Chapter 48 Contraceptive Pills "You'll get pregnant! Are you crazy!"

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When she lost her mind, the words she spoke were still so vulgar.

Not a word was missed, reaching his ears and making him grit his teeth.

Zhao Jichuan's brows were tightly furrowed, feeling as if that anger had been burning, spreading, and boiling.

He felt she was really asking for it today; every word she spoke turned into a sharp blade, striking his heart and tearing it to shreds.

Her simple definition of their relationship completely buried the feelings they had painstakingly built between them, making Zhao Jichuan feel like a complete clown.

He loved her, but she only saw him as an ATM she could sleep with. The most infuriating thing was that she also put herself in a very, very low position.

He didn't like her self-deprecating appearance; he liked the ambitious, bright, and proud woman she was at the beginning.

But what exactly changed?

The man was unaware.

He only felt the air in the room become thick, oppressive, and stuffy.

He looked at her, trying to find the answer on her face.

At this moment, she was kneeling on the bed, her dark hair draped over her shoulders, her whole being appearing so petite against the pure white sheets.

Zhao Jichuan saw her lips slightly curved, but she didn't dare to look at him, only lowering her head and stroking the tattoo on her thigh.

His gaze shifted downwards, landing on the tattoo. He saw the blue iris, enchanting, seductive, and full of aggression.

It's just like her.

The man walked up to her, lifted her chin, and stared at her small face for two seconds.

Her lips were tightly pursed, trembling slightly at his approach. But her bright eyes were still bloodshot, revealing just how stubborn she was.

Zhao Jichuan slowly spoke, telling her, "I don't like the way you talk."

Han Rao was stunned for a moment, wondering how he disliked the way she spoke

But she was too lazy to ask, so she just helplessly twitched the corner of her mouth and stubbornly argued with him, "Then I don't like you appearing in front of my family either, do I? Didn't you still appear?"

The man felt his breath catch, unable to bear her direct gaze, and turned his head away.

He bent down to pick up the sweater she had thrown at the foot of the bed, turned it right side out, and tidied it up, ready to pull it over her head for her to wear.

Han Rao raised her arm to block him. He was caught off guard, and the clothes slipped from his fingertips, landing squarely on her knees.

Zhao Jichuan gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Stop messing around, you need to rest now."

He had seen through her; she was a little lunatic now, completely irrational. He didn't intend to argue with her at the moment, believing it would be more appropriate to discuss everything once she had slept and sobered up.

Zhao Jichuan knew that now was not the time to solve the problem, because he was afraid that her temper was bad, and his temper was also bad. If he let her anger him any further, he was afraid that he would completely lose his mind, and he couldn't say what would happen then.

So, the man picked up the sweater again, grabbed her arm, and forcefully pulled it over her head. The sweater covered her face, blocking her vision, and her hair became static, floating up.

Han Rao was particularly resistant, pushing him away irritably. She took off the sweater with one hand, snatched it, threw it at the foot of the bed, and scoffed, "What kind of good person are you pretending to be now?"

Zhao Jichuan's lips thinned into a line, "Han Rao!"

His tone was full of warning.

Han Rao truly felt that she wasn't afraid of him at all anymore.

In the past, she was always timid, afraid that he would deliberately bully her, afraid that he would leave her, afraid that he would lose his temper, afraid that he would misunderstand her, afraid that her family would find out about him…

But now, she didn't care anymore.

Because everything she feared came true.

Han Rao felt pathetic; perhaps she truly committed some sin or heinous act in her previous life, and meeting him in this life was her tribulation.

But it doesn't matter, it's all in the past.

Because in that instant, her sweater blocked her vision, yet it suddenly made her clear-headed.

She immediately made a decision.

Han Rao crossed her arms, barely covering her chest, and looked up to meet his gaze, saying, "Forget it, it doesn't matter. Since you won't sleep with me even when it's free, then forget it."

She moved to get out of bed, "Then this is where we stop. From now on, we'll go our separate ways…"

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhao Jichuan grabbed her neck and blocked her lips, swallowing all her remaining words.

Zhao Jichuan didn't know if it was a sixth sense, but from the moment their eyes met, he seemed to guess what she was about to say.

He wouldn't allow her to say that.

He was in control of this relationship; what right did she have to unilaterally decide to end it?

The man leaned over, pinning her to the bed, fixing her arms above her head, and then gently yet roughly sucked and kissed her lips, making her tongue ache and go numb.

Han Rao wanted to resist, wanted to speak, but each time, before her voice could even emerge from her throat, it was swallowed by him, leaving only a whimper.

