The space inside the car was deathly quiet.
Nan Yu was taken aback and only then realized that he was enraged because of Zhou Yu.
The front windshield was like a dark wall. The gaps on either side were very narrow, and even the doors couldn't be opened.
Tan Linyuan had deliberately driven the car here.
Trapping her so that she had nowhere to escape.
Nan Yu didn't understand where Tan Linyuan's anger came from. All she could do was choose to remain silent and wait for time to pass bit by bit.
Finally, Tan Linyuan spoke again, "Why don't you say anything? Your outstanding senior, his beloved little princess?"
Nan Yu's breath hitched.
Hearing such words come out of his mouth made her feel extremely ashamed and insulted.
She opened her mouth blankly, wanting to defend herself, but didn't know where she had gone wrong.
Was he jealous of Zhou Yu? But she and Zhou Yu were just friends, and it wasn't worth his concern.
The two of them were supposed to stay out of each other's way.
So, why was he so furious?
A few minutes later, Tan Linyuan's patience seemed to reach its limit. He locked all the car doors and turned off the engine.
He unbuckled his seat belt, leaned closer to her face, reached out and pressed on her shoulders, and coldly asked, "Who am I?"
His tone was cold, as cold as the autumn wind that stung people's faces.
Nan Yu was stunned.
"Don't understand?" Tan Linyuan scrutinized her with his eyes, his smile mocking, "How did you introduce me to Zhou Yu? Say it again."
She had said that he was an elder of hers.
Nan Yu's throat was hoarse, and her face was a bit pale. "I said, you are an el..."
Before she could finish the word "der", he raised his hand and bit her lips with a hint of anger.
The kiss was so hard that it hurt, and tears slid out from the corners of her eyes.
The tight jeans were too difficult to take off, but he still didn't stop. He took off her pants, and his fingers easily reached her core.
Nan Yu's throat was terribly dry. She pleaded with him in a low voice, "Let's talk when we get back..."
He didn't answer. His fingertips forcefully pushed into the crevice between her legs.
It was like the land after a rain, muddy and wet.
His face was cold and calm, and his eyes were hardly affected by anything. He stared straight ahead.
His fingers continuously brought out the wetness, but all she felt was pain. Her body instinctively curled up in resistance.
He noticed her evasion, and the pent - up emotions suddenly burst out. He squinted his eyes.
There was no tenderness, no care.
What should have been a pleasurable and happy thing felt like drowning to her. She widened her eyes and tilted her neck back in pain.
He was not the kind - faced Buddha with pure hands, but a cruel and predatory Yama.
Tears streamed down Nan Yu's face as she passively endured his restraint and torture.
Normally as pure as the moon - light, the Buddha - like man was now filled with cold sadomasochistic desires.
His lips were close to her ear, his voice cold and deep, "Which of your elders would treat you like this, huh?"
"Or how about this?" He changed his position, turning his hand and pressing it against that sensitive area. "Should an elder teach you like this?"
He wanted to watch her fall apart right in front of him.
Nan Yu had no idea what to say. She just shook her head and sobbed. Her tears couldn't be stopped.
Until that moment came. Her toes curled, and the flood finally came down in a rush.
...
On the way back, Tan Linyuan finally relented and opened the rear window of the car.
The ambiguous smell in the car finally began to dissipate.
Nan Yu's jeans were as wet as if water had been poured into them.
She also felt extremely humiliated.
Halfway through the drive, Tan Linyuan held the steering wheel and casually asked, "Do you want to have dinner?"
He didn't mention what had just happened, nor did he explain the reason for his violence.
He seemed to have a dual personality and could switch at any time.
One second he was a violent demon, and the next he was back to being the serene Buddha.
Nan Yu had already eaten at Zhou Yu's place, but the words on her lips changed direction. Her voice was still hoarse. "Sure."
The car stopped at a restaurant by the roadside. Considering her current embarrassing situation, Tan Linyuan asked her what she wanted to eat and came back with a take - away of fried noodles and wontons.
The smell of the food added to the already complex and chaotic odors in the car. Nan Yu felt even more nauseous.
When they got to the villa and entered the house, he half - carried her.
The wontons and fried noodles they bought were never eaten and finally ended up in the trash can.
Nan Yu was thrown onto the big bed in the bedroom. Her mind was still in a daze as she thought, As a Buddha - like man, would Tan Linyuan be breaking his vows by wasting food?
What happened in the car was just foreplay. His taking only truly began from this moment on.
...
That night, Nan Yu felt as if she had returned to the time when she first met Tan Linyuan.
There was no affection, no understanding.
Only the simplest physical contact and collision, the fusion and exchange of hormones.
Under such intense pleasure, it was hard for her to spare much thought to wonder why he was acting so abnormally tonight.
Was it because she was getting too close to Zhou Yu?
To put it bluntly, she hadn't slept with Zhou Yu.
She knew clearly where the bottom - line was when it came to their arrangement as bed - partners.
So when she was sweating profusely, she took the initiative to put her arms around his neck. The Buddhist beads pressed against his Adam's apple.
She explained frankly, "I've never slept with Zhou Yu. We're just friends."
Tan Linyuan's movement paused for a moment, and then he pushed deeper. "Shut up and squeeze tighter."
Nan Yu had no choice but to shut her mouth and bear his onslaught.
...
After it was over, Nan Yu was extremely tired.
She originally planned to roll back to her guest bedroom to sleep, but every bone in her body felt like it had just been pieced together. The slightest movement would make her fall apart.
What Tan Linyuan had done to her today seemed more like a way to vent his anger.
There were several times when she even felt that he didn't see her as a person, but as a container that could provide pleasure.
She gave up and decided to just sleep here for the night.
Tan Linyuan got up from the bed without saying a word. He first went into the bathroom to take a shower and then walked out of the bedroom.
Without having to think, he should have gone to the study to chant scriptures again.
She had been so sleepy just now, but when she was alone in the bedroom, Nan Yu became extremely awake.
She stared straight at the ceiling, and her mood gradually calmed down.
This was how it was supposed to be.
As things stood, Tan Linyuan was still her regular bed - partner, the only man she could get close to.
But she had mentioned Zhou Yu too many times tonight, which had touched his bottom - line.
In his eyes, even if she was just a casual partner, she still belonged to him.
No one, especially Zhou Yu, was allowed to step into his territory.
Nan Yu took a deep breath and felt cheap and pathetic.
So what? It was still her own choice.
She turned over onto her stomach, buried her face in the quilt.
...
In the study.
Tan Linyuan was sitting on the cushion, chanting scriptures and fingering the Buddhist beads one by one.
Suddenly, he exerted a bit too much force, and the string of the Buddhist beads snapped.
The beads clattered to the ground. His breathing became erratic, and he slowly raised his eyes.
Tan Linyuan saw that the statue of the Buddha on the altar was looking at him, its expression neither sad nor happy.
It was the silent rebuke from the Buddha.