Chapter 87: Descent Into Loss Of Control
Liang Chaosu immediately pulled her into his arm, stopping her from crouching, “What’s wrong, now we’re changing to consecutive moves—”
He frowned suddenly, his gaze falling on her flushed eye sockets. Wu Yingying’s eyeballs twitched, exhibiting an involuntary, continuous movement.
Bai Ying perceived something was wrong and pushed him away to check on Liancheng.
Liancheng waved her hand and stood up straight. She recovered from that dizzying moment, her vision clearing, but a churning sensation rose in her stomach. Before she could speak, she rushed to the restroom.
Liang Chaosu’s face was gloomy. He strode to the doorway and stopped. Bai Ying blocked the door, saying he couldn’t go in.
“A woman’s personal matters are all private. If you’re rude again, I’ll call security.”
Liancheng leaned over the sink, twisting on the faucet with one hand. The sound of running water masked her retching.
Perhaps she hadn’t eaten anything that morning, the sour water from refluxing surged to her throat and then receded. After several attempts, she was so uncomfortable that tears welled up.
Outside the door, Bai Ying’s voice became indistinct, gradually growing louder, “…sick? Of course, she’s mentally ill! You’ve pushed her to the point where she can’t eat or sleep, she’s dizzy, has stress vomiting, even dreams of King Yama demanding her life. Push her a couple more times, and you’ll see her on the rooftop, or by the river, or at the very least, lying in your Liang family’s bathtub, with a slash of her wrist, sleeping soundly forever.”
Liang Chaosu’s patience was wearing thin. “Move aside.”
Liancheng knew Bai Ying’s temperament: she responded to kindness but not force, she met strength with strength, and she was firm when needed. As for Liang Chaosu, he was impervious to both softness and hardness, he wouldn’t take being provoked, he wouldn’t endure insults, and he was vindictive. If he really put it on his ledger, even bringing up Father Liang through Uncle Bai wouldn’t save someone from his wrath.
She splashed some cold water on her face, the icy chill clearing her head.
Liancheng opened the door. Water droplets not yet wiped off dripped onto her eyelashes. She forced herself not to close her eyes, but her vision blurred. The scent of Liang Chaosu’s clothes entered her nostrils, a deep, cold fragrance that awakened her more than the cold water.
“You haven’t eaten?”
Liancheng felt his rough fingers brush across her wet temples. The cold water stain spread on her skin. “When you arrived, I was about to eat.”
Bai Ying immediately chimed in, “The reservation time for the restaurant is almost up. Let’s go now.”
Liang Chaosu pushed her aside, his arm around Liancheng as he walked out. “She’s not going. You do as you please.”
Bai Ying tried to stop them again, but Liancheng signaled with the back of her hand.
After leaving the room, Bai Ying didn’t follow.
Liancheng watched the numbers on the elevator display screen descend. “Are you going to take me for a check-up?”
It was just the two of them in the elevator. It was silent, the air thin.
Liang Chaosu’s gaze rested on her face, his eyes deep and suppressed, like the surface of a calm sea, with turbulent currents beneath.
“Are you still bleeding?”
Liancheng turned to look at him. “It’s not bleeding if it’s your menstrual period.”
Liang Chaosu lowered his head to gaze at her, from her beautiful yet pronounced eyebrows, he meticulously traced down to the tiny mole on her nose tip, her slightly pursed lips, their plump lines, the color like melted rose juice, dripping into his pupils, making the world feel like early spring.
Liancheng suddenly jerked her head back.
But it was a second too late.
Her back of the head was cupped by a broad, thick hand. Their lips and tongues were like a broken dam overwhelmed by a flood; no matter how strong the defense, it was no match for him.
Hard teeth collided with hers, a powerful, hot tongue tangled with hers, his deep eyebrows mere inches away.
Liancheng had never had any kissing morals; she never closed her eyes.
As for Liang Chaosu, solely based on his appearance, Liancheng couldn’t find anyone to compare him to.
His facial features were already striking, and he possessed a unique aura and charm.
