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At this moment, Jiang Ye's eyes were tinged with a frightening crimson, his breathing was heavy, and his gaze burned with an undisguised fervor, as if he wanted to devour people alive.

After closing the door, Jiang Ye carried Han Qingru to the bed.

Han Qingru panicked and instinctively grabbed the collar of her pajamas and pulled it up.

Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to compose herself with the tone of an elder: "Xiao Ye, don't be like this. Didn't we agree before that we would only be siblings..."

However, saying this at this moment was like adding fuel to the fire.

Instead of discouraging Jiang Ye, it was like a raging fire that completely ignited the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for many years.

To hell with siblings!

He did not give Han Qingru another chance to speak.

Jiang Ye stretched out his large, strong hand, grabbed Han Qingru's slender wrist, and with a sudden burst of strength, pressed her heavily onto the soft bed.

Then, he lowered his head and, like a storm, fiercely kissed those still-talking red lips.

This kiss was devoid of any tenderness.

It was filled with aggression and irresistible domineering power, carrying all of Jiang Ye's desires, repressions, and fear of almost losing her, and it came crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

Han Qingru's brain completely shut down at that moment.

Blank.

Her eyes widened as she felt the rough touch on her lips and the man's hot breath. Her hands instinctively pressed against Jiang Ye's firm chest, trying to push him away.

However, her meager strength was utterly insignificant in front of a strong young man on the verge of losing control, like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Jiang Ye's kisses grew more and more passionate, more and more frantic.

He even wanted to meld the soft woman in his arms into his very bones, so that she could never escape from his side.

After the initial panic and desperate struggle, Jiang Ye suddenly noticed a change.

He noticed that Han Qingru's hands, which were pressed against his chest, gradually lost their strength to resist and slowly slid down.

She no longer resisted as fiercely as before, and her previously tense body began to soften slightly, like a pool of spring water, allowing him to take and plunder at will.

Jiang Ye felt an indescribable surge of joy.

He thought she had finally given up resisting.

He thought that she was finally willing to tear off that mask of pretense and accept his long-hidden feelings.

Just as Jiang Ye's heart was burning with desire, his hand moved down her waistline, preparing to take the next step.

Suddenly, he tasted a faint, bitter flavor on the tip of his tongue.

The astringent taste spread along his taste buds, making Jiang Ye shudder.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked down in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

The scene before him made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Han Qingru kept her eyes tightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembled violently like the wings of a wounded butterfly.

A clear, transparent tear silently slid down the corner of her eye, across her pale cheek, and finally disappeared into the dark hair at her temples.

There were no cries, no shouts, no beatings, only this silent tear.

This tear was like a bucket of cold water mixed with ice crystals, poured over my head.

The water instantly snapped Jiang Ye out of his predicament, which was on the verge of complete loss of control.

He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning. The madness and lust that had been churning in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by endless panic, regret, and deep self-blame.

With a "whoosh," Jiang Ye reacted as if he had been electrocuted, hurriedly releasing his hands that were pressing down on Han Qingru.

He staggered back two steps and bumped his back against the wall.

"sorry……"

Jiang Ye gasped for breath, his voice terribly hoarse, as if he had sand stuck in his throat. He apologized repeatedly, "Sis, I'm sorry... I'm such a bastard, I'm a real beast, I couldn't control myself..."

He wanted to slap himself twice.

Hearing Jiang Ye's voice, Han Qingru slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were slightly red and glistening with tears, revealing a heartbreakingly complex emotion.

Unexpectedly, she didn't fly into a rage. She simply sat up silently, stretched out her slightly trembling hand, and pulled the disheveled neckline of her pajamas back up to cover that patch of snow-white skin.

"It's not entirely your fault."

Han Qingru's voice was filled with deep weariness and bitterness, sounding particularly faint in the dimly lit room: "I also had a problem. It was my fault as the older sister for not being careful enough and giving you the wrong impression..."

She paused for a moment, then turned her head away to avoid Jiang Ye's regretful gaze.

"I'm going back now."

These words were calm and uneventful, but to Jiang Ye, they were more painful than having his flesh ripped out with a knife.

Jiang Ye clenched his fists tightly, looking at the thin, lonely figure on the bed, his heart aching.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to make amends, but the words caught in his throat. Saying anything now would be superfluous. In the end, he could only give a bitter laugh, turn around, and watch Han Qingru leave the room, her spirit broken, as she gently closed the door behind her.

. . . . .

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

Jiang Ye tossed and turned in bed, his mind filled with the tear that had rolled down his cheek.

The moment he closed his eyes, a strong sense of self-blame gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake, and he didn't close his eyes for even a minute all night.

. . . .

Early the next morning.

Jiang Ye got out of bed with huge dark circles under his eyes. After washing up, he put on his coat and left the hotel early for the busiest morning market street in town.

He queued for a long time at one of the busiest breakfast stalls, buying steaming hot freshly ground soy milk, crispy golden fried dough sticks, and a basket of fragrant and delicious steamed buns.

Carrying various plastic bags, Jiang Ye returned to the second floor of the hotel.

Standing outside Han Qingru's door, he stopped in his tracks, his heart pounding like a dozen rabbits in his chest.

He was afraid that if he knocked on the door, Han Qingru would still be angry about his offense the night before and wouldn't give him a friendly look.

He was even more afraid that when she opened the door, she would already have her luggage packed, a cold face on her face, saying she was going back to Hanju and would never speak to him again. If that happened, he would feel like dying.

I stood at the door for a full five minutes, and the soy milk in my hand almost got cold.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, finally mustered up his courage, and gently knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

A few seconds later, the lock clicked, and the door opened quickly.

Jiang Ye was slightly taken aback when he saw the figure behind the door.

Han Qingru was not dragging a suitcase, nor was her face covered in tears.

She had finished washing up and changed into a clean and neat beige casual outfit. Her long hair was neatly combed and tied into a high ponytail, making her look youthful and energetic.

What surprised Jiang Ye even more was that there was no anger, indifference or embarrassment on her face.

Seeing the breakfast bag Jiang Ye was carrying, a smile flashed in Han Qingru's eyes, and she even smiled at him very naturally.

The smile was serene and gentle, as if the crazy things that happened in the middle of the night were all just a dream Jiang Ye had, and had never actually happened in reality.