Yuna shrank back and shook her head. "I mean-if I'm given a second chance, I won't do it again."

Wesley smirked, and his eyes were full of sarcasm. It was obvious that he didn't believe Yuna's words.

Yuna shrugged and added, "Anyway, I can't succeed. Why waste the strength?"

The reason was not pleasant to the ears, but Wesley's face looked a little nicer, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Get up!"

After the meal, Yuna was forcefully handcuffed in the room by Wesley again, so she could only stare at the ceiling in boredom.

She waited and waited until it was 10 o'clock. Wesley finally came back. She pulled on the handcuffs and said, "I want to take a shower."

Wesley replied coldly, "You only have five minutes."

A girl taking a shower in five minutes?

Either he had no humanity left or he wanted to perform anti-human behavior!

Yuna asked provokingly, "What if it takes me more than five minutes?"

Wesley looked at his watch and said with a poker face, "Your nonsense has already wasted 10 seconds."

Had he started counting down already?

"Damn it!"

Yuna was almost pissed off. She jumped up and rushed into the bathroom as fast as she could.

She could swear that her speed was absolutely comparable to that of a 12th-level typhoon. Finally, she put on her clothes at the last second.

It was almost at the same time that Wesley opened the door and walked in. He looked at Yuna coldly and ordered, "Get out."

After the order was given, Wesley began to take off his clothes, regardless of how sexy his body was.

Yuna called him a pervert in her heart and ran out of the bathroom with her head down. Only then did she realize that the pervert Wesley didn't handcuff her.

Did he forget? Or was he sure that she wouldn't be able to escape?

Yuna lay on the bed in confusion. It didn't take long before Wesley came out.

He wiped his hair with a white towel and inadvertently exposed his well-defined abdominal muscles. The lines of his shoulders and neck were sexy and smooth, and his body was so attractive that anyone would want to pounce on him at any moment.

However, it was a pity that he was Wesley, a devil, not a teenager in a comic whose legs were long and soft. Yuna could only silently give up the idea of getting on top of him.

After drying his hair, Wesley casually put aside the used towel, lifted the quilt, and lay down in bed.

For a moment, some hot and chaotic memories came to Yuna's mind. She kept moving backwards to the other side of the bed, and it was hard to hide her fear.

Wesley noticed Yuna's movements. He stretched out his slender legs and held her down stably. "Sleep."

Yuna struggled and protested, "How can I sleep with you pressing me like this?"

Wesley slowly turned to look at Yuna and asked, "How about that? Isn't it enough?"

"It's not enough... not enough..."

In Yuna's mind, she wasn't shy, but she still couldn't stand Wesley's words. Her cheeks were burning hot. She closed her eyes obediently and didn't dare to put up any more resistance.

She deeply felt that in terms of being a pervert, Wesley was invincible in this world.

He'd better never give her a chance to suppress him.

Otherwise, she would definitely let Wesley know who "the best in the world in pressing" was.

Although the posture was not very comfortable, Yuna still fell asleep in the end.

The next day, when she opened her eyes, she found herself in Wesley's arms.

She didn't know when it began or who was the first to hug.

Yuna only knew that she was leaning in Wesley's arms. One of his hands was on her waist and gently circled her.

Her breath blew on Wesley's chest, and his chin was pressed against her head intimately...

At this moment, they looked like a couple.

Yuna closed her eyes feeling greatly satisfied and didn't move a bit.

If it was a dream, she was willing to drown in it and sleep forever.

If it was reality, she was willing to maintain this position until Wesley woke up and pushed her away.

Yuna didn't know how long she could live. She was just sure that the intimate hug between her and Wesley was lessening.

Like a thief who had done something they felt guilty about, Yuna carefully leaned against Wesley's chest with her eyes closed. She didn't even dare to breathe freely.

"As long as I keep quiet, Wesley won't wake up so soon. Then I can be presumptuous for another minute, right?"

It turned out that Yuna had underestimated Wesley's biological clock.

At seven o'clock, Wesley moved a bit. Yuna had slept in the same bed with him before. So in a flash, she realized-Wesley had woken up.

"I can't let him find out that I'm awake!"

Yuna wanted to pretend to wake up just now. She suddenly looked up and her head happened to collide with Wesley's chin. Then she heard two rows of teeth chattering together.

She was stunned and looked at Wesley, only to find that his handsome face was covered with fury.

"Wesley, I didn't mean to..."

Her deer-like eyes were full of horror. While explaining, she almost subconsciously stepped back, but her little actions infuriated Wesley.

Wesley put his hand on her shoulder and looked down at her. "You have a lot of strength. It seems that you've really recovered."

Yuna looked at Wesley warily. "What do you want?"

"Well, I'll follow your advice and make good use of you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wesley's lips pressed against hers. He pried open her teeth and went straight in, absorbing her sweetness as she just woke up.

