Chapter 8.2 (1/2)
When Luo An Hai woke, it was already noon of the following day, while she was the only one in bed.
The overindulgence causing her whole body to ache, yet it didn’t have a sticky feeling…. She recalls how Han Ting Hua had placed her in the jade white bath tub last night and entered her again. She cried shamefully, begging him to stop, until she couldn’t stand it anymore and passed out.
Luo An Hai’s face burns red at the memory. She hadn’t thought Han Ting Hua’s passion would be so terrifying. She had forgotten how many times she was done last night, that her private parts would ache even now. Not to mention her tormented waist.
Luo An Hai covers her scalding face. Although she was a little disappointed at not seeing Han Ting Hua when she woke, she was also relieved.
Even though she had decided not to escape, and to love someone, to love Han Ting Hua, but after all, she has never loved anyone before. Towards love, she still found it unfamiliar.
While with Han Ting Hua… yesterday they were clearly still bitter enemies, but after just one night, the situation changed. The change also made her feel helpless, making the proud and haughty Queen currently feel like a young girl in love for the first time.
As Luo An Hai wracks her brain, her nose picks up a fragrant scent drifting from outside.
Hesitating, she eventually leaves the bed, wrapping herself with bed sheets, as she walks out of the room with bare feet.
Wearing only his pants, Han Ting Hua’s bare chest is covered with scars, filled with the bruises from her beatings, and her claw marks in the throes of passion. Carrying a tray out of the kitchen, he breaks into a dazzling smile when he sees Luo An Hai. “You’re awake.”
“…Hey” Luo An Hai awkwardly moves her gaze away, feeling her face heat up… she knows — she had blushed!
Luo An Hai felt ashamed and embarrassed. She wasn’t used to reacting like this, it made her want to turn back and run to her room.
Han Ting Hua restrains his laughter, knowing that if he laughed, the woman before him would fly into a rage from the shame. He knows how proud she is, but the Luo An Hai before him was truly too enticing.
Her tousled hair, with only a snow white bed sheet around her, while her exposed shoulder and collarbone were covered with his marks. Her face was slightly flushed, swollen red lips that had clearly been kissed, bashful eyes filled with a misty haze.
From top to bottom, her whole body displayed just how fiercely she had been embraced.
“What are you looking at?” His undisguised stare irritates Luo An Hai, unable to restrain herself from glaring at him.
“You’re beautiful.” Han Ting Hua praises her unreservedly.
Luo An Hai pauses. People had always called her beautiful, and she was used to being complemented, but this was the first time she had heard Han Ting Hua call her beautiful….
The corner of her lips start twisting up, but she still attempts to appear unmoved. “Don’t think you’ll gain anything just from of a complement.”
Han Ting Hua places her on the bar counter, before walking in front of her, lifting the hair before her chest as he lowers his head to kiss it. Watching her with dark eyes “I don’t need any benefit, I only want you.”
Luo An Hai feels her heart beat faster, as her face flushes red. She helplessly pulls her hair back out of his hands.
“Han Ting Hua did you take the wrong medicine?” To think he’d say these types of ingratiatingly sweet words. While she, what type of lover’s talk hadn’t she heard, yet it was the first time her face had turned red like this. Luo An Hai pushes him away, not wanting to give him a similar response, as she rushes away from the counter.
Behind her, Han Ting Hua holds back his laughter, eyes flashing with amusement. It was rare to see such a proud woman so embarrassed, so he couldn’t help but tease her.
Walking forward, he wraps one arm around her waist, lifting her up.