Ye Li ignored her, his face dark as he strode towards her. Niu Shurui's heart pounded. Her mind screamed that she couldn't just sit there and wait. Given Ye Li's current state, she couldn't imagine what would happen next.

She bolted for the treatment room, but after only two steps, a scalding hand grabbed her and dragged her back. She was thrown hard against the desk, scattering files across the floor. Her head hit the desktop with a bang, and tears instantly welled in her eyes.

Ye Li loomed over her, eyes bloodshot and wild, his pale skin flushed an unnatural crimson. His voice trembled with a raw vulnerability as he choked out, "You're still lying to me… then what is this? I saw it all! You're handing me over to someone else. Did you even ask me? I don't agree!"

Ye Li shoved his phone in her face. Niu Shurui's head swam, red spots flashing before her eyes. She managed to make out a few words, realizing it was her mentor's reply, saying he had a last-minute arrangement and could only see Ye Li later. 

Seeing the damage done, Niu Shurui was speechless. "Niuniu, you lied to me again." He tossed the phone aside, gripping her face, forcing her to look at him. "You told me yesterday you hadn't been with Qiao Qi… then tell me, whose bite mark is that on the back of your neck?"

Niu Shurui reached back, finally understanding the source of the pain that had plagued her since waking. She had assumed it was a stiff neck or a result of last night's forced intimacy.

The back of her head still throbbed. Niu Shurui took a deep breath, trying to speak calmly. "Listen to me, last night—"

"I don't want to hear it." He suddenly calmed down. If not for the lingering redness around his eyes, Niu Shurui might have thought the whole episode was a hallucination.

"Niuniu, I'll never trust you again… I shouldn't have trusted you yesterday… I should have taken you back with me…"

He straightened, parting her legs, roughly bunching her long skirt up to her waist. The sudden coolness on her lower body made Niu Shurui shiver. She sat up, trying to stop him. "Don't—"

The sound of ripping fabric filled the air, her underwear torn open, her intimacy exposed. Through the gap, a faint redness was visible, a clear mark of vigorous lovemaking. Ye Li, his face taut, forced his heated shaft into her.

Niu Shurui gasped. The pain, instead of opening her, made her clench tighter. Her resistance only fueled Ye Li's anger. He bent down, pinning her back against the desk, his arms trapping her legs, forcing her open. "Why can he, but not me? Did he feel good? I can too. I'll make you feel even better." His voice was low and insistent. He gripped her waist, pressing his tip against her entrance, thrusting forward as he pushed her down, forcing his way in.

A searing pain ripped through her. Niu Shurui cried out, her fingers digging into the back of his hand, leaving red marks. Oblivious to her pain, Ye Li watched, fixated, as he buried himself inside her. Her tightness stretched to its limit, the delicate flesh almost translucent.

The intense pain was agonizing for both of them. Sweat dripped from Ye Li's nose onto Niu Shurui's stomach. Fully embedded, he began to thrust rapidly, hitting her deepest point with each stroke. The sweat on her stomach quivered and slid down her skin.

His rigid length plowed through every fold, leaving no inch untouched. The soft flesh of her belly couldn't withstand his forceful assault, rippling wildly with each thrust. He could feel the impact through her skin with the hand gripping her waist. He took her hand and placed it over their joined bodies, forcing her to feel the rhythm. "Feel it, Niuniu? Who's inside you?" Niu Shurui gritted her teeth, refusing to answer. Ye Li's face darkened, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, so hard the desk seemed to groan beneath them, inching forward.

The brutal pounding made her whole body shake, her back grinding against the hard surface of the desk, the burning pain almost unbearable. He felt no lubrication, only the friction of dry flesh against flesh, despite her earlier arousal.

Last time, she had been wet, eager for him.

Ye Li stared at the exposed, slightly swollen flesh. He knew what to do, but he refused. Why should he?

Why did she willingly surrender to Qiao Qi, her core flushed with arousal for him, while with him, there was only this dryness? Why? How was he any less than him?

The thought of Qiao Qi's hands on her, his shaft inside her, filled him with murderous rage.

He grabbed a glass of water from the desk and poured the remaining contents over their joined bodies. The icy liquid made her shudder, her entrance contracting sharply, clamping down on him. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through him, the water providing a slickness that eased his movements.

The cool air conditioning blew across them, her damp cl1t quivering in the breeze. Ye Li glanced at it coldly, still refusing to touch her there. He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her down hard as he thrust. His tip hit a new, unfamiliar tightness, her cervix.

The different sensation sent a shiver down his spine, his thigh muscles twitching. He closed his eyes, exhaling, and began to rut against this new target. His hand, still massaging her waist, worked in tandem with his thrusts, the combined force overwhelming her cervix, forcing him through.