“Don’t go, Xiaotu, I am your Wang Xie.” He shouted loudly, like a bolt of lightning blocking her path. No, he couldn’t let her leave. He forcefully grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his embrace, feeling her breath. His strong hands tightly encircled her waist, full of possessiveness, restraining her from resisting. Why won’t you let me go? Do you want me to continue watching your happiness, feeling your intimacy, breathing this air of debauchery? She couldn’t do it; she wasn’t a saint, unable to watch her man with another woman and remain indifferent.
Everything froze in that moment. The air was not filled with debauchery but with an overwhelming tenderness. The two embraced, sensing each other’s unique scent. Rushi’s anger nearly consumed her; her delicate fingers clenched tightly, making a “crack” sound. He was hers, and no one else was allowed to covet him. “That phrase, Xiaotu, I am your Wang Xie,” was deeply imprinted in her heart. Fine, Xiaotu, I will remember this. One day, I will make you pay double, to see who truly suits him!
“Why did you leave me without a word?” She tried to pry his hands away from her waist, finger by finger, but they remained unmoving, holding her as if she were the most precious treasure. He couldn’t speak, his mouth opened to tell the truth, but the words were stuck in his throat. “Nothing to say? Shall I tell you?” Why wouldn’t he answer? “Xiaotu, trust me, I will give you an answer, but not now.” His voice still carried the same deep affection as before, but now there was an added helplessness, fragility, and panic…
“Wang Xie, give me a reason, give me a reason to believe that what I saw and heard with my own eyes and ears is false. Can you give me that reason?” Her heart truly hurt at that moment, very much. Why wouldn’t he explain? She didn’t want to believe it, but his hesitation and panic confirmed her suspicions. With another sharp move, she left his embrace, using her magic to break free. Cherry blossom petals, hard as steel, flew towards his wrist. She acted on impulse, and when she saw him not dodging, she regretted it. Two petals deeply embedded into his palm, blood staining his cold hands. Then, she untied the light blue ribbon from her waist, which fluttered under the hem of her dress, now stained with red blood. Why didn’t he dodge? Impulse is the devil…
“Xiaotu, are you calm now? Stop causing trouble.” His hands still hadn’t loosened from her waist, filled with possessive desire.
