vstars Chapter 92 Please Stop
Chapter 92 Please Stop
Zhu Ziqing secretly glanced at Tan Haoyu, only to see a turbulent undercurrent in his eyes.
Those deep eyes seemed to conceal an endless storm, filling her with deep fear and confusion.
Tan Haoyu stood there quietly, and time passed by, second by second.
He waited for Zhu Ziqing's explanation, but it never came.
The tension in his heart gradually tightened, and his emotions began to slowly spiral out of control.
Suddenly, he darted forward, reached out, and pulled Zhu Ziqing into his arms.
Tan Haoyu's kisses fell like a storm.
It was filled with barely suppressed anger, as if he were severely punishing Zhu Ziqing.
His lips started at Zhu Ziqing's neck and spread wildly all the way down.
Its movements were fierce and domineering, carrying an irresistible force.
Zhu Ziqing was terrified by this sudden action, and a strong sense of fear and unease welled up in her heart.
She pushed Tan Haoyu away with all her might, using every ounce of her strength to resist his advances.
"Tan Haoyu, no!" Her voice was choked with sobs and filled with despair.
However, Tan Haoyu seemed to have lost his mind and ignored her resistance.
Instead, he kissed and caressed her even more domineeringly, and even tore at her dress with both hands.
Zhu Ziqing was heartbroken and tears streamed down her face.
Her voice was hoarse from crying and struggling, and she was completely exhausted.
"Tan Haoyu, please stop..." Her plea was filled with helplessness.
Perhaps it was this desperate plea that finally touched a sliver of reason deep within Tan Haoyu's heart.
The rough kiss came to an abrupt end, and the force that had been holding her captive suddenly loosened.
Tan Haoyu slowly raised his head.
His gaze was fixed intently on Zhu Ziqing, his eyes filled with emotions as complex as the deep night sky.
There was anger, pain, helplessness, and a hint of barely perceptible pity.
Zhu Ziqing's shoulders trembled slightly, and tears fell like broken pearls, wetting her skin that Tan Haoyu had just ravaged.
Her eyes were filled with sorrow and grievance, and in those brimming tears, Tan Haoyu's discomposure was clearly reflected.
Tan Haoyu stared at the weeping Zhu Ziqing, a sudden realization dawning on him, a look of confusion on his face.
His brow furrowed slightly, as if asking himself: Why did I lose control like this?
The surging waves of emotion I felt just moments ago still seemed to be churning in my heart.
But at this moment, Zhu Ziqing's tears gradually extinguished the doubts, leaving only a heart full of confusion and regret.
Tan Haoyu slowly approached Zhu Ziqing, his movements so gentle as if he were afraid of disturbing her.
He lowered his head slightly and gently kissed away the tear stains on Zhu Ziqing's cheek.
Her voice carried a hint of guilt and self-blame: "Qing'er, I'm sorry, I... I don't know what's wrong with me."
Then he turned around and hurried toward the door.
With a loud bang, the door slammed shut.
Zhu Ziqing was suddenly left alone in the room.
She stood there blankly, staring at the closed door, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Zhu Ziqing slowly lowered her head, her gaze falling on her torn dress, the tattered fabric seeming to represent her broken heart.
Her eyes reddened again, and she felt as if countless needles were pricking her heart. Tears almost welled up in her eyes again.
But she took a deep breath and forced back her tears.
She began to repeatedly reflect on her feelings for Tan Haoyu.
She knew all too well that her past was like a dark cloud, always hanging over her heart.
She was afraid that once Tan Haoyu learned about her past, he would misunderstand her and even look down on her.
"Tan Haoyu, how would you view me?" she murmured to herself.
The room was so quiet that only Zhu Ziqing's soft breathing could be heard.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the buzzing of a cell phone, startling Zhu Ziqing.
She slowly walked to the table and saw that the caller ID showed a string of unfamiliar numbers.
But for some reason, she felt that the number was somewhat familiar.
Zhu Ziqing was caught in a fierce internal struggle.
To answer or not to answer? This thought kept swirling in her mind.
She bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to listen to what the other person had to say.
She extended her slightly trembling finger and pressed the answer button.
A gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ziqing, it's me, Yahan. Let's meet tomorrow."
Upon hearing this voice, Zhu Ziqing froze instantly.
The image of Li Siqi's comment on Zhu Yahan's voice came to mind: seemingly gentle, but actually harboring scheming intentions.
She recalled the complicated and tangled relationship between Zhu Yahan and Wan Qingsha.
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Zhu Ziqing's heart, a mixture of surprise and unease.
She didn't know why Zhu Yahan would suddenly call to invite her to meet.
Is there some conspiracy waiting for her again?
"Zhu Yahan, what exactly do you want?" she asked herself, a hint of unease in her eyes.
Zhu Ziqing gripped her phone tightly, staring at the flashing caller ID, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
When she answered the phone, she remained silent, unable to utter a single word.
Zhu Yahan on the other end of the phone seemed a little anxious, and tried to call out affectionately again, "Qingqing... Mom also asked me to come over."
That gentle voice, through the phone's receiver, went straight into Zhu Ziqing's ears.
Just like back then, it's full of charming and melodious beauty.
Zhu Ziqing couldn't help but recall Li Siqi's description of the charm of Zhu Yahan's voice.
No man could resist Zhu Yahan's seductive voice.
No wonder Wan Qingsha was so quickly seduced by Zhu Yahan after they met.
This voice was like a key, instantly unlocking a long-sealed door deep in Zhu Ziqing's memory, and all the past events surged forth like a tide.
Zhu Ziqing and Zhu Yahan were sisters.
Three years ago, Zhu Yahan orchestrated the violent doxing incident that caused Zhu Ziqing unbearable pain.
From that moment on, their friendship was completely severed.
In Zhu Ziqing's heart, Zhu Yahan was no longer the trustworthy older sister, but only endless resentment remained.
Li Siqi's evaluation of Zhu Yahan's voice undoubtedly added fuel to the fire of Zhu Ziqing's dissatisfaction with Zhu Yahan.
That so-called "seductive voice that was born to seduce men over the phone" seemed to become strong evidence of Zhu Yahan's immoral behavior, making Zhu Ziqing even more determined to hate her.