The Fall and the Feigned Unconsciousness

It was time.

Luo Yao hoped that after this incident, Mu Yaochen would be overcome with guilt towards him.

They would be there soon, very soon.

Mu Yaochen had never yearned to return to her room quite like this, especially with Luo Yao in her arms.

Perhaps it was the power of psychological suggestion, but she felt Luo Yao, nestled in her embrace, was incredibly docile, neither fussing nor crying, simply lying quietly.

‘That’s it, Luo Yao.’ ‘Just obey me, and you won’t get hurt.’

At this moment, Mu Yaochen was utterly dominated by her primal desires, her mind consumed solely by images of mating with Luo Yao.

‘Why did I feel such a thrill?’

Mu Yaochen’s breathing grew increasingly ragged, and Luo Yao sensed that the moment was almost upon them.

Luo Yao’s docility in her arms was no mere illusion on Mu Yaochen’s part; rather, he was biding his time.

Only by allowing Mu Yaochen to lower her guard could he hope to break free.

Luo Yao understood the vast disparity between himself and Mu Yaochen; he truly had no chance of escaping through sheer force.

Just as Mu Yaochen, her breath coming in short gasps, reached to open the door, Luo Yao seized the instant her hand moved to grasp the doorknob, unleashing every ounce of his strength.

“What are you doing?”

Luo Yao successfully wriggled out of Mu Yaochen’s embrace, though Mu Yaochen instantly sensed the sudden movement in her arms.

Her body instinctively tightened its grip on Luo Yao, for every action she took now was purely instinctual.

She scowled, her brows furrowed in anger, clutching the escaping Luo Yao, her eyes blazing with an endless accusation of wrongdoing.

At the same time, Mu Yaochen felt a profound sense of betrayal.

“Let go of me!” Luo Yao cried, knowing that if he were ‘eaten’ tonight, he would be utterly ruined.

“You are mine!” Mu Yaochen declared, and with a slight increase of force from her arm, Luo Yao felt an immense tug, threatening to pull him back against her.

“No… don’t!” Luo Yao pleaded, utterly unprepared for the vast disparity in strength between himself and Mu Yaochen.

“Riiip…”

The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the second-floor corridor.

Due to the material of Luo Yao’s clothing and the intense tug-of-war between them, he suddenly felt the pulling force behind him vanish, leaving him propelled forward by sheer inertia.

“Ow!” Luo Yao cried out as he crashed into a nearby wall corner, his head reeling from the impact, leaving him dazed and disoriented.

“Come here!” Mu Yaochen snarled, pouncing on Luo Yao like a tigress the instant his clothes tore.

A low growl seemed to emanate from her, a sound that likely signified her extreme fury.

The disorientation lasted only a moment before Luo Yao felt the movement behind him.

Without needing to turn, he knew it was Mu Yaochen, and so, ignoring the wound on his head, he instinctively scrambled forward.

“Thump!” Mu Yaochen lunged, missing her target, yet one of her hands clamped tightly around Luo Yao’s ankle.

“Come back here!” Mu Yaochen commanded, the sight of the small, jade-white foot in her grasp further igniting her primal desires.

“No, no!” Luo Yao cried, thrashing his foot wildly, desperate to dislodge Mu Yaochen’s hand from his ankle.

Whether it was truly effective, or some other reason, Mu Yaochen actually released her grip.

Feeling able to move freely again, Luo Yao scrambled to his feet.

At that moment, a warm liquid trickled down his cheek.

It was likely blood.

Luo Yao registered the changes in his body, and without waiting for Mu Yaochen to react, he bolted down the stairs.

Mu Yaochen had now completely transformed into a beast, pouncing on Luo Yao once more.

Luo Yao, however, was consumed by a single thought: how to escape.

Luo Yao’s small foot was remarkably slick; though Mu Yaochen reached out again to grab his ankle, her fingers merely grazed it, failing to secure a grip.

“Ah!” Luo Yao cried out, as Mu Yaochen’s touch on his ankle caused his body to instantly lose balance, sending him tumbling down the stairs.

“Thump… thump…”

The repeated thuds of a body making intimate contact with the ground reverberated throughout the entire hall.

“Luo Yao, Luo Yao!”

Thus, Luo Yao, losing his balance, plummeted down the dozens of steps to the first floor, Mu Yaochen watching, helpless, as he fell.

“No! Don’t!” Mu Yaochen screamed, as Luo Yao’s fall was accompanied by a trail of scattered blood on the stairs.

Seeing Luo Yao suddenly lose his footing and tumble, the intense excitement born of primal desire was instantly replaced by a surge of panic.

Mu Yaochen, as if driven mad, raced from the second floor down to the first.

However, Frost, who was on the first floor, had already heard the commotion upstairs.

The sound of Luo Yao falling from the second floor had been particularly jarring.

Thus, Frost arrived before Mu Yaochen, reaching the prone Luo Yao.

“What happened to you?” Frost asked, her voice laced with deep concern as she gazed at the motionless Luo Yao on the ground.

Her heart pounded with extreme tension, and though she didn’t know the exact sequence of events, as she slowly looked up towards the second floor, she could roughly piece together what had transpired.

At that moment, Mu Yaochen stood frozen and rigid at the top of the second-floor staircase.

“I’ll call an ambulance,” Frost declared, and seeing Mu Yaochen’s pale face and understanding the general situation, she immediately pulled out her phone and dialed 120 (TL Note: 120 is the emergency medical services number in mainland China).

“Luo Yao… Luo Yao,” Mu Yaochen whispered, gazing at him lying on the first floor, her body trembling uncontrollably.

This time, it was not from excitement, but from sheer terror.

The moment Luo Yao fell, Mu Yaochen felt as though her heart had been seized by an unseen hand.

Seeing him crumpled on the ground almost made her faint.

‘It… it hurts so much.’

Having tumbled from the second floor, Luo Yao felt as though his body had completely disintegrated.

At that moment, Luo Yao, though not actually unconscious from the fall, resolved to feign unconsciousness.

While he had never feigned unconsciousness before, he was adept at pretending to sleep.

Ignoring Mu Yaochen, who stood nearby, Luo Yao’s mind was already racing, contemplating the future.

He had been injured because of Mu Yaochen, and he hoped this would finally change her attitude towards him.

Moreover…

Luo Yao was currently contemplating whether to feign amnesia with Mu Yaochen, but after a moment’s thought, he dismissed the idea.

If he were to wake up and Mu Yaochen discovered he had amnesia…

‘That would be too far-fetched; she would undoubtedly find new and creative ways to ‘discipline’ him again.’ ‘After all, she had already dug a pit for him before, and that pit was still affecting him now.’

‘Furthermore, if he lost his memory, all the pain he endured today would be for naught.’ ‘Mu Yaochen certainly wouldn’t feel remorse for someone with amnesia.’

This was a crucial part of Luo Yao’s plan.

Originally, he had aimed to gain Mu Yaochen’s sympathy, but now he needed to shift his approach, for Mu Yaochen was simply incapable of pitying anyone.

What he truly needed now was for Mu Yaochen to feel remorse towards him; this was the pivot point of Luo Yao’s strategy.

Luo Yao admitted that there was an element of risk in his gamble.

However, if he didn’t take the initiative and remained passive, he would inevitably be devoured by Mu Yaochen, piece by piece.

Therefore…

‘It really does hurt so much.’

Soon, the wail of an ambulance echoed from outside, an ambulance from a private hospital, clearly one under the Bluebird Group.

Luo Yao felt himself being lifted, and his body involuntarily relaxed.

All in all, Luo Yao felt that an ICU bed might be more comfortable than Mu Yaochen’s.

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