Chapter 698 Crazy Demands
Xia Weibao couldn’t even see where Lu Hualiang was.
My God, how much had he smoked!
Lu Hualiang would occasionally smoke or drink, but that was only during meals and social gatherings.
Usually very little.
Especially at home, he might sometimes drink a little, but he would never smoke because she disliked the smell.
Yet today, he smoked so much!
Once she adjusted to the dim light, Xia Weibao walked in the direction of the office desk.
She barely made out the man sitting there like a king, surrounded by a persistent haze of smoke.
He was like a deity amidst the clouds, ethereal yet also emanating an indescribable loneliness and sorrow.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Xia Weibao asked tentatively.
Lu Hualiang looked at her with complex eyes through the hazy smoke.
It was as if an eclipse had blocked out all light, a picture of decay and darkness, utterly devoid of vitality.
"Husband... Ah!"
Her body was suddenly pulled, and Xia Weibao let out a shriek.
Before she could react, she was pressed against the office desk.
Papers rustled and scattered across the floor.
Before she could gather her wits, Lu Hualiang had already grabbed her pants and yanked them down.
And he quickly untied the sash of his robe...
This series of actions terrified Xia Weibao, sending chills down her spine.
The onslaught continued!
"Lu Hualiang... Ah... Be gentle... There’s a desk behind... Mmm..."
Without any warning, all her struggles were swallowed up by the man’s icy lips.
He had just been smoking, and his mouth was filled with the taste of tobacco.
Xia Weibao, an ancient person, had never encountered these substances before, so she especially detested the smell of smoke.
She resisted desperately, but it was useless.
The man was like a beast bereft of reason, rudely sealing her lips and wildly claiming what he sought.
Xia Weibao felt that the office desk behind her was about to fall apart.
The formerly steadfast desktop computer had been knocked to one side, and as for the pens and such, they were already shaken to and fro, rolling onto the floor.
Too intense, the madness in the study room was even more so than last night!
She was held by the man, her back against the desk, her legs dangling without support.
She could only cling to his waist.
Her hands were also tightly wrapped around his neck to avoid falling.
Such movements only further accommodated the man’s unrestrained actions.
Her back was searing with pain from the strong friction against the desk, probably turning quite red.
However, even more painful was that particular spot...
Xia Weibao’s breath was ragged, her face flushed, and her expression, tinged with desire, was one of pain or pleasure...
At that moment, the man’s face was cold and fierce, his ink-stained eyes like a storm.
If one only looked at his expression and ignored his actions, it would seem he was venting a vast rage rather than engaging in this act of bodily and emotional union.
"Husband... Take it slow... Be gentle, you bastard!"
Xia Weibao was tormented to the point of sobbing, her little fists raining down on his shoulders, yet still unable to stop the man’s frenzy.
She arched her body and bit down hard on the man’s shoulder, feeling like she was going to die!
However, he showed no sign of stopping, becoming even more frenzied.
It was as if a dark claw, laden with a heavy, sinister aura, reached out from a deep abyss, dragging her further down...
"Who am I!"
The man, who had been brooding while working, suddenly spoke up.
His voice was like a chill from the Arctic Land, cold without a hint of warmth.
It was just the crushing low pressure that left people breathless.
"Say it! Who am I!"