Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

The next morning, the satiated beast opened its eyes from its sleep and instinctively sought out that intoxicatingly soft and fragrant scent.

But when the large hand touched her, why didn't she react at all?

The man jolted awake, instantly sitting up in bed and reaching out to check her breath. Thankfully, she was still breathing.

It was still dark inside, with the curtains drawn. Wu Meng quickly turned on the light, but was shocked by what he saw. The girl on the bed was pale and barely breathing. Her slender neck, exposed under the thin blanket, was covered with bluish-purple hickeys, which looked quite cruel.

He pulled the blanket down, revealing even more shocking marks on her fair chest. The man's fingertips trembled, his dark eyes widened violently, and he wanted to hug her, yet he was afraid of hurting her again.

Wu Meng was a little confused. He didn't know why this was happening. How could she be so fragile? He had clearly been restraining himself last night, only using a little force when she resisted fiercely later. How could he have made her like this?

"Zhen...Zhenzhen..." The man's tongue was trembling as he cautiously called her name, but only silence answered him.

Snapped!Snapped!

The two slaps sounded exceptionally loud in the quiet room.

Wu Meng slapped himself twice, then wiped his face with his large hand, wrapped the person tightly in a thin blanket, not even letting a single hair show, and quickly carried him out the door.

"Young Master Wu, there's still something to discuss regarding your matter..."

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, a fearless lobby manager approached me.

"Fuck you!" The man continued walking away at full speed, kicking the manager who came up to demand an explanation, and then carried the man into the car.

Song, a trusted confidant, added another kick in a thuggish manner, "Looking for trouble? You're not qualified, get your boss!"

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A military helicopter arrived at a private villa in Yangon, and a man with a dark complexion carefully carried a girl wrapped in a plain-colored blanket into the upstairs bedroom.

I took her to the hospital in the morning. The doctor gave him a severe scolding. This tough military officer, who had fought on the battlefield, didn't dare to say a word when faced with the merciless reprimand from a middle-aged female doctor. He just kept nodding and urging the doctor to prescribe medicine and treat her as soon as possible.

Without pausing for a minute after leaving the hospital, they carried her onto the military plane and flew straight to Yangon. The doctor said she needed to rest, so they took her back to their territory to recuperate.

"Zhenzhen, are you hungry? I had someone make some bird's nest porridge, would you like to get up and eat some?"

The man, holding a bowl of porridge in his large hand, stood by the bed and gently called out to the girl who was lying motionless on the bed.

His response was still silence.

Since waking up this morning, she has been like a breathing Barbie doll, not eating, not drinking, not moving, not speaking, and not opening her eyes.

If Wu Meng hadn't repeatedly confirmed with the doctor that she was fine and conscious, he would have suspected that the person lying in bed was in a vegetative state.

"Zhenzhen, I'm sorry. I lost control last night and hurt you. If I explain now, you'll probably think I'm just making excuses. It's pointless. I take responsibility for my actions. It was my fault. I'm a bastard. Just listen to me, eat something, and once you've recovered, I'll let you vent your anger on me however you want. Even if you stab me in the back, I'll let you do it, okay?"

No matter how he tried to coax her, racking his brains to repeat the few good phrases he knew in Mandarin, the person on the bed remained motionless.

boom!

The man finally lost his patience and slammed the bowl heavily onto the bedside table.

"You can lie down if you want, and you don't have to eat. I'll have the doctor give you an IV drip this afternoon. Even if you're bedridden for the rest of your life, I can afford to take care of you!"

The wooden door was slammed shut.

Lying in bed, the girl's face was deathly pale, tears streaming down her tightly closed eyes. Her slender body trembled slightly beneath the thin blanket, and she was in so much pain that she didn't know how to control her emotions.

Since her father's affair years ago, her mother couldn't accept it and developed a nervous breakdown, resulting in mild depression. Although her father later turned back from the brink and returned to the family, accompanying her to a sanatorium for recuperation, her illness has never been fully cured since then.

Her brother started managing the family business while studying at the age of eighteen. In order not to cause him trouble, she always played the role of a good girl. To outsiders, she was a rich and noble heiress, but only she knew that she didn't even dare to cry openly.

Her brother seemed to protect her very well, but sometimes, excessive protection can be a burden. No one in the class dared to be her friend. Everyone knew that her family was rich, and they were afraid that if they played with her, she would look down on them. They were also afraid of breaking her things and offending her, which would cause trouble. The best way was to stay away from her.

My mother's illness consumed almost all of my father's energy. He was being schemed against by a mistress and his health was also poor. My brother was busy every day. She was young at the time and even more timid. She didn't know how to deal with the problems she encountered at school, so she could only silently endure, suppress, and digest them on her own.

As she grew up, she was about to graduate from university, looking forward to a new life and a fresh start. However, she trusted her relatives and was abducted to the underground black market, where she was then ravaged and abused by this terrible and savage man.

Looking back on my experiences from childhood to adulthood, I suddenly feel that this life is absolutely terrible. It would be better to just die than to be tormented by that horrible man.

The girl slowly stopped sobbing, her heart filled with despair, letting the tears stream down her cheeks and wet her dark hair.

In the living room, the man, frustrated by his rebuff, paced back and forth anxiously, finding fault with everything and wishing he could tear the entire roof off.

"Song Dang!"

"To!"

His trusted confidant entered respectfully from outside and saluted.

"Tell me, how do you coax a woman? You've slept with so many women, you must know a thing or two about how to make them happy!" The agitated officer lit a cigarette and asked in a deep voice.

"Huh?" The confidant was surprised at first, then hesitated for a moment.

"What the hell? Are you mute? I'm asking you a question!"

"Hehe!" Song Dang scratched the back of his head, looking embarrassed. "Deputy Commander, I haven't been to the red-light district in a long time. Why are you still trying to settle scores with me?"

"Shut the fuck up and answer my questions!" The impatient man ran out of patience and kicked his subordinate in the butt.

"Yes!" Adam said seriously, "Women love to hear sweet words, and also money, bags, jewelry, cosmetics and the like!"

Based on his past experience, as long as he sent these things to a woman, he could sleep with her without any problem. If he did, it meant he hadn't sent the right things!

"Are you talking about prostitutes in the red-light district?" The fierce-looking officer, with a cigarette between his long fingers, gave him a cold glance.

"Deputy Commander, look at what you're saying. He's dated some nice girls, and several of them were even university students from Yangon International College!"

The subordinate, unconvinced, stubbornly argued, "Don't you believe me? Female students aren't fairies from heaven. They like money too, they like pretty clothes and expensive jewelry. Last month when you gave me my bonus, I bought a gemstone necklace for Aju, and she came home with me that very day!"

"Get out!" The irritated officer kicked the man out impatiently. "I gave you the bonus so you could save it up to get married and live a good life, not so you could use it to pay tribute to prostitutes."

"Aju is my girlfriend, not a prostitute!" Song Dang shouted from behind the door before quickly slipping away.

Wu Meng stubbed out his cigarette, his dark eyes gleaming. Jewelry? Pretty clothes? Did she like them too?