I was the daughter of the recently bankrupt Ji family. To save the company, my father married me off to the newly minted tech tycoon, Luke Yan. No one knew that Luke was the ex-boyfriend I had ruthlessly dumped. On our wedding night, he looked at me coldly: "Don't think I still have feelings for you. Marrying you is just a temporary measure. Once the acquisition is over, we're divorcing." Suddenly, a row of bullet comments floated across my vision. [The villain's body is soft, only his mouth is hard.] [Supporting Actress, don't believe him! I testify he drools over your photo every night.] [Villain on the outside: Don't think I like you. Villain on the inside: Boohoo, why isn't wifey comforting me yet?] [Supporting Actress, you're confused! Trust me, call him 'Hubby' once, and he'll instantly turn into a love-sick puppy, licking your boots clean.] Watching Luke prepare to leave, I tentatively called out: "Hubby?" The man's figure froze instantly. His deep eyes locked onto me, looking like he wanted to devour me whole the very next second. 1 "What did you just call me?" Luke's voice was hoarse. Though still cold, the "keep away" aura from moments ago had vanished. Knowing the bullet comments' advice worked, I immediately softened my tone: "Can you not leave? It's thundering outside, I'm scared." I wasn't lying. Since my grandma passed away, I've been terrified of thunder. Luke knew this. He stared at me for a long time. Just when I thought he would leave, Luke took pajamas from the closet and went into the bathroom. Didn't he shower already? Since when did Luke become such a germaphobe? The bullet comments went wild: [Silly baby, that's not being a germaphobe, that's hehehe...] [Supporting Actress called him 'Hubby' and the villain is probably burning up. If he doesn't hit the bathroom now, he's gonna embarrass himself.] [Can't blame him. The villain hasn't touched a woman in years, relying on the clothes and photos the Supporting Actress left behind. It's understandable he couldn't hold back.] [Ah, even in there, the villain is whispering the Supporting Actress's name. These two are pure love!] [Upstairs, do you have a misunderstanding of 'pure love'?] I was stunned reading the comments. Is this a comment section or a red-light district? Why are the black texts getting yellower and yellower? My face flushed red. I resisted the urge to eavesdrop at the bathroom door, changed into my pajamas, and lay on the bed. An hour later, Luke came out of the bathroom. He wore only pajama pants, shirtless. I had to admit, I've never seen a man with a better body than Luke. It was the ceiling of lean muscle, oozing sexual tension. Crystal droplets slid down his firm pecs and abs, slowly disappearing into his sexy V-line. I couldn't help but swallow. 2 "Seen enough?" The man's voice was emotionless. I immediately looked away: "Who's looking at you?" Bullet comments: [You're not happy when you look, not happy when you don't.] [As soon as the Supporting Actress looked away, the villain's brows knitted into a knot.] [Don't be afraid, Supporting Actress! We don't just want to look, we want to touch! Bet you if you touch him, the villain has to go to the bathroom again?] Of course, I didn't dare touch him. I knew how strong Luke was. He had endless brute strength. Before I could even touch him, he might snap my wrist the next second. The bullet comments were a bunch of chaos-lovers. The man beside me seemed to hesitate for a while before taking another quilt from the closet and lying down. A king-sized bed, forcibly divided by a river. [Won't share a quilt with wifey now? Just wait until she dies, you'll be crying over her photos every night.] [Cherish the days you can still see the Supporting Actress. She's the most beautiful character in the book, and soon she'll be gone.] Yes, from the comments earlier, I knew I was going to die soon. This world seemed to be a "crematorium" angst novel (where the male lead regrets treating the female lead badly). Luke was the villain, and I was his early-dying "White Moonlight" (first love). The protagonist was Luke's half-brother, Lucas. Luke's mother committed suicide due to depression caused by Lucas's mother's interference. Since then, Luke lived a poverty-stricken life with his grandparents. This caused him to harbor hostility towards Lucas. Although it was just the beginning of the story, their companies were already showing signs of rivalry. The real fuse would be my death. I was supposed to go abroad for work