The forest was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves stirred by the wind and the distant calls of unknown birds.
Sunlight filtered through the foliage, casting golden waves upon the ground and falling on Jing Ji’s bloodstained face, highlighting her heroic features, though she looked tired and haggard.
Mu Xi had initially only intended to slump down anywhere she could, but the forest’s silence made her uneasy, as if some unknown danger was lurking in the shadows—a primal warning from deep within her soul.
She shifted her steps cautiously, approaching Jing Ji, who was resting against a tree.
Jing Ji leaned on the rough bark, her uniform slashed in several places, revealing wounds haphazardly wrapped with Mu Xi’s lace underwear and socks; the pink cloth intertwined with blood created a strange mix of sensuality and misery.
Jing Ji sensed Mu Xi’s approach but didn’t bother lifting her eyelids until Mu Xi sat down beside her, their shoulders barely touching.
Then she raised her eyelids, a sly smirk tugging at her lips as her hoarse voice said, “Yo, that’s more like it. A little pet should stick close to its owner.”
Mu Xi cursed inwardly, ‘Stick close to you, my ass!’
‘When I take charge, I’ll tear that shameless smirk right off your face!’
She gritted her teeth as fury churned within her chest, but after running for so long, all her strength had been drained.
Her body ached as if it were falling apart, and fatigue overwhelmed her.
Her eyelids grew heavy as if filled with lead, and her consciousness began to fade.
The wind rustled the leaves again, sunlight streamed through the canopy warmly and gently, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of soil and trees, occasionally tinged with a faint trace of decayed organic matter.
Mu Xi slipped into a deep sleep, her breathing slow and steady.
Around her drifted a faint sweetness—a mixture of cream, milk, and perfume—clashing oddly with the wild atmosphere of the primeval forest, yet somehow blending in a strange way.
In her dream, Mu Xi found herself in a pool of blood.
Li Xin was not dead; she was rushing toward Mu Xi against the flow of blood like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness.
Mu Xi leapt forward, embracing her, hot tears streaming as she kissed Li Xin’s cold lips.
Li Xin’s passionate response blazed like fire, igniting Mu Xi instantly.
The dream was so vivid it felt like an out-of-body experience—the sensation of their entwined lips was so sharp that it yanked Mu Xi from the nightmare into reality.
She jolted awake, only to realize she was really being kissed.
But it wasn’t Li Xin kissing her—it was Jing Ji.
Jing Ji attacked Mu Xi’s lips like a starving beast, ferociously biting, her saliva mixed with the metallic tang of blood flooding Mu Xi’s mouth.
Mu Xi’s body stiffened instantly, instinctively wanting to push Jing Ji away, but reason crashed over her like a cold tide, drowning out her impulse.
Resisting?
That would only make things worse.
She knew all too well the dark flaw of those with domineering personalities—the more they were resisted, the more excited they became, like a cat toying with a mouse, enjoying the prey’s desperate struggles.
Like the domineering CEO and the timid white rabbit.
Mu Xi forced herself to stay calm, suppressing the rising nausea in her chest, turning herself into a delicate puppet, allowing Jing Ji to take whatever she wanted.
“Do whatever you want. I’ll play the opposite game.”
Jing Ji’s fervent kisses grew rougher, her teeth breaking Mu Xi’s lips, the rusty taste spreading between their mouths.
She chuckled hoarsely, her hot breath spraying near Mu Xi’s ear, “Good girl. I like you like this—obedient and well-behaved.”
Mu Xi’s stomach churned violently, her anger nearly burning away all her reason.
“Obedient and well-behaved?”
One day, she would make Jing Ji kneel on the ground, licking her toes like a dog!
Jing Ji’s kisses deepened, her fingers growing restless, tearing apart Mu Xi’s loose uniform.
Her rough fingertips brushed against Mu Xi’s delicate skin with a nauseatingly aggressive touch.
This, this wasn’t right.
Mu Xi’s mind went blank; this was nothing like she had expected.
She thought that not resisting would let her get through it, but she never imagined Jing Ji’s appetite was so insatiable.
Had her plan of playing opposite failed?
Or was Jing Ji simply playing by no rules at all?
She felt like a fish on a chopping board, helplessly butchered, unable even to call for help.
Jing Ji’s movements became increasingly reckless, as if wanting to tear Mu Xi apart and devour her.
Just as her rough hand was about to reach inside Mu Xi’s pants, she suddenly let out a muffled groan, her body stiffening and freezing in place.
As if her backbone had been ripped away, Jing Ji’s body arched sharply, the weight pressing down on Mu Xi suddenly lifted.
Mu Xi gasped in pain.
Jing Ji’s fierce expression twisted for a moment, and a low curse slipped through her clenched teeth, “Damn it…”
Obviously, her rash movements had pulled at those hastily bandaged wounds, the pain shooting like electricity through her body, making it impossible to keep up her aggressive stance.
Jing Ji propped herself up, glaring angrily at the air as if the pain were an invisible enemy, crushing all her enthusiasm.
Mu Xi exhaled silently, her taut nerves loosening slightly.
A faint, almost imperceptible sneer curved her lips, and her tone slowed a bit.
“Better not overdo it. Out here in the middle of nowhere, there’s no medicine to stop the bleeding. Rip those wounds open again and you’ll bleed out. You want to die?”
Jing Ji snorted disdainfully, as if Mu Xi’s concern was the biggest joke in the world.
She tugged at her lips, wincing as it pulled on her wounds, a flash of pain flickering between her brows, but she forced herself to say, “I don’t need you telling me. The road’s just ahead. Quit babbling and let’s go.”
They moved one after the other, disappearing into the dark forest.
The woods were eerily quiet, only the faint crunch of dry branches and leaves underfoot and the whisper of wind through the treetops.
The moist, decaying odor grew heavier, making it hard to breathe.
After passing through a thicket, the view suddenly opened up.
A dirt path appeared, winding ahead.
The road was rough and uneven, strewn with small stones—clearly an abandoned trail long neglected.
Jing Ji bent down by the roadside, rustling through the bushes.
A soft crackling sound came from within the foliage.
Mu Xi crossed her arms, standing nearby, her silver-white hair dulled slightly in the forest’s shadows.
Soon Jing Ji straightened up, a smug smile on her face.
She beckoned Mu Xi over, “Come here, little one. Look what I found.”
Mu Xi raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, brushing aside the branches Jing Ji had disturbed.
A red motorcycle came into view.
It looked a bit worn but intact.
Against the dim forest backdrop, the bright red stood out vividly.
“A motorcycle?” Mu Xi glanced at Jing Ji, surprised, “You hid it here?”
Jing Ji proudly lifted her chin, “How about that? Surprised?”
She patted the seat with a “thump thump” sound.
“I hid it here just in case. See? Your big sister plans ahead.”
Mu Xi sneered, thinking this was less planning and more scheming.
But there was no time to argue—having a motorcycle was definitely better than walking on foot.
“Impressive,” Mu Xi said flatly, while thinking about how best to use it to escape.
Jing Ji seemed not to notice the half-hearted tone and climbed onto the motorcycle, motioning for Mu Xi.
“Get on.”
“Sit behind?” Mu Xi pointed to the back seat, her voice laced with a hint of hesitation.