Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: What Did You Say I Am to You?

Lin Zhiyi watched Mark approach, struggling to fall from the chair, but her body didn’t move an inch.

Mark stopped unhurriedly in front of her, crouched down, and touched her face and back with his hand.

"Such a perfect piece of skin, no wonder your price is so much higher than the others. Don’t worry, I will be careful."

Skin?

Lin Zhiyi was startled and struggled to open her mouth, stammering, "What, what skin? What price, price..."

After saying this, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and collapsed weakly on the ground, unable to move.

Mark, upon hearing her words, seemed to think of something exciting and twisted his hands uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he leaned close to Lin Zhiyi, his breath reeking of alcohol as he sinisterly smiled.

"You’ve been sold."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi, shocked, still tried to save herself, clenching her teeth while fighting with all her might.

"No! No! Stop! You’ll leave bruises! It will ruin the aesthetic!"

Saying this, he stepped on Lin Zhiyi’s struggling fingers.

Lin Zhiyi felt a piercing pain but had no strength to cry out.

Finally, she was picked up by Mark and placed on a long table.

Then, he pulled out a special red cord and tied her to the table, facing down.

Once everything was ready,

Mark poured a glass of wine, gently swirled the glass, and looked down on Lin Zhiyi’s bound body from above.

"So beautiful. Don’t worry, you’ve been drugged, you won’t feel pain, you’ll actually enjoy the process. You should thank me for collecting your beauty."

He spoke with emphatic modulation, then dropped a pill into his wine glass.

Fizz...

The pill dissolved the moment it touched the water.

Mark drank it down in one gulp, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with nothing but madness and restlessness.

Humming a tune, he donned protective gear, and ran his fingertips across the packaging, selecting a sharp scalpel from an assortment of knives.

Lin Zhiyi lay on the table, limbs tied to the corners, unable to even muster the strength to struggle.

All she could do was watch helplessly as Mark pressed the knife to her cheek, and he chuckled lowly, "Shhh, don’t be afraid, my muse."

At the sound, Lin Zhiyi felt a shiver of dread.

Only now did she understand how his "inspiration" was obtained.

No wonder there had never been talk of any girlfriends; she thought he was being protective, but all these so-called muses were disposable!

The cold blade touched her cheek and slid down bit by bit, finally stopping at the nape of her neck.

With a hissing sound,

Her shirt was slit open along her spine.

Mark ran his hand along Lin Zhiyi’s back, occasionally uttering exclamations of admiration.

"You will become my most satisfying work."

"We’ll take our time... You’ll like it."

As the blade touched Lin Zhiyi’s back, her body began to tremble violently, and something terrifying seemed to be clawing its way out from the depths of her soul, besides the fear.

It was as if Lin Zhiyi’s brain had been electrocuted when voices from the past began to grow clearer in her mind.

"Is it my turn now?"

"Ah! So much blood..."

My head hurts!

Whether it was the drugs or not, she felt an overwhelming sense of excitement being replaced by immense pain, yet she didn’t know what was causing her suffering.

Unable to control her tears, they fell continuously, the table already damp.

Her body seemed to be under the control of another self, giving up the struggle, eyes hollow and open.

Lin Zhiyi paused, but she still resisted being touched, murmuring, "Don’t, don’t touch me..." _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi grasped at a moment of clarity among her muddled thoughts, and recalling Mark’s actions, she couldn’t stop trembling.

Gong Chen seemed to feel her fear and held her body tightly, saying in a deep voice, "It’s alright now."

The man across from them immediately packed up the syringe and medicine, "Third Young Master, it’s done."

Gong Chen spoke coldly, "Destroy it."

The man nodded and quickly disappeared at the door.

The cold medicine flowed through Lin Zhiyi’s veins, and she didn’t feel relief but rather as if her body were being gnawed away.

"It hurts... let go of me..."

"You need to adjust, bear with it," Gong Chen tightened his grip on her resisting wrist.

Lin Zhiyi’s wrist had been bound by Mark, and the dreadful marks had not yet faded; suddenly gripped again, the pain made her gasp.

The discomfort in her body brought the grievances she had been suppressing to the surface.

Her voice choked, "I don’t need your help! Go away! Why did you save me? I have nothing left for you to use!"

"Stop it," Gong Chen said coldly, slightly loosening his grip when he noticed the scars on her wrist.

Stop it?

Lin Zhiyi wished she could make a scene.

But she didn’t even have the right to do that.

Perhaps the medication was taking effect, she regained some strength and pushed Gong Chen away with all her might.

"So what if I make a scene? Who are you to me, and why do you have the right to control me? You’re always like this, why are you always like this?"

She couldn’t define what ’like this’ was, but she felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.

After raising her voice, her head felt a bit oxygen-deprived, and she staggered toward the door.

Suddenly, from behind, a voice came, and Lin Zhiyi was abruptly pulled back.

The man bit her lip wildly, being rough and domineering, his eyes filled with darkness and displeasure.

Seconds later, lip to lip, the man’s dark eyes stared at her, and when he spoke, it was with a biting and grinding tone.

"You tell me, what am I to you?"