Chapter 15: The Madness Ends

Chapter 15: The Madness Ends

I sensed the resistance and rejection from the person in my arms.

Instead of backing down, he pressed even harder, his burning lips moving to her earlobe, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive flesh.

It raised a few tiny goosebumps.

The hand gripping her waist tightened suddenly, almost lifting her up and pressing her against him. Lin Mianmian gasped, forced to feel the hard, burning sensation of his chest.

"Let me go!" Lin Mianmian struggled fiercely, pounding on his hard chest.

He hugged her even tighter, as if he wanted to meld the little girl into his very bones: "Mianmian, don't move, let me hold you for a while, please."

Slowly, Xie Lin's toughness disappeared completely. Now, like a puppy, he buried his head in the little girl's neck, begging his master to have pity on him, feeling extremely aggrieved: "Mianmian, you bastard, you messed with me, so you can't just abandon me."

"Do you think I'm not as good as that pretty boy who sells candied hawthorns?"

He placed his small hands on his abs, his alluring peach blossom eyes glancing at Lin Mianmian with a moist look.

"Please tell me, okay? Just tell me and I'll change. If it's not sexy enough, I'll learn how."

Lin Mianmian remained silent. "I'm taking my medicine properly. I haven't had an attack in a long time." "Please don't leave me, Mianmian." Xie Lin had lost his usual arrogance and backbone, pitifully begging his wife to love him.

“We’ll break up after three months of talking, you said it yourself.”

"Besides, I already kept my promise that time, so please let me go, Xie Lin." The girl's expression was indifferent.

"It doesn't count! Were you unhappy about that time?" Xie Lin hugged Lin Mianmian tightly.

"Or, I'll put a dog leash on you in the car, dress you in a maid outfit, and do whatever you want to me, baby, okay?" His fingertips gently traced Lin Mianmian's soft face, with a morbid possessiveness.

"Mom," Xie Lin's sexy voice was laced with lust.

"Xie Lin! You...you bastard!" Lin Mianmian was both ashamed and angry. Her body went weak from his explicit words and actions. She wanted to curse him, but her voice was soft and lacked any strength.

Xie Lin chuckled softly, then suddenly released her hand.

Calloused fingertips probing restlessly, slowly caressing the sexy lower abdomen, highly provocative: "Want to see my Kitty tattoo?"

That bastard shouted again, his voice so magnetic and sexy it could steal your soul.

"Let go...don't touch there..." She twisted her body trying to avoid it, her voice surprisingly soft and delicate.

The man was pleased, causing Lin Mianmian to tremble uncontrollably.

"Don't touch there? Here?" Xie Lin deliberately misinterpreted the situation.

She uncontrollably fell into his arms, her forehead pressed against his firm chest, the scent of cedar mixed with a faint tobacco wafting towards her.

"Tsk," Xie Lin snorted with satisfaction, then pulled her tightly into his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, his chest vibrating with deep laughter. "You say no, but your body is quite honest."

"Baby, you smell so good, like a soft and sweet little cake." Xie Lin took a deep breath of her scent with satisfaction.

Lin Mianmian was both angry and anxious. His embrace was like a branding iron, hot and hard, holding her firmly in place.

Because of the disparity in strength between men and women, she could only struggle weakly in his arms, like a fish out of water.

But for Xie Lin, every conflict felt like igniting a fire.

"Behave yourself, baby. If you keep moving, your husband won't be able to hold back."

He leaned down, his burning lips almost touching her ear, each word a declaration of undeniable possessiveness and blatant desire. Lin Mianmian had had enough of the man's torment; her nose stung, and her eyes began to well up with tears.

Xie Lin felt the girl in his arms begin to sob, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed by a small hand, a sour and painful ache. "I want to go back to school," the girl began to sob, her voice trembling with tears that fell to the ground like beads from a broken string.

Damn it, I can't stand seeing a woman cry, especially the woman I love. Xie Lin straightened the girl's clothes and coaxed her gently, "I'm a jerk, but please don't look at other men anymore, okay?"

"I'll go crazy. You're not even allowed to ask for other people's WeChat accounts." Lin Mianmian didn't say anything. Xie Lin was a little hurt, and then took her back to school.

It was quite late when Lin Mianmian got back to her dorm. She washed her face and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Nuan apologizing for not being able to get it. Jiang Nuan replied: "Mianmian, I'm already very happy if you can ask for it for me. It's okay."