He pressed down on Yuna's shoulder and kept her still with his slender and strong legs, giving her no chance to struggle.

Yuna was not the kind of person who would easily give in. She made up her mind and bit Wesley's lower lip.

Wesley frowned and stopped. Yuna could clearly see the blood on his injured lower lip.

Well, somehow, when looking at Wesley this way... he seemed to be even sexier.

After a moment of obsession, Yuna realized that this was not the reaction she should have!

While Yuna was confused, Wesley lowered his head and smeared the blood on her lips. Then he kissed her lips and pushed the faint smell of blood into her mouth.

"Uh..."

Yuna's eyes were wide open, and countless words popped up in her mind. Every one of them was written in bold-Pervert!!

She struggled with her hands and feet, but it was impossible for her to get rid of Wesley.

Wesley was too familiar with her sensitive spots. He broke them one by one. After a few moves, she gradually lost her sanity, and her strength seemed to have been drained. She could only close her eyes slightly and let Wesley suppress her.

Wesley looked at the "little dear", who had been tamed, and smiled. He took her little by little, took her into another world, and wandered around...

From resistance to powerlessness, Yuna could only scratch Wesley's back in the end and couldn't help giving him the response he wanted...

She thought that as long as she didn't struggle, Wesley would soon let her go.

It turned out that she had underestimated this man's interest.

When Yuna woke up again, it was already afternoon.

The autumn sun fell lazily on the window, through which the shadow of a tree came in. It was beautifully laid on the floor and swayed with the autumn wind.

Yuna removed the quilt and took a look at herself. Wesley not only showered her, but also got her dressed.

The most important thing was that he did not handcuff her.

"Has that freak Mu restored his conscience?"

No matter what the answer was, the most important thing at the moment was not it, but that she was hungry.

Yuna got up and walked out with her legs, which had no more strength. When she passed by the study, she heard Wesley's voice.

"I don't intend to release her."

Yuna was stunned and stopped, and countless words popped up in her mind again.

"Crap!

"What the fuck! Wesley really decided to keep me here!"

If she didn't go back to Rowdy, not only would she not be able to avenge her grandmother, but everything she had done, including the attack that Wesley had suffered two months ago, would all be in vain!

By the way, should she run away now?

Before Yuna could take action, Wesley had already noticed her. He came out and glanced at her. "When did you come out?"

"Just now," Yuna said frankly, "As for the words you don't want me to hear, I've already heard them."

Unexpectedly, Wesley didn't care about that at all. He said leisurely, "That's great. Then I don't have to repeat them to you again."

"Wesley!" Yuna was so angry that she wanted to pounce on him and bite him. "Is it interesting? Why do you keep me by your side?"

Wesley lowered his voice and let out a warm breath in Yuna's ear. "Because I found that you are very useful."

How long would it take for him to get tired of the joke about "using"?

Yuna couldn't help sneering. "When are you going to let me go?"

"I don't know," Wesley said calmly, "I don't know when I'll lose interest in you."

Yuna gritted her teeth and looked at Wesley with hatred, thinking of hundreds of ways to get away.

Wesley seemed to have seen through Yuna's thoughts and warned her, "Don't try to run away, or..."

With a stubborn look, Yuna asked provokingly, "Or what?"

Wesley sneered and said ambiguously, "You know the consequences."

His evil look was like a special effect of ecstasy. As soon as he leaned in, Yuna's heart began to beat out of control.

"Damn, the rules of the game aren't like this. Wesley has violated the rules directly!"

Yuna subconsciously stepped back, and Wesley reacted quickly. He reached out his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist. The more she struggled, the tighter Wesley's arms circled her.

For convenience, Wesley gave Yuna a blouse. As she struggled, the buttons of the blouse were pulled open. Wesley lowered his head and saw a scar on Yuna's lower abdomen.

If he remembered correctly, this scar should have been caused by him.

"Your masterpiece." Yuna took the opportunity to get free of Wesley's grasp and asked coldly, "Are you satisfied?"

"It's too shallow," Wesley said. "Not good enough."

"..."

Yuna had nothing to say. She could only curse him repeatedly in her heart, "Pervert!"

She couldn't stay here and continue to leave her life to fate.

It was not only because of Wesley's pervertedness, but also because she became more and more easily influenced by him.

She was afraid that if things went on like this, she would become more and more dependent on him and would never be able to leave him.

However, Wesley didn't love her. His interest in her and his so-called "use" of her was just to get revenge on her for her deception and betrayal in the past.

She didn't want to be Wesley's tool.

She wanted to go back, avenge her grandmother, and help Brian bring down Rowdy.

As for whether she could come back or not...

It didn't matter. Anyway, she didn't even know how many days she had left.