jdhmnovel Chapter 109 The Correct Use of Ashtrays
Chapter 109 The Correct Use of Ashtrays
An Ying raised her hand and tried to push Su Jixun away.
But Su Jixun grabbed her arm with his other hand.
He leaned closer, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something: "An Ying..."
An Ying said coldly, "Su Jixun, let me go!"
A man and a woman, alone together, in a hotel room at night.
He acted like he was drunk, shoving himself against the wall and whispering in her ear that he liked her.
An Ying felt her heart pounding wildly.
She feels very insecure right now.
My mind is filled with fragments I can't bear to recall... the memory of almost being molested by a teacher at the swimming pool when I was young.
Memories she had tried so hard to forget were now creeping into her mind like ghosts.
A sense of fear crept in.
An Ying didn't care what Su Jixun was saying.
She pounded and punched him with both hands, and kicked his leg.
She even grabbed his face.
He looked like he had gone completely mad.
In the instant of the shove, her fingernail scratched a gash on his cheek.
Su Jixun hissed in pain.
He released his grip on An Ying's hand, took two steps back, and leaned against the wall.
He raised his hand and touched the cut that An Ying had made.
Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep.
It's just a scratch, no bleeding yet.
Su Jixun frowned.
This woman looks like a kitten.
It's actually like a tiger baring its teeth and claws.
Su Jixun was getting impatient.
He pointed to the wound on his face: "An Ying, what do you mean by this? I'm confessing my feelings to you, can't you be serious?"
An Ying retreated several steps, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
Try to keep the distance between the two of you as much as possible.
She looked wary and said in a low voice, "I understand what you want to say, but I don't like you, and I don't like the way you confess. If you continue like this, we can't even be friends anymore. Please leave, right now! I don't want to see you right now!"
Su Jixun was taken aback.
She refused cleanly and decisively.
Eliminate all possibilities.
I do not accept confessions of love.
We can't even be friends anymore.
I don't even want to see him.
Su Jixun was a little annoyed.
He strode forward, shoved An Ying against the table, grabbed her arms with both hands, and shook her violently.
His voice was filled with anger.
The pent-up frustration in my heart could no longer be suppressed.
"An Ying, I like you. I've liked you ever since I was in college!"
"Back then, I couldn't compete with Lu Qiyao. Now that you've finally broken up with him, you have to give me a chance!"
Why do you always seem to ignore me?! What do you mean by rejecting me now?!
"Feelings are cultivated, and you won't even give me a chance to spend time with you! An Ying, this is not fair to me!"
An Ying felt dizzy and nauseous from his shaking.
My stomach was churning, and I couldn't utter a single word.
She's so bad that she could vomit up all her food from tonight just by opening her mouth.
She reached back to the table and touched a cold object...
It looks like an ashtray.
Su Jixun suddenly stopped.
An Ying's shirt collar tie loosened from his shaking.
When An Ying was alone in the room just now, she loosened two buttons on her shirt, and it was only thanks to the tie that held the collar together that she didn't expose herself.
Now her neckline is loosely open.
Su Jixun was already taller than her, and from this angle, he could see the softness spreading down her neck...
Su Jixun's voice became several degrees hoarse.
"An Ying, I will be good to you. I know you have feelings for me too, I know you like me, and I can be very gentle..."
Su Jixun hadn't finished speaking.
An Ying suddenly grabbed the ashtray and smashed it in his face.
Just now, An Ying's fingernails scratched his face, leaving only a slight break in the skin.
This time, the ashtray cut a bloody gash directly onto Su Jixun's jaw.
An Ying's face turned bright red, and she held the blood-stained ashtray as a weapon.
She shouted angrily, "Su Jixun! I never thought you were this kind of person! Get out of my way!"
"When did I ever have feelings for you?! When did I ever like you?!"
"I've always considered you a friend, don't make things up!"
The smell of blood filled the air.
I was already drunk tonight, and after my confession failed, I also got a bruise on my face.
He was rejected by the woman he had secretly loved for many years, who even disliked him so much that she didn't want to be his friend anymore.
It's a disgrace, a huge loss of face.
Su Jixun's eyes were bloodshot, and the desire mixed with alcohol rushed into his mind.
Why do women always like to be stubborn?
Su Jixun chuckled awkwardly, "Lai Yuqiang already told me that you like me..."
An Ying was stunned: How did this get involved with Lai Yuqiang again?!
Su Jixun took off his gold-rimmed glasses and ripped off his tie.
The man who was gentle and scholarly in front of outsiders has disappeared.
Instead, there was a man with cold eyes and an indifferent expression.
He stared coldly at An Ying, whose clothes were disheveled.
An Ying's fingertips trembled slightly.
The air in the room seemed to freeze.
Suddenly, Su Jixun took a step forward and snatched the ashtray from An Ying's hand.
Men are very strong.
An Ying's wrist was throbbing with pain from his pulling.
It hurt so much she wanted to cry.
The ashtray in her hand slammed onto the carpet with a thud.
The "weapon" is gone.
Su Jixun raised his hand and used his tie to tie An Ying's wrists, then pushed her onto the bed.
He then pressed down on her ankle.
Su Jixun said coldly, "Let me be blunt, I want to sleep with you. I've wanted to sleep with you since the first time I saw you in college. I didn't touch you before because of Lu Qiyao's brotherhood. Now what makes you think you can resist me?"
"I confessed my feelings to you properly, but you didn't accept it and even made a scene. You brought this on yourself."
"When you hit me with the ashtray, didn't you think you'd be tied to the bed and humiliated?"
An Ying's hands were tightly bound with a tie, making it impossible for her to move.
She sobbed and cried.
Regret.
It was the first time I'd ever hit someone with an ashtray; I had no experience.
I was so scared just now that I held my hand tightly.
They should have just smashed a hole in his head.
Su Jixun reached out and touched An Ying's cheek, his smile almost maniacal.
"Why are you crying? You'll be crying later, even if you beg me..."
As he spoke, he reached out to pull up An Ying's skirt while unbuckling her belt.
Suddenly, Su Jixun felt a tightness on the back of his neck.
A sudden force pulled him up and slammed him against the wall.
thump—
Su Jixun was dragged by this powerful force and slammed into the wall.
His bleeding jaw slammed against the wall.
The pain made him dizzy.
Su Jixun got up from the ground and cursed, "Who the hell is it that's blind enough to ruin my good time..."
Before he could finish speaking, he looked up and saw the person in front of him, and his face instantly turned pale.
Fu Chengli stood steadily in front of the bed.
He glanced at An Ying on the bed, then reached out and pulled the blanket over her.
His gaze slowly shifted away, his sharp eyes sweeping across the surroundings.
There were signs of a struggle in the room.
Looking down, I saw an ashtray on the ground, stained with blood.
Then he looked at Su Jixun's bleeding jaw.
Suddenly I understood everything.
He bent down to pick up the ashtray and looked at An Ying indifferently, saying, "Watch carefully, this is how you use an ashtray."
The next second, he suddenly swung his hand and smashed the ashtray on Su Jixun's head.
Bangdang——.
A thin crack appeared at the bottom of the sturdy ashtray.
Su Jixun groaned in pain as blood flowed from his head.
In the blink of an eye, his entire face was covered in blood.
He fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious.
An Ying was so frightened that she couldn't speak coherently: "He...how could you...he's dead?!"