Jiang Nuan: Next time I'll put on makeup and take the initiative, hehe! (＾v＾)

Jiang Nuan Furniture: Oh right! Baby, I'm not staying in the dorm tonight, I have to go home for something.

Lin Mianmian: Okay, Nuannuan.

I turned off my phone, washed up, drew my curtains, and went to sleep.

But something seemed wrong when I woke up this morning. The toothpaste I squeezed out had strange particles in it, and my face was red and itchy after using the face wash.

She frowned slightly as she looked at the two new pimples that had appeared on her cheek. How strange.

"What's wrong?" Song Siyi leaned in from behind, lifted her chin with his fingertips, and squinted to examine her. "Tsk, these pimples don't look right."

"Could it be a seasonal allergy?" Lin Mianmian wondered.

Song Siyi didn't say anything, turned around, opened Lin Mianmian's washbasin, picked up her face wash, smelled it, and her eyes suddenly turned cold.

“This isn’t an allergy.” Her red lips curved slightly, but her eyes were cold. “Mianmian, someone has tampered with it.”

The dormitory is a four-person room, so it's impossible for Jiang Nuan to do that, and Song Wanyi has no reason to do it either. Wang Xiaoyu has been acting strangely lately, so it's highly likely to be her.

"Who did this?" Her voice was sweet, yet it inexplicably sent chills down one's spine.

Wang Xiaoyu gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her face pale: "W-what?"

Lin Mianmian walked up to Wang Xiaoyu: "Is it you?"

"I don't understand what you're saying," Wang Xiaoyu retorted stubbornly.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Do you know how disgusting you are? What did Mianmian do to you? Why don't we call the police? If the police come, you won't be able to win any awards this year," Song Wanyi chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoyu broke down in tears, crying uncontrollably: "Why! Why does Lin Mianmian have everything! Xie Lin is so good to her, but all I've met are scumbags!"

Song Siyi: "Are you out of your mind, sis? What does your meeting with that jerk have to do with Mianmian? You two got together after knowing each other for only one day."

“Once I saw your boyfriend with another woman, and I kindly reminded you, but instead of appreciating it, you slandered me, saying I was jealous of you.” Song Siyi was speechless.

"Anyway, you two are both willing to hit and willing to be hit, so let's lock it in."

Then Song Siyi walked up to her and whispered in her ear, "If you dare touch Mianmian's things again," she said softly, but every word was venomous. "I'll make your face so rotten that even scumbags won't want to look at you."

The next day, Wang Xiaoyu voluntarily applied to change dormitories.

Lin Mianmian stared blankly at the empty bed: "Wanyi, what did you say to her?"

Song Siyi was applying lipstick in front of the mirror when she heard this, and her red lips curled into a smile: "It's a secret~"

She turned around and pinched Lin Mianmian's cheek. "Next time something like this happens, just tell me."

He paused, then added meaningfully:

"Or tell your Xie Lin, he'll probably be even fiercer."

Lin Mianmian blushed: "He and I are nothing."

"Okay, okay." Song Siyi had a knowing look on her face.

"I'm back! Family!" Jiang Nuan pushed her suitcase into the dormitory, hugged Lin Mianmian tightly, and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Lin Mianmian laughed and let her fool around. Jiang Nuan ran up to Song Siyi and kissed her affectionately: "Hehe."

"Family members, do you know I saw another super handsome guy on my way back to school just now!"

Jiang Nuan's eyes, which had just lit up, instantly dimmed again: "But the next second a girl walked away praising a handsome guy. When will I ever have a man? Ahhhhh!"

Song Siyi suddenly said, "Sisters, let's go. It's my treat today. I'll take you to a nice place."

As she spoke, Song Siyi took out her phone and opened the photos—a price list for a high-end foot massage parlor, along with photos of several male technicians. They all had broad shoulders, narrow waists, and deep-set eyes. The most eye-catching one was even wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, his slender fingers resting on the customer's ankle. Just looking at the photo made one's ears burn.

Lin Mianmian paused, her fingers moving slightly: "Isn't this inappropriate?"

Jiang Nuan exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, ahhhhh, Mianmian is here!! Ahhhhhh!"

Caught between the two men, Lin Mianmian finally gave in.