Now who is torturing whom? A noble prince actually forcing a woman, and he still talks to me about torture?
“I want to wash up,” I continued as I pleased.
“Have a maid bring it in,” he said unusually gently. A maid entered with a washing basin, her eyes darting around, her face turning red to her neck. She put down the basin and ran away like she was flying.
“What exactly do you want?” I said coldly.
“It doesn’t matter. You’ve stayed here all night. Even if no one saw, everyone will know,” Liu Yu said carelessly, rising and dipping his hands in the basin, wringing a towel and walking slowly towards me, gently wiping my face with the warm, wet towel.
“Enough…” I suddenly pushed him away, barefoot on the ground, guarding against him.
He stumbled back and steadied himself. He raised an eyebrow, staring at me, the smile on his lips deepening, “This is more like my little Jiaolong.”
I clenched my fist, feeling the unpleasant sensation of being seen through, “You just want to manipulate me?”
He leaned in, one hand caressing my face, tenderly saying, “If it were just that, why would I be in such pain?”
“Do you even know pain? Someone like you only knows how to vent your pain. How could you understand what pain truly is…”
“Having you in my heart is probably the deepest pain,” he said softly and helplessly. Before I could react, his lips were already on mine. “Mmm…”
I panicked and pushed him away, stepping back and knocking over the water basin. The hot water scalded my bare feet.
Liu Yu frowned, quickly picking me up and placing me on a nearby table, “Does it hurt?”
I wanted to go back, back to the orphanage, where even without friends, at least no one would hurt me, and no one would inexplicably make me lose a deeply memorable memory…
I hate you, Liu Yu.
“I’ll take you to find Shui Ruohan,” he said, thinking I was about to cry from foot pain, and he picked me up and walked towards the main hall.
“Liu Yu, I hate you,” I said, holding back my tears, word by word.
“I know,” he calmly responded.
