"You are a thousand times better than drugs, both harmful and addictive. My love is fiery and dangerous, yet I cannot stop." — Luo Yao
Lin Ran has been reborn.
He is reborn at the moment when he confesses his feelings to Liu Ruxue, but Lin Ran feels no joy.
Because he knows that Luo Yao will appear soon, and this time, she will capture him and lock him in bed.
Thinking of this, Lin Ran trembles all over.
He needs to save himself. Being reborn once, he only wants to love Luo Yao willingly, not under compulsion.
Liu Ruxue is still blushing with anticipation, waiting for Lin Ran's confession: "Lin Ran gege! What do you want to say to me?"
She naturally knows that Lin Ran is going to confess to her, and this time, she plans to accept him and carry out Lin Jian's scheme.
"Lin Ran gege! Are you unwell?" Seeing the sweat on Lin Ran's forehead, Liu Ruxue is puzzled.
A screeching brake sound disrupts the idyllic atmosphere, and a luxury car appears behind Lin Ran.
He knows, she's here.
Lin Ran takes a deep breath, ready to curse at Liu Ruxue in front of Luo Yao and slap her twice, but before he can act, the car door swiftly opens, and Luo Yao, with a cold expression, gets out and delivers a swift backhand strike to Lin Ran.
Before passing out, Lin Ran's mind is filled with three question marks: ???
Liu Ruxue is startled, staring at the stunning woman who suddenly appears.
Luo Yao's beauty is the kind that leaves an indelible impression, so mesmerizing that even comparison feels futile.
In front of Luo Yao, Liu Ruxue, the campus beauty of Capital University, feels as insignificant as a tiny drop in the ocean, filled with self-loathing.
Yet, it is precisely this woman who gives Liu Ruxue a feeling of impending death, making eye contact feels like a daunting challenge.
"Who... are you?"
For some reason, Liu Ruxue feels a chill around her, as if she has been on the brink of death.
Luo Yao dismisses her killing intent, ignoring Liu Ruxue as she carries Lin Ran into the car.
If Liu Ruxue weren't someone Lin Ran cared about, she would be dead by now.
A fleet of luxury cars speeds away, and only then does Liu Ruxue notice the grandeur of the convoy. The woman who just left, Luo Yao, seemed to be surrounded by many bodyguards.
"Did... was Lin Ran kidnapped by that woman?"
Liu Ruxue pulls out her phone, ready to call the police, but pauses.
If Lin Ran dies, his family would automatically inherit all his shares, wouldn't they?
After consideration, Liu Ruxue dials Lin Jian's number.
In the dark room at night.
"Ah Ran, I want to dig out your eyes and make them into a specimen. That way, your eyes will only see me!"
Lin Ran feels a chilling touch moving slowly from his cheek to his eye socket, the cold and familiar voice of the woman sending chills down his spine.
"If I break your legs, you won't be able to escape, will you?"
Abruptly opening his eyes, Lin Ran is met with the familiar stunning face and blood-red pupils.
Luo Yao is literally pinning Lin Ran down, one hand caressing his cheek, the other holding a cold dagger, slowly moving across his chest.
She intends to possess Lin Ran; if that fails, she will consider digging out his heart and placing it in her own body.
This familiar beauty, this familiar aura, this familiar touch, this familiar bed—Lin Ran confirms he is not dreaming.
He is indeed caught again, and his hands and feet are shackled with chains.
A complex array of emotions swirls within Lin Ran, intense pain mingled with relief, a single tear escaping.
Seeing that glimmer in the darkness, Luo Yao pauses.
"Are you afraid, Ah Ran? Why can't you be more obedient?"
Suddenly, Lin Ran spreads his arms, wanting to embrace the woman in front of him.
"Clang! Clang!"
The sound of chains clashing does not stop Lin Ran's movements as he tightly hugs the woman who loves him deeply.
Luo Yao is visibly stunned, then slowly speaks.
"What trick are you trying to pull now, Ah Ran? Don't delude yourself; tonight, you only belong to me!"
Although her words are cold, Lin Ran's hug satisfies her greatly.
It's the first time Lin Ran has taken the initiative to hold her, and the feeling is like a drug, deeply addictive.
Lin Ran nods frantically.
"Mhm! I will always belong to only you!"
Hearing this, Luo Yao frowns slightly.
To think he'd willingly hug me and say such insincere words just to escape?
Didn't he say that being near me only makes him feel disgusted?
Luo Yao smiled wryly to herself, not bothering to expose Lin Ran.
In that case, prove it to me!
Luo Yao closes in.
Lin Ran was just about to say, "Okay! I definitely will..."
A familiar and domineering sensation on his lips cuts off Lin Ran's words; oxygen gradually diminishes. He knows Luo Yao is testing his sincerity.
Reason quickly gives way to desire as a warm, dominant presence invades his mouth, and Lin Ran actively responds to Luo Yao's passionate kiss.
His hand gradually rests on Luo Yao's waist, an action that greatly pleases her.
Luo Yao believes Lin Ran is feigning submission, but she doesn't care.
Even if it's fake, she is willing to sink into it. She is desperate to fully possess her Ah Ran.
Luo Yao's heart is stirred.
Lin Ran responds actively.
Luo Yao is slightly surprised; she didn't expect Lin Ran to be so obedient.
Slightly applying force, blood mingles within Luo Yao's mouth, while Lin Ran endures the pain on his lips without complaint.
A few minutes pass, and Luo Yao finally allows Lin Ran to breathe once more.
"Luo Yao! I want you..."
Luo Yao is taken aback; the dagger in her hand drops with a "clang," her eyes sparkling, doubting whether she's hearing things or having a hallucination.
Lin Ran isn't calling her "demoness" or "devil," as he used to.
He wants her?
"Ah Ran wants me?"
Lin Ran's eyes burn with desire; he is ready to abandon everything to possess the woman before him.
Lin Ran nods: "Give me!"
Both being adults, they understand the implications of this statement.
"Alright!"
Even knowing Lin Ran isn't genuinely submitting, Luo Yao chooses to believe him, only because she desires this moment of truth more.
The two plunge into frenzy.
In the past, Lin Ran considered Luo Yao a psychotic, deviant, obsessive, ruthless demon, causing him to fear her and always seek to escape.
Only now does he truly understand this "demon."
Accompanied by the melody of enchanting music...
— There's no point in keeping a brain, just leave it here.
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