Chapter Fifteen: I Like This Temperament

This position was bizarre; the damn pervert just couldn’t shake me off, and I used every ounce of strength I had, desperate to bite his finger clean off. His expression darkened. With his other hand, he gripped my chin and held up his bleeding index finger. “Are you a dog? You really bit me?”

His body radiated heat, but for some reason, I felt colder and colder. Seeing that handsome face made the chill worse. How dare he call me a dog? Without thinking, I lowered my head and bit into his collarbone.

He screamed and flung me away. Caught off guard, my head slammed into the boat’s mast, sending the world spinning. My stubborn streak flared up again. I never provoke unless provoked, but if someone pushes me twice, I make sure it’s the last time.

I lunged at the pervert, clawing at his face. Growing up, I’d fought with Yi Huayang more times than I could count—close combat was my specialty. Even if I couldn’t win, I’d never let him off easy.

He dodged backward, but I pressed forward, throwing punches and kicks. The little black-topped boat wasn’t big, and our fight sent it rocking dangerously, almost tipping over.

At last, he snapped. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the floor, his knee digging into my stomach. Crossing my arms, he clamped them against my neck and jaw, hissing, “Keep this up, and I won’t be so polite.”

Did he really think I, Yi Lanshan, was that easily fooled? I’d suffered enough in my life to know that kindness only invites bullying. Especially with someone like this pervert, compromise was just another word for digging my own grave.

I pushed myself up and, using the iron-head technique I’d practiced since childhood, aimed for his chin—only to miss and slam into his chest instead.

Stars exploded in my vision. Damn pervert, is your chest made of steel? It hurt so much…

I was spent, pinned helplessly to the floor, his face looming above mine. Before I could react, something warm pressed against my lips, followed by a sharp pain.

I gasped, mouth falling open, but before I could even curse, he forced my mouth open and bit down on my tongue.

That’s when I realized what was happening: the pervert was actually kissing me.

I shook my head furiously, trying to keep him away, but his strength was monstrous. He easily pinned down my resisting hand, pressed my head in place with the other, and even managed to hold my knee.

He was like a demon, ravaging my mouth as he pleased. I’d never experienced anything like it—unable to move, unable to make a sound, tears sprang to my eyes.

Finally, he stopped. He grabbed my chin, staring at me intently. I glared right back. “Pervert, touch me again and I’ll kill your whole family.”

He gave a cold, mocking laugh, as if eager to spite me. With a ripping sound, he tore my clothes open and sank his teeth into my chest.

Pain and humiliation sent me into a rage. “You pervert, you filthy old lecher! May your ancestors all rot in hell, I—”

Terrified, my whole body trembled. Instinctively, I arched away from him, freeing one hand to push him off.

My mind was a whirlwind, too scattered to think what else I could do. I just shook my head desperately, trying to signal my refusal.

But the pervert was completely out of his mind. His hand slid down toward the waistband of my jeans, and I knew what would come next. Panicking, I fumbled blindly on the floor, grabbed whatever I could find, and smashed it into his forehead.

At last, he let go. I screamed, rolled over, and sat up—only then realizing that I was clutching a coffee cup.

The cup had shattered in my grip; my hand was slick with blood.

As for the pervert, blood was streaming slowly down his forehead, across his face, lit by the firelight so he looked like a vampire.

Terrified, I hurled the cup away and shrank back against the boat’s canopy. “Don’t come any closer. Don’t…”

I was truly afraid now—afraid of what he might do.

He touched his forehead, muttered something under his breath, and looked at me. “That temper—I like it.”