I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 36: What Are You Crying For?

Facing the person who suddenly appeared beside her, Qiao Suisui’s hair stood on end reflexively.

The man pressed close to her back, and his strong hand grabbed her neck, making Qiao Suisui feel a chill down her spine instantly.

"You smiled so happily at him, why do you look like this when you see me, hmm?"

Her jaw was clutched by Zong Fang, forcing her to look up into his eyes.

His expression was gloomy, with icy sharpness filling his eyes.

"Where’s the baby?"

Hearing her first sentence was about this, Zong Fang barked a laugh. He gritted his teeth and said, "Killed it."

"You’re lying...."

Qiao Suisui tried to struggle, but he easily subdued her, pinning her arms behind her back.

"Give me the baby back!"

"I killed her and then made her into a specimen, soaking in a not too big, not too small jar. Do you want to see it?"

"Zong Fang!"

Seeing a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her pair of watery black pupils angrily staring at him, Zong Fang knew she was truly anxious. Sensing her struggle more forcefully, he feared he might really hurt her shoulder, so he subtly relaxed his grip a bit.

Looking down at her from above, watching her struggle and get angry, the constant ache in his heart seemed to ease slightly.

Having been apart for many days, she looked well cared for, her skin white and delicate, glowing. The consistently moist and cloudy climate of Auslan made her already moist skin even more tender. He looked emotionlessly at the slender wrist he was clutching, the smooth touch reminded him of how he used to not be able to let go. Unfortunately... unfortunately, she was a liar.

"Why do you take it out on the baby when you’re angry...."

Zong Fang sneered, pulling her into his arms and said gravely, "Why? Of course, to make you hurt too... "

Qiao Suisui gave up on communicating with this fanatic and yelled for Lanze’s name loudly. However, the more she yelled, the louder Zong Fang laughed.

"Do you think even if he comes, he can stop anything?"

"What have you done to him?"

Hearing her ask in such an anxious tone, Zong Fang stopped laughing and glared at her venomously, his words squeezing through his teeth one by one.

"A blind dead man, overestimating his abilities, just an A rank who dares to block my way?"

He leaned in close to her ear and said softly, "I dislocated his legs, do you think he can walk using his arms to get help? Or is he going to crawl over here to save you?"

"You... Ah!"

He didn’t give Qiao Suisui a chance to speak, immediately dragging her to the door, scanned her iris while pinching her chin, and then carried her on his shoulder into the house. Regardless of Qiao Suisui cursing and beating him, he ignored her. On the stairs, he patted her buttocks because her legs were flailing too hard, fearing she might fall.

"Be still."

The second-floor master bedroom in this building was reasonably well-equipped, Zong Fang threw her on the bed and leaned over, pressing down and forcibly pinning her wrists above her head.

By this time, Qiao Suisui had calmed down a bit. She bit her lip, eyes downcast, contemplating how to escape without provoking him. She knew Zong Fang was extremely vengeful, so she really feared he might do something excessive to her.

And the moment she cast her eyes down, Zong Fang knew she must be thinking of how to deceive him again.

He knew her too well, having held her in his arms many nights to sleep. Back then, she would always wake up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, and he could tell without her speaking whether she was hungry or thirsty.

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"Don’t be like this... let’s talk properly..."

"Don’t be how?"

Looking at her lips parting and meeting, glistening and moist, his eyes darkened.

"Is it like this?"

He first kissed her lips, then took her earlobe in his mouth.

"Or like this?"

Seeing her head turned aside due to her struggles, he admired her slender neck’s beautiful lines. He turned her face back and couldn’t help kissing her again and again.

"Without me, you lived well, didn’t you."

As he spoke, he undressed her with a tone gentle as could be, but his actions were incredibly forceful, leaving no room for her resistance.

"Qiao Suisui, have you not always been lying to me? Why don’t you keep lying?"

He bent her legs up to her chest, his large hand roaming over her body, his rough fingertips making Qiao Suisui shiver all over.

"Don’t..."

She really disliked this feeling of passivity, sensing the man’s breathing intensify; she knew she couldn’t escape today. After a resolute judgment, she called upon the System intending to use Talent Stripping.

[Host, Talent Stripping requires activating the subject’s emotional state. Only under this condition will the success rate reach a hundred percent, otherwise it might fail.]

Hearing the prompt, a gleam flashed across her eyes.

Zong Fang noticed she wasn’t struggling anymore, so he looked at her expression and saw that she seemed to be lost in thought, reigniting the anger cramped inside him.

Who is she thinking about? That blind man, or Sikoses, who made her have his offspring?

"Still distracted at a time like this, looks like I’ve been too kind to you."

He roughly flipped her over and pressed her forcibly against the bed, tearing off her clothes. Her back was beautiful—slender, frail, and the delicate butterfly bones were adorned with a red mole. Zong Fang kissed it, leaving various marks on her body.

He grasped her waist, twisting her into different shapes and kissing her breathless.

Longing, desire, and rage intertwined, turning into a wild vengeance.

The sole thought in his mind was to make her hurt.

It seemed only then could he prove that she too fluctuated in this relationship, and it wasn’t just him foolishly oscillating between joy and irritation because of her.

His eyes filled with lust, he wanted to proceed brutally, but the absence of her voice and breath made him inexplicably nervous.

Zong Fang turned the person curled up back over, his arm propped next to her, his muscle lines smooth and tense. The person beneath him had a small, wet face, her eyes and nose red. Seeing the bedsheet already wet in spots, it was clear she had been crying since earlier.

He frowned deeply, staring at her and demanding, "Why are you crying?"

Qiao Suisui didn’t speak, turned her head away and ignored him. With this movement, a tear, perfectly timed from the corner of her reddened eye, slid into her hair, seen clearly by Zong Fang.

See, she is the delicate one.

Even though he hadn’t done much yet, she was already crying like this.

Though he thought this, his heart was exceptionally aggravated by her tears, feeling clogged and unsettled.

Zong Fang deliberately wiped her tears away harshly, his face cold as he said, "What? Can’t I touch you? You’ve had his child, and crying like this just because I gave you a few kisses?"

"You promised not to hurt me..." Her voice trembled slightly, with a crying tone. While it sounded accusatory, it also carried a tinge of familiarity and coquetry from the past, dissipating some of the restless irritation in Zong Fang’s heart.

"You’ve lied to me; do you expect me to let it go just like this?"