234: You are not allowed to leave me.

You are not allowed to leave me.

She was dumbstruck. She did not know where to put her hands, which had nervously curled into fists, but eventually settled them on his chest.1

This man had always placed himself above the rest like a roguish and tyrannical ruler whom no one could reject.

Thus, his sudden and unexpected gentleness caught her off guard. She did not know how to respond.

On one hand, he was cruel and tyrannical.

On the other hand, he could be gentle and caring with how he made her the apple of his eye.

Which one was the real him?

She could no longer tell.

He immersed himself wholeheartedly, and she, too, was mired in this tenderness.

Gradually, she learned to respond to him.

After the kiss, as their faces slowly drew apart, energy seemed to drain from her four limbs, and her body, which had gone soft and floppy, collapsed on him. He glanced down at her and, from that angle, saw her looking so riveting with her silky, peach-blossom eyes, rosy cheeks, and pure, ethereal beauty. He was intoxicated, especially by her breathtakingly beautiful eyes.

No man, including him, could resist a woman with eyes like her.

He held her nape and muttered, "You are not allowed to leave me."

"Er?"

"Don't leave me."

His tone was soft and low; it was impossible to hear his mumbling unless she listened carefully.

She furrowed her brows and was about to speak, but he beat her to the punch.

"You are not allowed to reject."

"…"

The tyrannical Mu Yazhe was back.

It was as if the gentle and loving man she had just encountered was a figment of her imagination!

Before she could respond, he got up, put on a bathrobe, and moved to walk out.

She was momentarily stunned by his actions but eventually felt relieved and proceeded to recline in the bathtub with a leisure sigh.

This was when she realized that the bathroom was twice the size of her bedroom! Leisurely lounging in the spacious bath pool, she almost wished she did not have to get up again.

The thought of her bedroom reminded her of home, and she quickly got up to leave!

Her legs gave way as she stepped out of the bathtub, almost causing her to tumble on the floor.

He turned to look at her and mockingly asked, "Can't you even stand properly?"

She bit her lower lip, thinking to herself, I'm almost wasted by your strong vitality. I am in this pathetic state now thanks to you.

She grumbled under her breath as she struggled to get out of the bathtub despite her body aches and lethargy.

She could not possibly say these words aloud and had to settle with throwing him a dark look before slowly making her way out of the shower room.

He watched her thin frame from the back and felt a pain in his heart.

This woman was too thin. When he laid her earlier, he always had to exercise care in case he accidentally fractured her bones!

It was not good for a woman to be too thin! It was more comfortable holding a woman who was fleshier.

Still, despite her thin body, owing to her past breastfeeding, she had the right curves.

She, unfortunately, could not tell what the man was thinking and only felt uncomfortable with his scrutiny.

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