the day after the wedding. Abroad, I would encounter Lucas's friends. To vent anger for Lucas, they hired some local thugs to teach me a lesson. Unexpectedly, the thugs coveted my beauty, assaulted me, and threw my body into the sea. Thus, Luke went completely mad, reaching a point of no return with Lucas. But how could a villain beat the protagonist? In the end, Luke died in the same sea where I had my accident. Seeing this, I immediately took out my phone and canceled my flight for tomorrow morning. I told my assistant to change tomorrow's meeting to online. If the other party disagreed, cancel the cooperation. Making money isn't as important as staying alive. Bullet comments: [?? The Supporting Actress isn't going abroad? Great! She's so beautiful, it hurts to think of her dying so miserably.] [This is a rare romance novel villain who doesn't fall for the heroine. The villain had such a miserable childhood, author please give him a good ending.] [No matter how miserable, it doesn't change the fact that he hurt the male and female leads. How can anyone whitewash the villain? Do you have any morals?] [Fine, fine, upstairs is noble. I wish you to still love the brother who took everything from you after experiencing everything the villain did.] [Honestly, if I went through what the villain did, my resentment could feed ten evil gods.] 3 I was engrossed in the comments when the man beside me turned over, letting out a pained groan. Luke had an old injury from being hit by a heavy object at a construction site years ago. It hurt whenever it rained. Thinking of the comments saying he stayed a widower for me for decades and eventually died in the sea with my ashes... My eyes felt hot. My hand tentatively reached into his quilt, slowly climbing onto his shoulder. I felt Luke's body freeze, but he didn't stop me. Until my hand touched his chest muscles, Luke's breath hitched. He grabbed my hand, voice hoarse: "What are you doing?" I pursed my lips: "Where's the medicated oil? Shall I rub it for you?" The man's grip on my hand tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. I knew what Luke was thinking. Before we broke up, I used to massage him often, but every time, things would spiral out of control. The more I thought, the hotter I felt. I quickly pulled my hand back and turned my back to him. "If you don't want to, forget it. Sleep." [Ahhh, Supporting Actress, why did you retreat? The villain's string of reason was about to snap!] [Don't worry. Since the Supporting Actress isn't going abroad, that string will snap sooner or later. Dilated pupils are her destiny.] The comments were too much. I simply closed my eyes and pulled the quilt over my head. Maybe because the wedding was too exhausting, I unknowingly fell asleep. 4 The next day, I woke up suffocating. Opening my eyes, my face was buried in the man's full chest muscles. Luke was holding me in his arms. His large hand tightly circled my waist. When did I crawl into Luke's quilt? I struggled a bit. Luke seemed to sense it and dissatisfiedly hugged me tighter. My head was buried in his chest again. I endured and endured. Finally unable to bear it, I struggled out of Luke's arms and took a breath. How can a man's muscles be this hard? Hard as iron, almost suffocated me. I went to the bathroom to wash up and found clear bite marks on my neck in the mirror. [Supporting Actress, don't doubt it, the villain bit you.] [Ahhh, who understands how I felt watching the villain bite her last night? His behavior is really like a dog marking its territory.] [Thinking of the villain carefully scooping his wife into his arms yesterday and stealing several kisses makes me laugh.] Fingering the bite marks Luke left, I couldn't help but chuckle. [??? Wait, why is the Supporting Actress laughing too? Does she enjoy being bitten by the villain?] [Okay, okay, the villain is perverted enough, now the Supporting Actress is perverted too. Shipping them is my destiny.] Ignoring the comments, I happily went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I didn't have time to observe yesterday, but now I saw Luke's home was terrifyingly cold and hard. The whole house only had three colors: black, white, and gray. Because he disliked others touching his things, there wasn't even a servant. The fridge was pitifully empty. I took out a can of luncheon meat, muttering to myself. "I really don't know how he lived these years." "What are you doing?"
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