Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“Woman, my time is precious; and I don’t want to waste it. If you are unwilling, it’s better that you leave. I don’t like to bed an unwilling woman. There won’t be any trouble with mutual consent. For me, I hate trouble.”

Lu Jinrong stood up straight and looked at Xia Ruoxin’s hand which was on the buttons of her clothes. If this continued, would it be done in an hour?

Xia Ruoxin’s eyelashes quivered. The movement from her eyes brought on tears.

The expression on her face was one of unspeakable despair. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to her collar and began to undo the buttons one at a time. At the last button, she clutched at the front of her clothes abruptly.

Lu Jinrong could tell from the frequent shaking of her shoulders that she had started crying. Her cries were silent. She was obviously unwilling to do it. Why was she forcing herself?

Lu Jinrong walked closer and put his hand on her shoulder. He could easily feel her sudden shudder. Then he removed his hand, pointed at her shoulder with his finger, and pushed gently. Xia Ruoxin was pushed onto the huge bed by him. Just like that.

What could happen between a man and a woman? It was naturally common knowledge that everyone knew.

Xia Ruoxin was still clutching the front of her clothes. She cowered in bitterness as she felt the other side of the bed sink. Her eyes were closed, but they had been overcome by despair.

The breath of an unfamiliar man grew closer. She turned her face away, and the motion caused the crystal-like tears to fall on her hair.

Lu Jinrong smiled as he looked down at the woman, who acted as if she had received the death sentence to go to war. Was it that bad to be intimate with him?

He touched her face with his fingers. However, Xia Ruoxin turned her head away, avoiding his fingers. She could not accept another man, besides Chu Lui. It would make her feel disgusted and painful.

However, she had no choice. It must be done.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jinrong turned his body and leaned right next to her. He played with her like he would a cat. As though he was admiring her anxiety, the silent protest, and her silent despair.

Xia Ruoxin clutched at the front of her clothes again. She felt the unfamiliar scent of the man, and then she was pinned down on the bed. Her eyebrows were so tightly knitted together there was no way they could have gotten any tighter.

She opened her eyes slowly; her eyelashes soaked with tears. As she stared unintentionally at the white ceiling, she noticed the beauty in the lighting.

Suddenly, she stopped struggling. Like a doll that had lost its soul, her blank eyes remained open as her mouth curled into a bitter smile. She thought of it as if she was being eaten like a pig.

Lu Jinrong sat up abruptly, reached out, and rested his hand on his forehead. The initial calmness settled in his blue eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him who appeared to be dead. He could not help but laugh out loud. Then, his fingers moved to her chest and began to button the buttons one by one.

Xia Ruoxin turned her pale face around. The tears had dried, but it left visible stains on her face.

“Don’t worry. I won’t touch you. I told you. This needs mutual consent; otherwise, it won’t be fun. Besides, I have no lack of women. There is no need to force.”

Xia Ruoxin sat up and shook her head.

“It’s not that I’m unwilling. I’m just nervous.” As soon as he said he would let her go, she began to relax. However, relief was soon replaced by an unspeakable fear and terror.