Chapter Eighty-Eight: What Is There to Reason With Someone Like You? Extra chapter in thanks to those who gifted tourmaline diamonds.

I kept shaking my head, trembling, begging him over and over, but only I knew what I was saying, only I knew what it meant to surrender to fate.

Perhaps he found it dull that I could no longer make a sound, because he tore the tape from my mouth. Before I could beg him to stop, he pressed an index finger against my throat and smiled faintly.

Tears streamed down my face. I kept shaking my head and begging him not to.

But then he actually seized my hand and forced it toward his groin, filthy words spilling from his mouth. “Little junior sister, feel this. Isn’t it exciting? I’ve been with so many women, and only you have the knack to get me this worked up.”

Suddenly, I felt sick. What Luo Ange had done to me had already seemed the most disgusting thing imaginable, and only then did I realize there were people and deeds in this world even more nauseating than he was.

At last I cried out, “No, please, please...”

The moment the words left my mouth, the pressure of that finger on my throat suddenly intensified, and my voice vanished.

I curled up on the floor, mouth wide open as I screamed something, but no sound came out.

Perhaps the sight excited him, for he came up with an even more twisted idea. He dragged me to my knees, then stood before me, grabbed that filthy, ugly thing of his, and tried by force to shove it into my mouth.

I opened my mouth and vomited at once, and the contents landed squarely on him.

He shoved me away in disgust, hurled an insult, then seized me and dragged me into the bathroom, forcing me into the bathtub before turning the shower on and blasting me with water.

I had already lost all my strength, so I let him do whatever he wanted without reaction.

I had prepared myself to be tortured to death by him, but the pain I expected never came, and the water stopped spraying over me.

I opened my eyes in disbelief and saw Luo Ange’s face. As for Brother Wu, he was lying on the floor with blood all over his face, already unconscious.

At last I burst into tears, curling myself into the bathtub like a turtle retreating into its shell.

A Mu walked in without so much as glancing sideways, dragged Brother Wu out, and took him away.

Luo Ange lit a cigarette, but did not smoke it; he merely held it between his fingers and looked at me. “Yilan, I thought I made myself very clear that day. I don’t like other men touching you.”

I still could not make sense of his temper, so I said nothing, only cried.

He lifted my chin and forced me to look at him. “What, are you keeping silent because you feel guilty?”

I stopped crying and said, word by word, “Luo Ange, what right do you have to tell me what to do?”

He gave a couple of cool, low laughs, his eyes sharp in the light. “Because I was your first man. Because I’m still interested in your body. Because I just saved you.”

I wiped away my tears. “You didn’t have to save me.”

Luo Ange viciously ground out his cigarette in the toilet, then grabbed me and dragged me out of the bathroom, throwing me onto the sofa.

My hands and feet were still bound, so I could not move at all. I did not struggle, only asked him what he was going to do.

He made me kneel on the sofa, then unfastened his belt and pinched my waist. “Fuck you.”

For what felt like a lifetime, I bit down hard on my lower lip and made no sound. In truth, whether Luo Ange had saved me or not made no difference at all. Brother Wu had been a pit of fire for me; and what was Luo Ange, if not the same?

Jumping from one pit of fire into an even larger one—what a pointless thing to do.

Luo Ange tipped up my chin and turned my face toward him. “Yilan, are you trying to seduce other men?”

As soon as he spoke, his desire swelled again. I knew he was always perverse in matters between men and women; if I did not beg, he had plenty of ways to deal with me.

I whimpered and gave in. “Luo Ange, I was wrong. I won’t dare again. Don’t...”

His breathing grew rougher and rougher. “Yilan, why should I reason with someone like you?”

With a vicious thrust, he locked his arm around my waist, panting hard, and only continued what he was doing below.

Very quickly, I had no strength left to beg or even to think. I could only lie across the sofa, bury my face in it, and cry and cry.