Chapter 164 Joy and Pain

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and she clasped his shoulders with both hands, which was very firm to the touch, like climbing a mountain in the wilderness.

Encouraged, he turned over and pressed her under him. He unbuttoned her pajamas with one hand. His warm and dry palms penetrated along her scattered skirt and wandered little by little. Wherever he went, it seemed like a hot fire was ignited.

Her body was trembling, and her brain was in a daze, catering to him, but some unbearable fragments flashed through her trance, overlapping and entangled with the scene in front of her. The huge villa in the memory, the hands handcuffed behind the head of the bed, the devilish man...

Heart trembling, Xia Ling regained a little clarity from the sinking, struggled weakly a few times, trying to avoid his increasingly rough movements, but only got him more domineering suppression.

"Li Lei," she breathed unsteadily, intermittently, "Don't, don't do this..."

At this time, Li Lei couldn't listen to anything, and his movements gradually became more serious, and he was about to completely possess her. The feeling of panic and uneasiness grew infinitely in Xia Ling's heart, and the fragments in her memories became more and more clear. That devilish man was also pressing her down hard like this, ignoring her resistance, and it hurt every night...

"No!" She turned pale, screamed suddenly, and pushed Li Lei desperately.

I don't know how much strength was used, but by the time she realized it, she had already broken away from him. Still in shock, she backed away on hands and feet, knowing that her thin back was touching the cold head of the bed.

"Xiao Ling..."

"Don't come here!" She looked at him fearfully, even her voice changed.

A trace of injury flashed across Li Lei's eyes, however, he stopped trying to approach her. His clothes were disheveled, revealing a piece of well-proportioned and strong muscles. The confusion in his eyes had not faded away, but he restrained himself with strong self-control, and did not do anything to hurt her. "Why?" he asked hoarsely.

Why did she push him away in such a panic when they were fine just now?

Xia Ling didn't know how to answer, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him. She knew he didn't mean anything malicious, but just liked her too much, so she couldn't help it. They were already lovers, and it was only natural that something happened, but...something went wrong, and the one that went wrong was not him, but her. She couldn't control her body, and couldn't overcome the rejection and fear that came from her heart at that moment. That feeling was the devilish man who used to turn extreme joy into extreme pain, which was branded into the depths of her soul. , indelible, unforgettable.

This frightened her deeply.

"Xiao Ling..." There was worry in his tone.

"I'm fine, let me be alone for a while." She said softly, holding her body tightly.

"If you don't want to, I won't force you." His voice came, very low and slow, "We will live together for the rest of our lives, and I will wait until the day you are willing."

After speaking, he stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

The surroundings became quiet, a dark cloud blocked the morning sun, and the light in the room became dark. Xia Ling remained motionless, the heat of her body cooling down little by little in the air. She recalled what Pei Ziheng said at that time -

"Xiao Ling, you want to escape? It's impossible. Your body will always remember me and only recognize me."

Is this Stockholm Syndrome? After going through that kind of twisted whipping, confinement, and loving caress, is it true that she can only recognize Pei Ziheng alone, and she will reject any other man who touches her?

Even if a lifetime has passed and the body has been changed, the soul is still deeply imprinted?

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

She huddled in her bedroom, shivering, and sat quietly all day. When it got dark, she was so scared that she couldn't see her fingers. She dragged her numb legs and staggered to turn on the light, only to realize that Li Lei was already gone.

In the living room, the window was half open, letting in a cool breeze.

But the residual smoke smell cannot be blown away.

She had never seen him smoke, but now, a crystal plate on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts.

There was a small note under the plate.

——I’m leaving, and I may not be able to return to the country during this time. Take care of yourself and call when you miss me.

The fragrant and slightly bitter smell of smoke remained on the note, which was stronger than the air, as if it was tinged with a touch of sadness.

This incident made Xia Ling feel very depressed, and she was listless in the following rounds of auditions. Sister Mina couldn't stand it anymore, so she talked to her: "Xiao Ling, what's the matter with you recently? You're in such a bad state? It wasn't your turn to be on stage in the first few games, and it's your turn for the next one. If you are still like this In this state, how do you compare yourself with other singers?"

"I'll adjust it." Xia Ling said wearily.

Sister Maina frowned and asked, "What's going on? Things have been going well at work recently. Did you have a quarrel with the boss?"

There is no way to say that kind of private matter, Xia Ling shook her head: "He is very good." She avoided Sister Mai Na and forced herself to concentrate on her work.

Sister Maina had nothing to do. Seeing her working so hard, it was hard to criticize her.

For several nights in a row, Xia Ling had nightmares. When she closed her eyes, she remembered the fear, shame and pain she had experienced in the dark confinement room. She often woke up in the middle of the night and kept her eyes open until dawn.

She withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why is my skin so dry lately? It's hard to put makeup on." The last audition of the Xingyun Singing Club finally arrived. In the dressing room, the makeup artist said reproachfully while helping Xia Ling put on makeup, "I just couldn't put on makeup the past few times." I reminded you to pay attention to sleep and hydration. It’s good now. You can only wear light and natural nude makeup. Otherwise, if it is too thick, the powder will fall off as soon as the camera is zoomed in. You can think about how much the price will drop.”

Xia Ling didn't have the strength to argue with him, and what he said was reasonable, so she listened to his chatter silently.

Sister Mai Na and Bai Murong looked around and sighed. They had calculated everything and created the most perfect external conditions and opportunities for her. The only thing they didn't calculate was that Xiao Ling had also recently... I don’t know what’s wrong, but my condition is very bad.

"Menstrual period?" Bai Murong pulled Sister Maina and whispered, "It's too long."

Sister Maina gave him a sharp look: "Your whole family is on their period."

Bai Murong also felt unreliable, so he touched his nose and stopped talking. According to this situation, now we can only resign ourselves to fate and hope that Xia Ling can perform better and not make too big a mistake.

However, it’s just the audition stage, and the ordering is so good, it should be fine...

Xia Ling didn't know their worries. After putting on makeup, she got up and went to the bathroom.

The corridor was winding and long, intertwined like a maze. As she walked, she suddenly heard a man talking at the corner in front of her: "Come on, little beauty Luoluo, don't be shy, touch me..."