Dealing with Tigers

I groggily opened my eyes to see a pair of bloodshot eyes and an angry face, that… was still inside… “Try closing your eyes again!” “I’m so sleepy…” “I waited for you for two hours! Sleep, go ahead and sleep~” (What’s that supposed to mean…) “Does it still hurt? Can you feel it?” “…It hurts a lot.” My face was burning… “Little liar…” “Why didn’t you tell me it was your first time?” He was still on top of me, showing no intention of moving. “What difference would it make?” I scoffed. Would you be touched and let me go? “You!” He propped himself up, and I could breathe freely… A sigh… He came again, “Oh! So heavy!” I remembered the oily, shiny performance of Master Wu Gang, “Breaking a stone on the chest”… His hot breath sprayed on my left cheek, “You often make me forget I’m past the age of bickering with children.” He continued to use me as a bed, shifting me to find a more comfortable spot! “Who are you calling a child?! I am a wise, mature woman!” He let out a stifled laugh; I didn’t need to look to imagine his smug face! He propped himself up again, his face domineeringly confronting me, “It’s me, Qi Yufeng, who will make you a real woman, understand? Here, you must always remember these three words!” He wrote forcefully on my chest with each stroke, Qi, Yu, Feng! “I can’t believe after four years with him, he hasn’t touched you. He doesn’t want you, and yet you foolishly…” His sword-like eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifting from ambiguous to emotionless, and finally, he stopped talking, his hands still tightly gripping me. “I just want you to shut up, that’s all…”