[2] The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 299

Jennie raised her hand to beat him again. This time, the man caught hold of her wrist. He lowered his eyes, pressing her down and watching her composedly.

"Looking at your attitude. Are you planning to spend all of your remaining energy beating me up?" The man's voice was light and mild. He did not have any of the frustration she had. It was as though he was only asking her what she wanted for lunch tomorrow.

Jennie's lips were trembling from anger but she could not say anything. After a long day, all she managed to say were the same few words: "You're too frightening..."

Lisa lifted one corner of his lips: "I'll take that as a compliment?"

Jennie turned her head away; she couldn't look at his provoking smile.

She never thought that everything she had come to own in the past three years; all of her struggles, changes, and growth had been within his control. She thought she had finally soared, but it turns out he was still guiding her.

Jennie struggled in his arms. She had used up all her tears, but her eyes remained red. As her fever had yet to drop, her complexion was also red. She appeared as though she had been dunked in boiling water.

He gently touched her hair and caressed her head comfortingly: "All right. Stop making a fuss. I think most of your energy should be used up by now."

He had actually guessed right.

Earlier, even Jennie did not know where her bout of strength had come from. Although she had beat him up for a long time, most of the energy was wasted on the pillow.

Right now, her entire body was soft and aching. She couldn't even lift an arm and could only move her body slightly. However, as the two were tightly pressed together, she could easily sense the change in the man's lower body.

She felt something pressing against her abdomen. Jennie immediately glared at him in hatred: "Shameless bastard! I'm already in such a state yet you're hard!"

The man was originally thinking about how to coax her but was instead teased into a smile by the woman's words.

He watched her with deep eyes and rubbed her hair patiently: "I thought you gained a clear understanding of my desire for you last night. Three years of emptiness; did you think I would be easily satisfied with a single night?"

Jennie was expressionless. However, with her reddened eyes and feverish complexion, she did not appear as cold as she usually did. From his perspective, she even appeared especially adorable.

The smile in the man's gaze deepened: "It's not as if you're unaware that I had my first meal last night. If you hadn't lost consciousness from your fever today, I would definitely find a different method to keep you on this bed for a whole day and night. Even if you tried to cry, you wouldn't have any voice."

Jennie: "..."

She furrowed her brows: "Don't press on me! Get off!"

The more he pressed on her, the more she struggled, the more dangerous things would be for her.

In such a circumstance, there was no way she could endure another round.

"You're not going to make a fuss anymore?" the man asked softly.

Jennie closed her eyes and turned her head away: "I don't have the strength."

Her answer was ambiguous, but it likely meant that, if she had the strength, perhaps she would continue fighting back.

The man chuckled and patted her head as though he was teasing a child. He then released her and moved away. At the same time, he glanced at the hair and sweat droplets clinging onto her forehead, saying: "It seems like the struggle wasn't completely useless. At the very least, you finally forced your body to sweat."