The woman's eyes were terrifyingly red. She lifted her leg to kick him, but she forgot that at this moment, she had no defense whatsoever. The slightest movement and he had her ankle in his grip, pulling her legs apart, while his other hand directly touched her most sensitive spot.

Han Rao suddenly lost her strength, her breathing gradually becoming erratic. She heard him bite her lip and say, "You want me to sleep with you that badly? Then I'll grant your wish."

Zhao Jichuan felt that he was probably truly insane. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, letting her straddle his lap. The two maintained the most intimate posture.

Han Rao tightly gripped his shirt, but the next second she heard a crisp "click."

She only felt her scalp tingle, and her whole body trembled like a sieve, as if she had been electrocuted.

Zhao Jichuan smiled like a devil, slowly pulled out his belt, let it out, pressed it against her, and rubbed it repeatedly.

Within thirty seconds, she was tormented, sweating profusely, her body overflowing. Sometimes she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that he understood her so well.

Zhao Jichuan raised his hand to touch it, then placed his fingertips in front of her. The sky outside was bright, making his eyes appear deep and his fingertips glow.

"Miss Han, is this what you wanted?"

He was terrible, utterly terrible, deliberately using such an unfamiliar address for her, just like when they first met, to display his anger.

Han Rao buried her head in his shoulder, closing her eyes. Perhaps it was the overwhelming emotion, or perhaps his blatant threat was too powerful. Han Rao felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body, turning her into a soft, pliable mud, allowing him to mold her as he pleased.

But her mind was exceptionally clear.

She hated herself so much, hated her lack of resolve. They were clearly arguing, and her heart was full of resistance, yet her body had surrendered to him so early, even feeling extreme pleasure and emptiness.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she bit her rosy lips, beginning to crave more and more..

"Zhao Jichuan!"

She gritted her teeth and called his name, "I hate you so much."

"How can you bully me like this!"

Why act so recklessly!

When he wanted to torment her mentally, he would deliberately appear in front of her family. When he wanted to torment her physically, he would repeatedly wander and rub against her, deliberately not entering, making her feel ashamed and embarrassed.

She was in a hurry, wanting to do it herself, but he still held her hands, not giving her a chance to take the initiative.

Han Rao bit down hard on his shoulder, and even through the black fabric, she seemed to taste blood.

Zhao Jichuan felt the pain but did not stop her.

He opened his mouth and said, "Aren't you the best at lying? Now you're begging me, and if you beg me, I'll give it to you."

Han Rao's calves tensed, and she arched her back, trying to move backward. The next second, he clasped her waist and pulled her back.

"Speak,"

he coaxed her.

"Didn't you say we had this kind of relationship? Hmm?"

Han Rao shook her head repeatedly, "I don't want it."

She wouldn't ask him, even if she died in bed from unfulfilled desire.

She didn't want to give in, didn't want to apologize, because he was the one who was wrong.

Her eyes were blurry with tears.

Zhao Jichuan lowered his eyes, only to see a layer of water stains spreading on the black fabric of his trousers. He chuckled and called her again, "Raorao."

He changed his address again, calling her "baby," and said,

"Baby, you're the last person I'd want to make things difficult for."

Han Rao only felt a roar in her ears as soon as he finished speaking, and then she happily raised her neck, but her hands held him tighter and tighter.

Han Rao only felt that she had lost her mind, completely enveloped by pleasure, with a thrill even in her toes, which curled together.

Zhao Jichuan wasn't much better; a thin layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, his lips were pressed together, and an indescribable lust burned in his eyes.

It can be said that this was a thorough and complete contact, without any obstruction or barrier. Skin pressed tightly against skin, allowing them to fully experience each other's body temperature and the texture of their skin.

It was a unique and exhilarating experience.

The man narrowed his eyes, holding her even tighter, as if he wanted to meld into her flesh and blood.

Sweat dripped from his forehead along his jawline, landing on her shoulder and mingling with her own sweat.

Han Rao remained in the same position, held in his arms.

She was breathing heavily, her mind sluggishly processing: how did it come to this again?

She suddenly remembered that it was indeed she who, in a fit of rage, deliberately said those hurtful words to provoke him.

But something seemed off?

Han Rao was like a small boat on the vast ocean, drifting aimlessly with the current.

But it seems that drifting on the sea is also good, basking in the sun, experiencing the wind and waves, feeling completely refreshed.

But in a flash, something suddenly came to mind, sounding an alarm for her.

Her back stiffened, and she felt her heart race, her face filled with disbelief as she slowly lowered her gaze.

The next second, she hysterically pounded him, "Use a condom! Use a condom!"

