Let's Get Married

Lily's body keeps trembling. She tries to calm herself down and not to be panic. She knows that she will not be safe and sound if she keeps irritating Rex.

The two of them look at each other and 'stay silent for a long while. The atmosphere seems to be stalemated.

Lily takes a deep breath before she speaks. She says with a begging tone, "Let me go."

"Let you go, then?" He stands up and steps closer to her, "Giving you another chance to run away and leave me?"

"I can't run away..." Lily curls her lips into a bitter smile and looks at him with tears in her eyes, "You have the ability to catch me even if I run away, don't you?"

"Exactly. So, don't make any unnecessary struggles, okay?" He doesn't want to hurt her, but she acts like she has already forgotten him and therefore he is panicking.

"Rex, I don't know what to do with you, I need to clear my mind..."

"Why?" He leans a little closer and lifts a hand to her white chin, "Because of your boyfriend, or because you have forgotten about me after five years?"

How could she forget?

Lily mocks herself upon hearing his words, yet says stubbornly, "Five years, that's too long."

squints, surveying her with his eyes, while

in a deep low voice, "Lily, look

man will take a step back, so she clenches her hands and

like the Satan in the hell, "I've been waiting for

the dress on her body without waiting her reaction. The hand-sewn gown instantly tears up. Embroidered beads bounce to

escape from him. He turns her whole body around while Lily is struggling, her hands

someone else. This is worse than the torture of

almost half-naked. Rex's palm travels down to her waist. Her waist is

at her white neck and earlobes, and Rex wants her so

past five years. Although she hates what Rex has done to her, she still remembers the feelings he had brought to her. She almost groans, but she tries to swallow it by biting her lips. She yells without much energy, "You may find another woman if you need to, why you do this

I'm your man." Rex says and continues his action. Rex misses her

all he can think about is her rosy cheeks

off the

motivation, not sharply but with tenderness. Rex's blood rush to

self-control which he is always proud of has all turned into foam when

not that she doesn't have feelings, but it is different now. If she

she tries to escape his palm with all her might, "Rex, you will only make me feel that I'm a slut by

very beginning! I've been waiting for five years, refusing to admit that you were dead although I couldn't get any news about you. No matter what others had said, I convinced myself that you were still alive. Even though I knew that maybe you wouldn't come back forever...