He was austerely handsome, profoundly dignified, with a simple and abstemious lifestyle. He didn’t smoke, didn’t drink excessively, his breath was always fresh, with a hint of coolness that mirrored him. Yet, amidst his surging passion, when heated, he was irresistible, like a god tempted by a sorceress, breaking taboos, falling, and transforming into a mad demon in the darkness.
Liancheng could feel him slowly losing control, sinking.
“Liang—” She uttered one word. Through a slight gap in their parted lips, she saw an auntie outside the elevator door drop her large scallion in shock and quickly cover the eyes of the little boy by her leg.
“Young couple, indecent—”
The elevator door closed again. Liancheng felt suffocated, both psychologically and physically.
Liang Chaosu leaned down, silhouetted against the light, his face shrouded in shadow. “We’re not going to the hospital.”
Liancheng got off the elevator on the second floor, feeling dizzy. The hallway looked crooked, and her feet felt like they were treading on cotton as she stumbled. She stubbornly asked, “Really not going?”
Liang Chaosu half-carried, half-supported her. Hearing her words, he looked at her again.
Her eyes were misty, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. Compared to her reddened, swollen lips, she looked like she was about to cry but was also dazed. She was both pitiful and cute.
It was clear her brain hadn’t caught up yet in such a short time.
A wave of teasing, intense amusement appeared in Liang Chaosu’s eyes and spread across his face. He bent down and lifted her horizontally.
On the steps of the fire escape, he lowered his head and ground his lips against hers, the up-and-down motion taking her a little deeper.
He swallowed all her soft gasps and met her every petulant scratch and struggle.
…………………
It was almost eight in the evening when Liancheng, exhausted, returned to the Liang family home.
Aunt Wang showed her concern. “Liancheng, did you eat dinner? You’re not feeling well, you should rest in bed and don’t move around too much.”
Liancheng hadn’t gone to the hospital that afternoon, but she had been taken back to Jade Mansion. Her menstrual period was running low, but fortunately, there were still a few traces of blood. After hours of pushing and shoving, it hadn’t escalated into a major disaster.
As he left, Liang Chaosu’s eyes were like a wolf’s.
Liancheng dared not think about how terrifying a fierce wolf, who had been impatiently caged for forty-nine days and was finally released, would be.
“I’ve eaten, Aunt Wang.” Liancheng still had food stuck in her throat.
She had found it incredibly difficult to eat these two meals, lunch and dinner.
After Aunt Wang left, she called Bai Ying to report her discovery. “I think I’ve lost my sense of taste. Everything I eat is bitter, I have no appetite at all, I get very dizzy, and I feel faint easily.”
Bai Ying’s fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard. “You can’t eat, do you feel hungry? What kind of dizziness is it? Do you feel dizzy even when you’re not moving?”
Liancheng lay weakly on the bed. “I don’t feel hungry. As for the dizziness… when I see Liang Chaosu, I get dizzy.”
Bai Ying paused distinctly. “So, this phone call, am I just a part of your elevator play with Liang Chaosu?”
Liancheng’s phone trembled. “You know?”
“I know.” Bai Ying’s tone was eerily calm. “Well, Auntie lives across from me and recognized you immediately. Liang Chaosu heartlessly blocked the auntie outside the elevator, but didn’t he come up to my door to talk about it?”
Liancheng was extremely ashamed. “Let me die. Good things don’t happen to me, but bad things like incest do.”
Bai Ying finally laughed this time. “Don’t worry, I told Auntie. She won’t spread it around. Your pregnancy reaction has started. Even if you have no appetite, you must eat three meals a day. If you absolutely cannot swallow anything—”
She became serious. “If you can’t eat, that’s the worst-case scenario.”
Liancheng, about to vomit, managed to swallow again, enduring the nausea. “Will this situation last long?”
“Your bleeding has stopped, right?” Bai Ying asked. “If you don’t get any more shots, the medication will metabolize out in three to four months.”
Liancheng asked a few more questions and hung up the phone.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. “Liancheng, are you asleep? Father wants to talk to you.”
