Forced Love: The Villainous Female Supporting Character is Kissed and Cried by the Yandere Villain

She counted to three, pressing him closer and closer, threatening him to make a choice.

The familiar words, the familiar routine—years ago, she hid behind a tree, and he counted in the same way.

The way she swung her coat when she came in was exactly the same as how he took off his suit back then.

She was deliberately imitating as a way to get revenge.

They really hold grudges.

However, today, their positions are completely reversed.

The once arrogant and paranoid man now had gold chains fastened around his ankles, and he sat pitifully and helplessly on the sofa.

The one who was previously in a vulnerable position now stood up, grabbed his shirt buttons fiercely, and began to grope him.

on the sofa.

Xu Wuning finished counting.

When she coldly uttered the word "zero," her hand had already reached out.

"Time's up, Lu Jingci. You really need to be taught a lesson!"

"I already..." Lu Jingci began, as if trying to say something.

But Xu Wuning didn't stop. She narrowed her eyes, gripped his shirt tightly, and pulled him off the sofa.

Caught off guard, Lu Jingci rolled onto the carpet on the floor with a muffled groan.

He lay there looking disheveled, his shirt crumpled and the collar torn open.

He braced himself on the blanket with his elbows, trying to turn over.

Suddenly, Xu Wuning's foot stepped on it.

The sole of the shoe slammed down on his back again, with considerable force.

He was pushed back into the blanket, his cheek pressed against the fluffy floor, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

"Too late," Xu Wuning said, stepping on him and looking down at him even more condescendingly, "I'll assume you want both. I'll bully you first, then I'll raise you into a caged bird male concubine."

"Lu Jingci, how do you feel about being stepped on for the second time?"

"Are you ashamed? Feeling wronged? Want to cry? Want to struggle?"

Lu Jingci lay there motionless, his Adam's apple bobbing impatiently as he took several deep breaths, his fingers clenched into fists.

The gold chain dangled from his ankle and slid down his leg to the ground.

He weakly shook his head. "I have amnesia, and I don't quite understand how I feel..."

Xu Wuning pressed harder on her foot. "Does it hurt?"

He didn't say anything.

She ground it again.

Lu Jingci then turned his head to look at her. Despite being stepped on, he didn't show any anger on his face, but his breathing was uneven, beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and his chest heaved much faster than usual.

With amnesia, he became like an idiot, losing even the will to resist.

Remembering something, Xu Wuning gritted her teeth: "It was you. You used to force me out when I was hiding behind a tree."

"You're going to count to three! After you finish counting, you're going to catch me behind the tree and kiss me until I cry. I told you not to touch me there, but you insisted on touching me anyway. It's really awful, your behavior is despicable."

"Now that you're in my hands, you won't have a good ending. I'm going to get my revenge on you all."

"I'm starting now, you just wait and see!"

She grew angrier as she spoke, and suddenly, she grabbed his arm, turned him over, kicked off her shoes, sat on his waist, and leaned down to kiss his lips.

Lu Jingci's eyes widened instantly...

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outside the window.

The stars twinkled, and the bright moonlight streamed through the window into the room, the curtains fluttering in the breeze before falling again.

Xu Wuning envisioned a scene where Lu Jingci was utterly humiliated, bowing his head in submission, and weeping bitterly.

But what came from inside the room wasn't Lu Jingci's voice, but rather the sound of her own gasping for breath.

Her tears welled up immediately.

"It hurts!" She sniffed, her whole body trembling, tears streaming down her face. "It hurts so much..."

She had only had such dreams a few times and had no real experience with them. All she could think about was teaching Lu Jingci a lesson, and she didn't learn anything else.

Lu Jingci lay there, biting his lower lip tightly and clenching his palms.

He tried to turn over several times, his eyes burning red, sweat pouring down his forehead, and his breathing becoming heavy and disordered.

"Don't..." he began, his voice hoarse and trembling with suppressed emotion.

Xu Wuning interrupted him, tears still streaming down her face, but her tone was firm: "Shut up, you're a prisoner, how dare you make demands?"

"I've already said it, Lu Jingci, even if you beg for mercy, I won't let you go."

Lu Jingci took a deep breath, his fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned blue, his voice hoarse and low:

"I'm not begging for mercy, this really won't do, you should..."

Xu Wuning was in so much pain that she lost her voice, and all the blood had drained from her lips.

She couldn't take it anymore. She let go of Lu Jingci, grabbed the edge of the sofa, and stood up unsteadily. Her body went limp, and she almost knelt back down.

Her voice was choked with sobs and nasal, and she seemed about to run away. "No, no, not now... let's do it another day."

What?!

Another day? It's already like this, and you still want to reschedule?

Lu Jingci's face immediately darkened. He forced himself to close his eyes, looked down at himself, and felt his temples throbbing.

He understood Xu Wuning. She was a pampered and delicate person who was always afraid of pain. After this experience, she would definitely be very afraid of this kind of thing in the future, and she might not be able to do it again. She might never want to do it again.

What should he do then?

Damn this little world, why did they make him pretend to have amnesia?

Now that's bad. If he gets up now and takes the initiative, Ningning will definitely know that his amnesia is fake and she will never forgive him again.

Not only that, he now has to pretend to be a virtuous man who refuses to submit, it's like playing a role-playing game, it's driving him crazy.

Lu Jingci's fingernails dug into his flesh, and his lips were almost bleeding from biting them, as he tried to negotiate: "How about I, the master..."

But Xu Wuning didn't let him finish speaking and interrupted him again:

"What do you mean, 'you'? You're trying to run away again, aren't you? Let me tell you, you're dreaming."

"Are you trying to beg me to let you go? I won't agree."

"Don't think that just because I said 'another day' means I'm letting you off easily. Don't be too happy yet. Tomorrow, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget, and you'll be begging for mercy on your knees!"

She leaned shakily against the sofa, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, yet she still arrogantly uttered harsh words:

"Lu Jingci, you handle this yourself. I'm going to my room to sleep."

"I wasn't scared, I was just sleepy. You got away with it this time."

"That's enough for today, I'll deal with you tomorrow. And you better remember that!"

She pointed fiercely at Lu Jingci, glared at him, and then got up and staggered away.

She held her back and ran faster than a rabbit.

After trying a little bit, she found that it was simply inhuman work, too painful.

Xu Wuning didn't want to do it anymore; she'd rather find another way to teach him a lesson.

in situ.

Lu Jingci stared at her retreating figure in disbelief until she closed the door.

She just ran away like that? Leaving him here unattended.

Xu Wuning, you're really something, you're just making things difficult for him.

Given his current status, he can't even shout "come back" if he wants to, which is really frustrating.

He really wanted to go to her room right now, drag that irresponsible person back, and throw her on the sofa to make her cry.

There's no other way; we can only endure it, or all our previous efforts will be in vain.

What sins did he commit in his past life to suffer like this in this one?

Lu Jingci took several deep breaths, his chest heaving, a few strands of hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead. He stretched out his hand...

-

the next day.

Xu Wuning's humiliation of him that morning was limited to occasionally stepping on his feet and making him act as her servant, pouring her a glass of water and massaging her legs.

Lu Jingci's lowered gaze darkened.

It's like tickling an itch, what kind of humiliation is that?

Why is there no more personal humiliation?

He was right last night; Ningning was genuinely scared, and she had learned her lesson.

No, he can't just wait like this any longer...