat her like that, unless she asked for it herself.
She really has him figured out!
Even though she knew what consequences she would face, she still chose to do it, even if it meant being bullied and ostracized.
But, even if he knew from the beginning that she was forcing him to show himself, he still couldn’t bear to watch this woman keep hurting herself.
Thinking of this, Pei Yuanchen felt greatly conflicted. There was anger, there was annoyance, but mostly there was heartache.
Seeing that he hadn’t spoken for a while, Ziyi quietly looked up to observe his expression.
Seeing his face still expressionless, she felt guilty and scared, and hugged his waist, saying, "Uncle Xiaobao, please don’t be angry... at worst, at worst you can just hit me..."
Hearing that word, the fire in Pei Yuanchen’s heart was replaced by another kind of fire.
His gaze darkened: "What did you just say?"
"Well... that..." she said, blushing.
"Hit?" he repeated the word and suddenly laughed.
This description was quite apt; as he recollected, his body tensed up again.
But before that, she needed to understand some things.
"He Ziyi, you’re not allowed to hurt yourself in the future." He pinched her cheek, warning in his demeanor, "Expecting others to feel sorry for you when you make yourself miserable is a very foolish approach!"
She smiled mischievously: "But you do feel sorry for me..."
Pei Yuanchen’s eyes darkened as he lifted her by the waist: "Yes, I not only feel sorry for you, but I will treat you well."
Ziyi realized she might be in danger and widened her eyes, looking pitiful: "Uncle Xiaobao."
The man glanced at her without responding.
He carried her back to the living room, looked around, and finally placed her on the table.
Ziyi wasn’t wearing anything below, and after he put her on the table, she yelped, "It’s so cold!"
Pei Yuanchen lifted her, placing his hand underneath to cushion her, and then squeezed between her legs, tightly pressing against her body: "How about now?"
"Not cold anymore, but it’s so strange..." she said, shifting uneasily.
"Don’t move." He said in a hoarse voice, lowering his head to peck at her lips.
Once wasn’t enough; he pecked a second, a third time...
The fire in his heart grew fiercer.
"Uncle Xiaobao, are we really doing this..." she bit her lip.
"Does it really hurt?" His gaze darkened.
She nodded vigorously.
"Why didn’t you say so?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of reproach.
This foolish woman, no matter how scared she was, she didn’t call out, afraid he would stop.
"Later, I asked you to stop, but you ignored me..." she said, feeling wronged.
Pei Yuanchen knit his brows.
...There might indeed have been such an instance, but at that time, how could he have stopped?
Especially when he had yearned for her for so long, wanting her in every conceivable way.
"Wasn’t there even a little bit of pleasure?" he asked hoarsely, his tone laced with a bit of regret and disbelief.
Ziyi thought for a moment and said in a small voice, "There was a little bit of pleasure... but it was too painful."
The pain was so overwhelming that she couldn’t enjoy the slight pleasure.
