Revenge

This man, Aaron Gu, was always a pain in her heart; although so many years had past, his image was still imprinted in her mind; she had dreamed about him before, but never for once, so vividly like it was now.

"Babe, what's the matter with you?" The handsome face of Aaron Gu was so close yet so unreal; but that sometimes gentle and sometimes aggressive kisses of him and that strong male body odor of him was saying to her that what she was experiencing was not a dream.

"babe, lovely girl, don’t you cry."Aaron Gu kissed away the tears from Amanda's eyes with affection. That charming smile on his face would have women swooned over him.

Amanda was shaking. Her hands clutched at the sheet, let go, clenched at it again. Then she buried her face in the soft pillow.

The image of that young sunshine boy was shattered as the innocence and shyness of him on that virgin night faded away; he was now a man of self indulgence and lewdness.

When Aaron Gu finally had enough, he hugged Amanda's shaking body and said in a gruff voice close to her ear: "I hate women who cry in bed..."

Amanda's eyes were staring blankly into the darkness of the room. Unlike a dream, everything was so real, her senses were real, the pain and the pleasure were real, what Aaron Gu had just said were real --

‘I hate women who cry in bed.’

Hehe.

"I wonder if he remembers? Once the love was so deep and heated, in that spring and summer. Yet now. Don't talk, it's raining, and we prefer to stay naive..."

The ringtone of the phone broke the awkwardness.

her in a daze, he grabbed the phone from the cabinet, threw it to her, and without a second thought, he got up from her, flexed his muscles, and headed for

know me, if we meet again one day? Does he still remember, that I was once his only lover. Does he still keep the note that writes ‘I love

lover. Amanda did not answer but looked in the direction of the bathroom where water was splashing insides.

really matter, at least we've shared the same secret and the

opened. Amanda was shocked. She grabbed the phone tightly and stared

his tanned chest; there was still white foam on his chin, and his dark, mesmerising eyes cold glared at her as

slammed shut the

He could still manage to call her “babe” even when he was actually angry and impatient; hum, that was men;

the ringing phone; right before Amanda could press the answer key, the phone stopped and the

not

on her; and besides the burning, a scar that seemingly scabbed recently caught her attentions just like the cinnabar mole.

Cinnabar mole?

as well with her nails untrimmed; Amanda would have trimmed all her nails due to design work. And the long hair, was it

the mirror. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the figure reflected in the mirror

the perfect red lips flattered the delicacy of the face; The only drawback should be childishness that she bore; but it did make her look pure and innocent somehow.

sudden, Amanda saw

support of the cabinet; she pinched herself trying to wake herself up; but it was not dream; it hurt...Amanda resigned to her vision and slid down again to the floor; everything was real; her