Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here
chapter-1038

Qi Chimu’s heavy and ambiguous breaths mixed with her lips and teeth. In the darkness and the candlelight, the clandestine entanglement was boiling hot.

Bai Weiwei’s hands were sore from his grip, and her tongue was numb. She trembled uncontrollably.

Qi Chimu’s mind was unclear. His normally forbearing hatred became a desire to dominate.

He wasn’t distressed for her.

He just wanted to ruin her.

Seeing her lying powerlessly beneath him, trembling fearfully, it truly satisfied his unspeakably horrifying desires.

His body pressed against her.

It was another unfamiliar and peculiar sensation.

Women’s bodies are incredibly soft.

Due to his weak health in his previous life, he had never been close to any woman.

So he was a bit unfamiliar with female body structure.

After all, the eye sees, the book depicts.

A description was not as clear as embracing one himself.

Her milky white neck, in the darkness, revealed a fragile and helpless curve.

Like it would snap with a single pinch.

Qi Chimu reached up, unable to stop himself from grasping her neck. As though bewitched, he lowered his head and licked it.

The fragrance was rich, but it wasn’t sweet. It was creamy and clean.

Bai Weiwei trembled. She felt Qi Chimu’s fingers, cold and with domineering strength, suppress her powerless struggles.

She gritted her teeth. Her voice trembled violently. “Get up, bastard.”

Qi Chimu was silent. The grievances accumulated over two lifetimes were vented onto her body.

There was no compassion in his kisses or fingers. Everything was rough and crude.

Hating that he couldn’t crush her in his arms.

Everywhere his lips roamed, he left red marks on her skin.

Men gained from experiences with women. The limp body, the fragility that could only powerlessly accept it–all of it aroused the most savage and possessive aspect of his heart.

A bestial nature that belonged only to men.

Qi Chimu suddenly heard the sound of a choked sob.

In the darkness, it seemed particularly pitiful and helpless.

His lashes fluttered, and he finally raised his deep, dark eyes to look at her.

Bai Weiwei bit her lip, looking at him with eyes full of tears. Soft and innocent, fearful and aggrieved.

Qi Chimu paused his movements.

He heard her cry out softly and helplessly, “Biao ge, you’re hurting me.”

This ‘biao ge’ charmed its way into the heart, hooking out his soul.

He clearly knew that she had bad intentions.

But he discovered that her crying was so pitiful–

–and beautiful.

“It hurts. Let me go, please.”

Completely lacking in courage or spine.

Begging for mercy with this bit of pain, unable to stand even the slightest anguish.

And he hadn’t even started to torment her–

–before she surrendered.

Bai Weiwei cried like a little kitten, her lashes wet with tears. “Let me go, let go. It h-hurts.”

Such pitiful suffering. Who knew how much bullying she’d suffered.

Qi Chimu’s fingers loosened. His deep gaze still held a burning brightness.

During this bit of hesitation, Bai Weiwei broke free from the fingers shackling her and shoved him aside.

Then, with a flushed, tear-stained face, the miserably bullied young maiden fled, gripping the collar of her clothes.

Her fleeing figure was like that of being chased by an evil spirit.

The woodshed door was open, bringing in the freezing snow.

Qi Chimu remained there dully for a moment before sitting upright.

His body was full of heat, practically burning his heart and making him suffer, with no way to resolve it.

The cold of the snow was unable to reduce his internal heat.

Qi Chimu was silent for a long time before gritting his teeth and scolding himself. “How could you have this thought?”