"Vivi, in this lifetime, there can only be you for me. So, in your lifetime, there can only be me."
On the vast and pure white bed, the slender and sturdy body of the young man pressed against the girl beneath him, his delicate lips lingering on the girl's collarbone.
"Let me go," the girl's voice carried a hint of breathlessness.
"Don't you like me?" The kissing stopped, and his chin slowly lifted, his beautiful eyes fixed firmly on the girl in front of him.
It was a very focused gaze, in his pupils, in the color of his eyes, all imprinted with her face, as if his eyes held only her existence. "Then who do you like?" His eyebrows raised slightly, delicate yet gloomy.
The girl's heart trembled, and she remained silent.
In the next moment, he grabbed her right hand, his mouth enveloping her fingers, sucking, licking, spitting out and sucking in again, repeating the action as if her fingers were his most cherished toy at this moment.
Sighing, she said, "No, I haven't liked anyone." As she spoke, she twisted her wrist, trying to free her fingers from his grasp.
But his strength was too strong, rendering her struggles useless.
His thin lips lifted slightly, a shallow smile forming at the almost perfect corner of his mouth. "Fortunately, you didn't mention another man's name. Otherwise, I would kill him."
She felt her scalp go numb. "Asher, you're just a lunatic!"
"Well, I am a lunatic." He brought the back of her hands to his lips, gently kissing them. "Vivi, I'm only crazy for you."
He said it so casually, so nonchalantly, yet it sent shivers down her spine.
It seemed like an obvious fact, ever since that year when he tightly grabbed her skirt, his world had become consumed by her.
"Like me, Vivi, I want you to like me!" His knees easily parted her legs, getting closer to her softness.
She stared at him, his lips still pressed against the back of her hand, moist and hot, lingering intensely. His obsession was something she couldn't comprehend, treating her like a toy and yet demanding an answer.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "First, let go of me, my hand hurts."
"It hurts?" He frowned slightly but didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he extended his tongue, gently licking the area on her wrist that he had pinched red. "If you like me, it won't hurt."
"Do you like me?" she countered.
"Yes, I do," his answer was without hesitation.
"Do you know what I truly want?" she continued to ask.
He stared at her unwaveringly, then lowered his eyelids, bowing his head, his lips pressing against her neck, through the warmth of her skin, feeling the flow of her blood. "Hmm? What is it that you truly want?"
"Let me go," she replied, and suddenly, she felt a pain in her neck.
His teeth fiercely bit into her neck, as if trying to pierce through her flesh and break her artery.
It hurt, but she didn't make a sound, not until his lips left her neck, and his hand caressed her cheeks.
His alluring lips were dyed with a deep crimson, those beautiful eyes resembling white lotuses were deeply imprinted with her face.
"Alright, Vivi, whatever you want, I will give it to you. If you want me to let you go, then I will." He spoke calmly.She was taken aback, finding it hard to believe what she had just heard. He would let her go so easily?But then, his voice continued, "However, I'll only let you go for ten years. After ten years, you must love me and belong to me alone."A faintly seductive smile appeared on the corner of the boy's lips, but his gaze towards her was heavy and lifeless, like a dead sea.Slowly, he lifted his right hand and hooked his little finger with her left hand. "Pinkie promise, unchanging for a hundred years. Vivi, this is what you taught me."She stared at their intertwined fingers, looking at his face so close to hers.Yes, that was something she taught him, the gesture of a promise.And now, he was making a promise to her that they couldn't go back on!While working as a waitress at night, Vivienne overheard Lily, another waitress, mentioning that a notable figure had arrive
The guests, whether standing or sitting, had expressions of disdain, amusement, or pure curiosity. Only one person, with his head lowered, calmly played with his phone as if the scene before him had nothing to do with him.From Vivienne's perspective, she could see the near-perfect profile of the man: a straight nose, jet-black hair falling over his smooth forehead due to his lowered head, and his eyes concealed. Even so, she could still sense that he was an incredibly handsome man.The familiar side profile caused Vivienne's body to stiffen suddenly.The manager beside her said, "Vivienne, quickly serve the guests their drinks."Before Vivienne could respond, the man who had been casually playing with his phone suddenly raised his head and looked in her direction.A refined face, a clean jawline, and the eyes hidden beneath his bangs—beautiful like a blooming white lotus. In the dim light, they seemed to be shrouded in a trance, then transformed into a focused gaze, like a net envelo