She finally cried, shedding tears in front of him for the first time today.

The man also stopped as if waking from a dream, stunned, belatedly realizing what he had done in a moment of impulse.

Impulse is the devil, he forgot.

He quickly kissed away the tears on her face, saying guiltily, "Raorao, don't be afraid."

He wanted to say it was okay, it was just the beginning.

But she was slapped hard by her, with a "smack"

sound, on her right cheek.

Her hands trembled along with it.

Han Rao thought that when he said "don't be afraid,"

he meant they could do it without a condom.

She really broke down, so much so that even after slapping him, she wasn't afraid.

"You'll get pregnant! Are you crazy!"

she cursed at him, "Are you trying to kill me!"

The man's face was askew, faintly revealing a light pink palm print, hazy and blurred.

Her last words successfully provoked him. He really wanted to know how he had offended her today. Every other word out of her mouth was either about hating him or about him having malicious intentions to kill her.

He knew today that her grandmother was sick and needed surgery. When he received Han Ting's call, he was in a meeting, but he still put aside some work and flew to Suzhou to see the elderly woman.

Even if he didn't have merit, he put in a lot of hard work. What did he do wrong?

Zhao Jichuan's brows furrowed. He looked at her and said indifferently, "If you're pregnant, then give birth. Do you think I can't afford to raise a child?"

Han Rao's eyelashes trembled, and even that tear was difficult to shed.

How could he say such things?

How could you joke about a child?

Even if she had offended him, he only needed to settle the score with her. Why bring children into the conversation?

She was his mistress, so what did that make her child?

An illegitimate child?

Han Rao shook her head repeatedly, biting her lip, "I don't want to."

In the blink of an eye, her tears fell like broken pearls, one after another, landing on him.

"I don't want to, Zhao Jichuan, I don't want to. I beg you, don't be like this."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her head in his shoulder, and said tremblingly, "Please, I don't want to."

Zhao Jichuan's heart trembled. He didn't even want to delve into the reason for her strong resistance, because he was afraid that the answer he got would drive him crazy.

At this moment, he feigned composure, gently stroked her hair, and comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid."

The next second, the man got up, rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table for a silver-wrapped item, and after preparing it, pulled her back into his arms.

Han Rao was probably emotionally turbulent, and now that she had just calmed down, she had no strength left to resist.

She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling, then became immersed in a mix of pain and pleasure.

When it was over, Han Rao felt as if she had been drained. She lay on the bed, quietly watching the man get up and tidy his clothes.

He was very angry today; he didn't hug or kiss her after they finished.

She looked at him with drooping eyelids; his clothes were full of wrinkles. She then looked down at herself and gave a self-deprecating smile.

He was fully clothed, she was stark naked—what a stark contrast, crushing her heart with its weight.

However, she is good

It was as if there was nothing to blame him for, because she had voluntarily taken off her clothes, and she had voluntarily initiated this sexual encounter.

Zhao Jichuan still felt that the clothes had indelible marks, so he wanted to get up, take a shower, and change into a new set of clothes.

He paused, stood by the bed, and bent down to hug her, "Raorao, wash up before you sleep."

Han Rao immediately closed her eyes and turned her head away.

The man's heart twitched almost imperceptibly.

He knew that her attitude meant she didn't want to deal with him or talk to him.

Didn't she think that no matter how much they argued or fought, one time in bed would fix everything?

This was her idea, she provoked him into doing it. After it was done, things seemed to get even worse.

Zhao Jichuan had no choice but to give up. He let go of her hand and stroked her hair again, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring it up."

Han Rao still kept her eyes closed, not saying a word.

Zhao Jichuan’s Adam’s apple moved as he admitted, he was very flustered, and he didn’t know what to do anymore.

This relationship had long since slipped out of his control.

Actually, he knew that the complete sentence she wanted to say back then was probably—

Then let's leave it at that—each to their own path, the bridge to the bridge, the road to the road, and the well water not disturbing the river water.

But how could he accept her saying those words out loud?

So he had no choice but to block her lips, swallowing her voice, exhausting her until she had no strength left to speak.

He had no better solution.

He was afraid—afraid she would really say it, afraid she would reject him, afraid that no matter how hard he tried, he would be powerless to change the outcome.

So, he could only deceive himself, kissing her again and again, trying to stop her words at the source.

At this moment, she ignored him, and he had no choice. He didn’t even dare to stay by her side because he was afraid she would say those words again the next second.

Zhao Jichuan gently rubbed her nose with his fingertip, helped cover her with the blanket, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“You rest first, I’ll go take a shower.”

As usual, he took a shower first, and she rested first.

