Kill Me, Heal Me

Belle Ye felt her body was pressed. She was being confined in a space so narrow that she couldn’t move. Ethan Mo pulled her
hard and she fell into his arms. He kissed her fiercely like he was going to devour her. His hands clasped tightly on her waist
making them inseparable. Their lips were locked on each other’s that both could hardly breath.
She moaned as she struggled hard to break free from so control. She knew exactly what a man wanted in the middle of the night
after a bottle of wine. But, she was still holding a little luck because Ethan Mo hated her, because she was lower than any
hostess in the club, because she was dirty and cheap.
Once, when she was still the most eligible bachelorette of Gang City, she couldn’t even temp him. Now that she was
unrecognizable, ugly, and hateful, how did Ethan Mo want her?
Her struggle was a ridiculous act against the strong man on top of her. The more she struggled, the more he tried to control her.
His eyes were bloodthirsty. When he threw her on the sofa, she seemed to change into the old Belle Ye who was so delicate and
charming, but there was something more that fascinated him, that made him want to make the woman his.
Belle Ye.
Belle Ye.
He secretly chanted her name in his heart and suddenly, there was a complicated and familiar feeling in his heart. He had always
hated her. He hated her for being cruel, for not being responsible, and for running away for so many years. When they met
again, she told him that she was married.
Married?!
He thought that Belle Ye was stalking him. He thought that she was bothering him and was a shameless individual. She didn’t
have the vibe to be a socialite. But, this time, Belle Ye would always refute him. If she could finally settle with her true love, why
would she bother refuting him?
He was furious, but he appreciated her, sort of.
But, the word true love sounded cheap in his ears now. So cheap that she could find a man to marry without hesitation, so cheap
that she was being ambiguous with Levi Song, even more cheaply when she could be naked in front of him.
Ethan Mo looked at Belle Ye lying under him. His thirsty eyes were dangerous, but the sofa was not wide enough for both of
them. He needed to do something. He stood up. Before Belle Ye could react, he pulled her into his arms and brought her to the

bedroom.
The king sized bed in the room was big enough for both of them to roll around without falling off.
The cold moonlight lit up the sheet. Belle Ye’s face looked pale under the same light.
Ethan Mo saw her lying still on the bed. He quickly pinned himself on her, not letting her escape. Her skin was no longer delicate
and smooth. It was rough on some places. Ethan Mo didn’t care. He kissed her lips as his broad palm move around her waist.
Soon, he took off his upper clothes.
Belle Ye looked straight into his eyes. She was startled. She didn’t expect that Ethan Mo was really thirsty this time. The last time
they did this, Ethan Mo was probably in daze. He probably thought that she was someone else. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have
the chance to bear his child.
But now, did he remember who was under him?
She tried to dodge his kiss so many time.
“It hurt...”
Ethan Mo intensified. Pain? That was all he wanted from her. Only when she was in pain could he feel relieved.
Over the years, she was not the only one suffering from pain. Ethan Mo swore to himself that if he ever found her again, he
would make her life as miserable as possible.
Now, he got the opportunity to do it.
He was being unreasonable. His anger got the better of him. Over the years, he convinced himself that the woman who once
said that she loved him lied in the arms of another man. Ethan Mo was angry.
Belle Ye couldn’t move at all. She could only watch him getting more violent with his action. She quietly shed a tear as if she
didn’t know what pain was.
She struggled hopelessly. When she knew that she was not strong enough, she gave up.
Her dull eyes were motionless. She stared empty at the ceiling with her eyes glistened. For a moment, she thought of Ryan Du.
She remembered her conversation with him.

“Belle, do you still love him?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you don’t love him, you won’t get hurt. There is a saying that the depth of love is the same as the depth of hate.”
“That’s impossible.”
“You love him more than you hate him. So, even when you have the chance to hurt him, you won’t take it.” Ryan Du said, “Belle,
if you see him again, will you will him?”
She didn’t hesitate to say yes.
She would.
If she was given a knife, if she had a chance, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. She would kill him in one blow.
Only when he died could she be free.
Ryan Du said that he didn’t believe it, but he looked forward to seeing the scene. If she ever had the chance, she must the take it
for Ryan Du.
She couldn’t take pictures now, but she bet Ryan Du could see her from heaven.
Belle Ye could feel a Swiss knife in her hand.
The knife was at the bedside. Perhaps, Ethan Mo left it there. After knowing him for so many years, Belle Ye knew that he would
always take the Swiss knife with him for protection.
But now, it was for her protection.
She grabbed it with her right hand and gently unfold the knives inside. There were can opener, tweezers, flat knife, and... she
accidentally pricked her fingertip on the sharp knife. She pulled the blade out of the fold and held it tightly. Then, she slowly took
the knife to his bare back.