Chapter 1102: Chapter 1107: Continuing on One Side, One Side 13

“…”

Beiming Han remained silent, tearing her clothes to shreds without a word.

Gu Qingxin, “…”

She was taken by surprise, and Beiming Han wasted no time seizing the opportunity. Unzipping her clothes, he claimed her. Gu Qingxin’s struggling grew weaker and weaker until she simply let him have his way.

Only when Gu Qingxin ceased resisting did Beiming Han shed his own clothes, all the while kissing her and continuing his actions.

His force was powerful. Gu Qingxin clenched the sheets beneath her in discomfort. Beiming Han was intent on eliminating the scent of any other man from her body.

His eyes reddened as an image of Gu Qingxin in another man’s embrace filled his mind. This thought drove him mad!

His heart ached terribly. How could he eradicate all traces of that man from her? He needed to cleanse her of that man’s presence. Then she would truly be his. His alone!

Gu Qingxin couldn’t bear it any longer. She felt as if she might die under his relentless pursuit. She repeatedly pleaded for mercy, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Beiming Han felt her pain and lowered his head to kiss her, marking every inch of her skin as his own…

However, the pain below made Gu Qingxin feel like time was cruelly dragging on, and she yearned for him to be done.

Beiming Han couldn’t control himself. He feverishly possessed her, kissed her, bit her…

She was his!

But how could he get rid of the scent left by that other man?

Despite his relentless thrusts, he felt it wasn’t enough, nowhere near enough.

Only when she fainted from exhaustion and he too was spent, did he stop.

Beiming Han held her tight in his arms, as if wishing to knead her into his very flesh.

…

When Gu Qingxin woke up, every inch of her body hurt. Just moving was an ordeal. She lifted the covers to see her body, or what was left of it, a horrific patchwork of deep purples.

She laid there, blankly staring at the ceiling, wishing someone would tell her what on earth had happened.

Why did Beiming Han change so suddenly?

Or had he always been this unpredictable?

Perhaps she simply didn’t know him well enough.

After resting for a while, Gu Qingxin struggled into a nightgown. Given how she looked right now, bathing in medicinal herbs was the only option if she wanted these marks to fade within a month.

As she stepped out of her room, she saw Aunt Zhou waiting at the door, who asked, “How are you, Miss?”

“I’m okay, Aunt Zhou. I’m hungry, could you please bring some food to the medicinal bath later?”

“Sure.” Aunt Zhou promptly agreed.

It took all of Gu Qingxin’s strength just to make it to the elevator. Her walk was awkward and painful, much like a duck’s waddle.

Upon entering the medicinal bath, she finally felt some relief.

She closed her eyes and basked in the soothing embrace of the warm water, but her heart was still aching. A pain so profound it almost felt broken.

Aunt Zhou quickly brought food up. It was already prepared and was kept warm in the pot, just in case she woke up hungry.

After putting the food aside, Aunt Zhou asked, “Would you like me to help?”

“I’m fine, thank you, Aunt Zhou,” Gu Qingxin responded with her eyes open.

Seeing that she seemed okay, Aunt Zhou left. Gu Qingxin picked up the bowl of congee and started eating.

No matter what happened, she needed to take care of herself. After all, she wasn’t only responsible for herself but also for her mother.

After finishing the bowl of congee, Gu Qingxin didn’t feel like eating anything else. She placed the bowl back where it was and closed her eyes to rest.

…

When Beiming Han returned to his office, the food on his desk had long gone cold and turned into a lump.