Han Rao still didn’t speak, so Zhao Jichuan quietly walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Han Rao lay on the bed, hearing the sound of running water, and let out a sigh of relief. She propped herself up and called the front desk.

“Hello.”

"Hello,"

Han Rao gave her room number and said, "Could you send me a dose of emergency contraception?"

The receptionist said it was possible.

After hanging up, only a few minutes passed before the phone rang again.

Han Rao's heart skipped a beat, fearing the receptionist was telling her they were out of emergency contraception.

Fortunately, it was a call automatically made by the robot system.

The moment she heard the mechanical voice, Han Rao's nose tingled, and she quickly wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went to the door.

She pushed open the door and saw a robot about waist-high.

Han Rao took out the medicine and jokingly patted the robot's "head."

The robot said, "Hello, I am working, please do not play with me."

Han Rao burst out laughing, amused by this command.

Once she closed the door and returned to her room, the smile on Han Rao’s face suddenly vanished. She twisted open a bottle of mineral water, held the pill in her mouth, and swallowed it down with the water without any hesitation.

The water was a bit cold, and as it slid down into her stomach, it still carried a chill.

Han Rao touched her stomach, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart.

Han Rao had never let her guard down when it came to contraception. In the past, no matter how passionate the foreplay with Zhao Jichuan was, she never forgot about this matter.

Han Rao did not believe in any form of borderline behavior, nor did she entertain any illusions of luck.

Those claims of "as long as you don't go all the way, it's fine"

were nonsense, just lies men told to fool young girls for their own pleasure. Han Rao never believed them.

So, even though at first, Zhao Jichuan didn't stay inside for long, she still didn't believe there was no risk.

Fortunately, now that she had taken the medicine, she finally felt completely at ease.

Han Rao covered the leftover water and tossed it on the table, listening to the gentle sound of water flowing in the bathroom.

Then she tried to quietly get her clothes from the bed, put them on, and left without looking back.

She didn’t want to face him, and she didn’t know how to face him.

They had never argued like this before, nor had they ever truly laid their bottom-line issues out in the open.

However, she didn't have the strength to think about these things now.

She just wanted to go home, take a hot shower, change into clean clothes, lie down on the bed and sleep, then go to the hospital to see her grandmother.

Zhao Jichuan stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He heard Han Rao leave and immediately raised his hand to turn off the shower.

In front of the mirror, the man looked tired, but he was neatly dressed.

He had no mood to take a shower; he just knew that Han Rao didn’t want to see him, knew he couldn’t fix the problems between them, so he found an excuse to hide away and give her some space.

But he never expected Han Rao to be so heartless.

Even when she called the front desk, deliberately lowering her voice, he still clearly caught what she said.

She said she wanted an emergency contraceptive pill.

No one knew how much pain Zhao Jichuan felt when he heard those words.

He hurt her, yet she had to bear the risks and responsibilities; he was truly despicable. But he also hated her coldness, hated her rationality, which completely shattered his hope of having a child with her.

The man's Adam's apple moved violently; he felt thirsty, his mouth dry, and his breathing labored.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, pushed open the bathroom door, immediately grabbed the car keys, and took the elevator downstairs.

Zhao Jichuan drove the car out of the underground parking lot, and sure enough, he saw Han Rao, small and delicate, standing in the wind waiting for a ride.

Actually, she looked especially beautiful today in this outfit—a camel-colored coat paired with a pair of black knee-high boots. The coat’s belt was loosely tied, yet it still outlined her good figure.

Han Rao had one hand in her pocket and the other holding her phone, wearing a black mask. Her jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, giving off an aloof vibe of a city woman.

Zhao Jichuan stared at that figure, lost in thought, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

It wasn’t until the car behind honked twice that the man snapped out of his daze and sluggishly pressed the accelerator.

He had actually come out intending to see her off, at least to personally take her home so he could feel at ease.

But it seemed God wasn’t going to give him that chance—

When there were about five meters left, a yellow taxi with a “texi”

sign stopped right beside her.

Han Rao opened the car door, leaned in, and slid inside—clean and decisive, without a trace of hesitation.

Zhao Jichuan saw that Han Rao's coat had fallen outside the door. But in the blink of an eye, the camel-colored hem was pulled back by her and disappeared.

Then, the car door was pulled shut from the inside.

The man was somewhat confused; he even thought he heard a loud bang, as if she had slammed the car door in front of him, telling him she didn’t want him anymore.

Zhao Jichuan's eyes were deep-set, his fingertips continuously tapping on the steering wheel.

The next second, he saw the taxi start its engine and completely drive away from him.