Kill Me, Heal Me

Belle Ye felt her body was pressed. She was being confined in a space so narrow that she couldn’t move. Ethan Mo pulled her hard and she fell into his arms. He kissed her fiercely like he was going to devour her. His hands clasped tightly on her waist making them inseparable. Their lips were locked on each other’s that both could hardly breath.

She moaned as she struggled hard to break free from so control. She knew exactly what a man wanted in the middle of the night after a bottle of wine. But, she was still holding a little luck because Ethan Mo hated her, because she was lower than any hostess in the club, because she was dirty and cheap.

Once, when she was still the most eligible bachelorette of Gang City, she couldn’t even temp him. Now that she was unrecognizable, ugly, and hateful, how did Ethan Mo want her?

Her struggle was a ridiculous act against the strong man on top of her. The more she struggled, the more he tried to control her. His eyes were bloodthirsty. When he threw her on the sofa, she seemed to change into the old Belle Ye who was so delicate and charming, but there was something more that fascinated him, that made him want to make the woman his.

Belle Ye.

Belle Ye.

He secretly chanted her name in his heart and suddenly, there was a complicated and familiar feeling in his heart. He had always hated her. He hated her for being cruel, for not being responsible, and for running away for so many years. When they met again, she told him that she was married.

Married?!

He thought that Belle Ye was stalking him. He thought that she was bothering him and was a shameless individual. She didn’t have the vibe to be a socialite. But, this time, Belle Ye would always refute him. If she could finally settle with her true love, why would she bother refuting him?

He was furious, but he appreciated her, sort of.

But, the word true love sounded cheap in his ears now. So cheap that she could find a man to marry without hesitation, so cheap that she was being ambiguous with Levi Song, even more cheaply when she could be naked in front of him.

looked at Belle Ye lying under him. His thirsty eyes were dangerous, but the sofa was not wide enough for both of them. He needed to do something. He stood up. Before

the room was big enough for

moonlight lit up the sheet. Belle Ye’s face looked

Mo saw her lying still on the bed. He quickly pinned himself on her, not letting her escape. Her skin was no longer delicate and smooth. It

last time they did

now, did he remember

his kiss so

“It hurt…”

from her. Only when she was in pain could

the years, she was not the only one suffering from pain. Ethan Mo swore to himself that if he ever

he got the opportunity to do it.

Over the years, he convinced himself that the woman

Ye couldn’t move at all. She could only watch him getting more violent with his action. She quietly shed

When she knew that she was not strong

ceiling with her eyes glistened. For a moment, she thought of

her conversation with him.

“Belle, do you still

“What do you mean?”

love him, you won’t get hurt. There is a saying that the depth of love is the

“That’s impossible.”