The Surrogate Bride of the Colonel He

C112 – Dog Skin Ointment

“What the hell! Hee Jingyan, let go! You’re crushing me!” Xu Yangyi protested as Hee Jingyan hoisted him onto the bed, resisting the man’s weight to no avail.

“Damn it, can’t you be gentler? Am I some kind of punching bag to you?”

Xu Yangyi seethed with anger, contemplating getting cleaned up despite his mood.

Xu Yangyi was taken aback when Hee Jingyan, without a word, began unbuttoning his military attire.

“What on earth are you doing, Hee Jingyan?” Xu Yangyi exclaimed, growing instantly alarmed as Hee Jingyan started removing his clothes.

Realizing Hee Jingyan’s intentions, Xu Yangyi panicked, lashing out and kicking him, “You promised you wouldn’t touch me! Let go of me…”

Despite his efforts to resist, Xu Yangyi found himself overpowered by Hee Jingyan’s determined hold, his panic mounting.

Hee Jingyan’s silence and menacing expression only added to Xu Yangyi’s fear. Was Hee Jingyan truly angry? What if he let go? Surely he couldn’t be that much stronger than Xu Yangyi?

The mere thought terrified Xu Yangyi.

Normally, even in jest, Hee Jingyan would assert his dominance.

But now, the atmosphere felt distinctly different.

“Say something, Hee Jingyan. You’re scaring me!”

Fearing the worst, Xu Yangyi’s complexion paled as he resolved to fight back, unwilling to yield even in the face of potential danger.

Yet, no matter how fiercely he struggled, the outcome remained unchanged. If he truly exerted himself, Xu Yangyi knew he’d be effortlessly subdued by Hee Jingyan.

Hee Jingyan remained silent in response to Xu Yangyi’s words, opting instead to forcefully tear apart Xu Yangyi’s clothing.

Upon hearing the fabric rending, Xu Yangyi’s complexion drained of color, experiencing fear for the first time. It marked his initial encounter with such treatment, rendering him devoid of the strength to resist.

“No, please stop. Hee Jingyan, release me,” Xu Yangyi pleaded, panic evident in his eyes as he fled. His voice trembled with genuine terror.

Despite Xu Yangyi’s expressions of fear and pleas for release, Hee Jingyan maintained a cold demeanor, impassively stripping Xu Yangyi of his garments.

“Hee Jingyan, please, I’m terrified,” Xu Yangyi whimpered, tears streaming down his face, the intensity of his fear now indescribable.

.. No, this can’t be happening.

Father, please help me, I’m terrified.

Overwhelmed by fear, Xu Yangyi finally succumbed, biting his lip as tears flowed freely, his eyes reflecting profound helplessness.

Witnessing Xu Yangyi’s tears, Hee Jingyan’s senses returned, though his expression remained stern. “You wished to flee, yet now you weep?” His tone exuded a chilling aloofness, devoid of warmth.

Xu Yangyi, let me make one thing clear: you’re fortunate you didn’t escape, or you’d be the one carried back motionless on a stretcher.

The thought of Xu Yangyi’s intended escape further fueled Hee Jingyan’s anger.

“It hurts… I don’t want this,” Xu Yangyi cried, contorting his body in an attempt to evade Hee Jingyan, to no avail.

Ordinarily, Hee Jingyan would indulge in playful banter, sporting a mischievous grin as he teased Xu Yangyi.

Despite Xu Yangyi’s protests, Hee Jingyan persistently clung to him, mockingly referring to him as his spouse. Faced with this unfamiliar demeanor, Xu Yangyi could only express his fear through anguished cries.