"What do you mean?" Before anyone could react, they heard a cracking sound. Along with the sound of bones dislocating, a scream echoed through the private room. The man's right hand was twisted unnaturally, but Asher remained expressionless, fingers still locked at the man's right hand joint.Not only his wrist, but he even broke the bones of the man's fingers. It was cruel and ruthless! As if he was merely doing something ordinary and simple, just like an ordinary person eating or drinking tea.The man screamed in agony, and a few customers who were initially stunned rushed forward, attempting to intervene. However, their persuasion had no effect whatsoever.Vivienne stared in astonishment at Asher. He was still the same as before, capable of displaying such expression and performing ruthless acts.The screams grew fainter, gradually fading away. If he didn't stop soon, the man's condition would likely worsen."That's enough," Vivienne spoke up. Two simple words, but they made Asher,
Vivienne was led out of the private room by Asher, and the manager hurriedly pulled Lily away as well. The remaining people at the table looked at each other in confusion. Some of them sent the man with the broken hand to the hospital, while others engaged in casual conversation."Hey, Caelan, you've been with the Young Master for the longest time. Do you know that girl?" one person asked curiously.Caelan, dressed in military uniform with the insignia of a lieutenant colonel on his shoulders, replied, "I don't know her, but...""But what?" someone prompted."It's nothing," Caelan furrowed his brows slightly and shook his head.What Caelan didn't say was that he had heard rumors before. It was said that Asher had once cared deeply about a girl. Overnight, he destroyed the city's largest nightclub for her. He also took a set of stunningly beautiful photos that caused a sensation. But in the end, he made the woman disappear from his life, forbidding anyone to mention her name, as if she
"Not used to it?" His voice suddenly resonated in the car.She paused for a moment before realizing what he was asking. "Yes, it's not easy. After all, we haven't seen each other in so many years.""Yeah, it's been a long time," his eyelashes flickered, his gaze still fixed firmly on her face. "But every day, I've been thinking about you."Her body stiffened, and she heard him ask again, "What about you? Have you thought of me?"Vivienne didn't know how to respond all of a sudden, and Asher frowned displeasedly. "Seems like you haven't."She remained silent, and he lowered his head, his lips kissing the palm of her right hand as if leaving an imprint.Her palm grew warm.He looked up, a faint smile on his face. "From now on, you can think of me as much as you want because you belong to me, Vivi."His voice was cold and commanding.She belonged to him!She had heard this sentence countless times ten years ago, but she never expected to hear it again after all these years."Asher, I don
The kiss was intense, frantic, and restless. But she clenched her teeth tightly, resisting his intrusion, and struggled with all her might. Suddenly, he raised his right hand and exerted a slight force on her chin. "Ah!" A sensation of pain shot through her as the irresistible strength compelled her to open her mouth. His tongue effortlessly entered her oral cavity, entwining with her small tongue, continuously savoring her saliva as if he wanted to consume her completely. "Mmm, Asher, please don't..." Her broken voice escaped her lips, but her struggles meant nothing to him. It only made it easier for him to conquer her mouth. Her mouth was filled with his breath, and his fingers gripping her chin prevented her from closing it. Saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, following the line of her jaw. "Don't think about breaking the promise. You can't break it!" he murmured, his tongue licking and sucking the corner of her lips. Gasping for breath, she used all her strength wi
When Vivienne returned to her dorm room, her roommate Julian was still awake. Seeing her friend's pale face, Julian asked with concern, "What's wrong? You look terrible.""Maybe it's because of the cool night breeze when I came back," she casually made up an excuse, placing her bag down and walking into the bathroom.The mirror in the bathroom reflected her pale complexion, even her lips had lost their color. The words Asher had said to her when he walked her back echoed in her ears."Vivi, I want you to like me, only me!"Could she possibly like someone like him? Even Vivienne herself couldn't explain what her feelings for Asher really were.Sympathy? Pity? Dislike or fear?Vivienne would always remember the first time she saw Asher when she was eight years old. At that time, Asher resembled a quiet Barbie doll, following her all the way from the small park near her house to the doorstep, and shamelessly entering her home with her.When she tried to make him leave, he simply clung on
It wasn't until the other kids in kindergarten started teasing Vivienne that she got angry and said to Asher, "I don't want to play with you anymore!" In that moment, Asher's hollow eyes filled with tears, and he tightly grabbed her skirt, asking in a dry and rigid voice, "Don't you want me?" Vivienne felt her breath being stifled, her chest aching and tender. However, by lunchtime, Asher eagerly pushed his own lunch toward Vivienne and anxiously said, "I'll give you all my things, so you can't reject me. We should be together forever." He looked like an abandoned puppy, desperately trying to please his owner. Little did she know that wolves and dogs might look alike when they're young, but as they grow up, the differences become more pronounced. Even if a wolf appears gentle, deep down it has a savage nature. The next day, Julian looked at Vivienne's dark circles and asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?" "Yeah," Vivienne mumbled. Memories from her childhood kept flashing in her