Chapter 139 Begging for Mercy

The man covered her mouth with a brutal kiss.

She resisted, trying to retreat.

She even turned her head away.

However, the man gave her no chance to escape.

He placed his palm over her ankle and dragged her forcibly toward him.

The man's tall and straight figure loomed over her.

He raised his powerful arm and pinched her chin.

"Uh..."

She was forced to open her mouth, raising her eyes to look at the man's face, which was shrouded in a faint gloom under the bright lights.

That cold, stern, and handsome face magnified before her eyes as Feng Chenxin lowered his head.

His well-defined fingers were still pinching her jaw with immense strength.

Her lips were forced open and could not close.

The moment his warm, cool lips covered her red lips,

Sheng Ting's brain went blank.

Her lips were blocked once again.

In her anxiety to use the restroom, she tried desperately to make a sound, but the man blocked it all back.

Has this man lost his mind?

Did he not hear that she needed to use the restroom?

She was about to burst.

She was going to explode.

Just as she struggled to turn her head away to avoid the man's thin lips, she saw the dark look in his eyes.

Feng Chenxin's other broad palm cupped the back of her head, pressing her firmly in place.

Aggressively and relentlessly, he pried open her lips. Sheng Ting's eyes widened, and almost subconsciously, she tried to dodge.

Yet the man's grip was tight. As he pinched her chin, her lips remained parted, leaving her with no way to escape.

Their wet lips ground and twisted against each other. A trace of moisture remained at the corner of her mouth.

In the end, it was impossible to tell whether it was the water he had fed her earlier that hadn't been wiped away,

or her own saliva trickling down uncontrollably.

Yet Sheng Ting remained tied up, and Feng Chenxin made no move to wipe it for her.

"Feng..."

She felt as though she was reaching her absolute limit.

Feng Chenxin seemed to sense that she was truly in unbearable distress.

He paused the hand pinching her chin, then lowered his head, his dark eyes gazing at her messy dark hair and the expression on her face that seemed as if she had been bullied.

There was still saliva at the corner of her mouth. His gaze darkened, and his well-defined fingers loosened slightly so that her lips could finally close.

Feng Chenxin asked with a mocking tone, "Still want to go?"

He was referring to going to the restroom.

Obviously.

Sheng Ting glared at him and nodded frantically.

Did he expect her to hold it in by sheer willpower?

Yet she dared not speak recklessly.

Now she was tied to the bed by Feng Chenxin. Without being able to untie the knots, she was completely helpless.

Feng Chenxin was quite satisfied with her wretched appearance. His dark eyes glanced at the lingering moisture at the corner of her mouth, and a playful smirk curved the man's thin lips.

His long, well-defined fingers toyed with a strand of hair across her chest. His voice was low and cold, carrying a perverse sense of amusement in the way he looked down at her.

"Does your promise of compensation still count?"

"It counts," Sheng Ting said hurriedly.

Compensation my foot.

Feng Chenxin, you are simply bullying people.

Taking advantage of someone's vulnerability.

When had Sheng Ting ever suffered such torment?

Yet right now, she was no match for him, nor did she dare to voice her true thoughts.

Otherwise, infuriating him might provoke the dog of a man into doing heaven knows what.

Seeing that her attitude was relatively "sincere," Feng Chenxin glanced at her with a mocking expression and then reached out his hand.

Sheng Ting, assuming he was about to pull another coercive stunt, subconsciously panicked and tried to duck away.

"Heh,"

Feng Chenxin let out a laugh. "So scared of me?"

As if he could actually eat her.

"But Sheng Ting."

Feng Chenxin looked her up and down, his tone heavy with a thick sense of accusation.

It was as if he wanted to remind her that the bitter fruit she was tasting today was only what she deserved for the wrong she had committed in the past.

"You weren't like this when you slept with me."

The man's dark eyes, laced with a hint of intrigue, fell upon her face.

Sheng Ting frowned, her expression genuinely laced with fear; this man was too terrifying.

Was he actually planning on making her wet the bed?

Yet, although the man's eyes held a nonchalant smile—finding a sense of retaliatory pleasure in her current bound, disheveled state with saliva at the corner of her mouth—

he didn't truly have the heart to let it go that far.

His brow furrowed.

He picked her up horizontally in his arms,

and walked toward the bathroom attached to the suite.

"Untie me first."

Sheng Ting was placed down upon the toilet seat.

She needed to use the restroom, for goodness' sake. Tied up like this, how was she supposed to manage anything?

"Hmm?"

Standing over her with a towering posture and dark pupils, Feng Chenxin gazed down at her, then gave a cold, dismissive chuckle.

"Can't you do it like this?"

Sheng Ting raised her eyes, her brows furrowed, the fury in the depths of her gaze threatening to spill over.

If he had the guts, why didn't he try it himself?

Let's see if anyone can use the restroom without taking off their pants.

Though she was only wrapped in a white bath towel that was now loose and slipping off,

with her hands tied, she couldn't move them at all.

Yet she was doing this for her mission.

How could she possibly not be wearing anything underneath?

It was too infuriating.

"I am wearing something underneath."

Sheng Ting paused, deeply depressed inside, yet she still muttered the words out loud.

Her face was burning red.

Hearing this, Feng Chenxin raised an eyebrow, clearly somewhat surprised, and asked with an amused tone,

"Shall I take it off for you?"

"Feng Chenxin, you!"

Sheng Ting's blood pressure was on the verge of spiking.

Yet it was clear the man had no intention of waiting around for long as he asked in a lowered voice,

"Are you going or not?"

Feng Chenxin showed no mercy whatsoever.

He merely gave her a cold-eyed stare, his tone laced with both intrigue and impatience.

"I am!" Sheng Ting was fit to be tied.

Yet Feng Chenxin seemed to possess a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

With a chilling expression and dark, inscrutable emotions lingering in his eyes as he looked at her face,

he watched her about-to-explode appearance.

Having previously leaned sideways against the bathroom doorway, he suddenly stepped forward, causing Sheng Ting to instinctively recoil.

With a defensive look, she asked, "What are you doing?"

Feng Chenxin did not speak.

Instead, she watched as he bent down, his tall figure instantly enveloping her, and Sheng Ting's ear tips turned red.

Feng Chenxin was actually—his fingertips grazed against her skin.

Yet the man's eyes remained shrouded in profound darkness. If he had genuinely waited for her to open her mouth and beg,

she really would have peed in her pants.

Feng Chenxin still understood her quite well.

Perhaps even Sheng Ting herself did not realize how thoroughly she could be seen through by a single person.

The bathroom was bathed in dim, warm light. After a few minutes, the sound of water splashing as hands were washed echoed from within.

Feng Chenxin stood before the vanity, head lowered, as the running stream rinsed his fair, well-defined fingers.

His tall and handsome figure blocked the light from the wall, while Sheng Ting stared at the faint red marks left on her ankles by the constraints, knowing that if she tried to run with the white strips of cloth tied around her feet, she would certainly fall.

This damned man knew perfectly well that she was skilled in martial arts, so he had intentionally tied her up like this.

"Can't you just untie me?"

Sheng Ting seemed to have learned her lesson.

If she continued to go against him, there was no telling what kind of torment he would subject her to next.