Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Tenderness is also Cruelty
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Yet he didn’t know the day she went to hell, he was actually already in hell himself. 4
His hand suddenly pressed hard against her head, pressing her closer against him as if it was the only way to warm up both their cold souls again.
To make both shattered hearts beat again.
Xia Ruoxin slightly opened her eyes, tasting her unexpectedly bitter tears between her lips.
In the room, under the dim lights, their proximity continued from the living room to where they were. He took away her breath, her soul, her everything.
She clutched tightly at his clothes, igniting a feeling of desire she had never experienced before between her fingers. He was never gentle towards her, because other than pain, he only gave her cruelty.
But that night, why had he given her so much more? It was such a loving kiss as their tongues entangled together. She pulled back, but his dominance left her nowhere to hide.
His hands roamed around her body and her clothes dropped to the floor one by one. And so did his, until there was nothing between them.
Xia Ruoxin cowered and pulled back reflexively, clenching her legs tightly together.
Yet again, the relentless pain made her resist by instinct. She was used to the pain, but it still scared her.
Chu Lui’s eyes were deeper than usual. He tenderly placed his hand on her face—unlike in the past—and it made her feel like crying.
“It won’t hurt this time. Trust me.” He continuously whispered comforting words into her ears. His eyes, filled with desire, held much more bold malice. 1
It was not the usual iciness, but it was still a darkness that holds people off.
Xia Ruoxin’s long eyelashes softly fluttered. Her crystal-clear eyes seemed as if they were holding something back. His cruel side was unapproachable, but she was more scared of his gentle side.
She did not understand his sudden change. She was still hesitating, and her body was still resisting. She thought he would sloppily and impatiently finish, caring only for his own pleasure and choosing to hurt her just like in the past.
But this time, he spent such a long time to let her get used to it.
She suddenly felt that she might die, not by his cruelty, but by his gentleness.
It really did not hurt this time. She even felt something she had never before, and it made her heart race indescribably.
Unbeknownst to them, the darkness that had shown no signs of the day had already begun restlessly. The cool breeze blew lightly against the soft curtains.
In the quiet of the night, the mingling of their breaths can barely be heard in the air.
Chu Lui caressed her silky hair as she lay on his arms. It was an entirely different feeling than with Yixuan. Yixuan’s hair was slightly tough, the strands slightly prickly. But hers was soft, so soft that it made him want to ruin it. 6