Chapter4

The three young warriors had long turned pale and fled in panic. Previously, I would have been overjoyed to see Ron like this—it meant he was jealous and thus angry. But now, perhaps Ron was just saving face. I forced myself to look away from his body, bit the tip of my tongue to stay awake. "Bodies are all the same, and besides, they're more willing to show me." Before I finished speaking, he suddenly pulled me over. His hot body pressed against me instantly, his solid chest against mine, leaving no gap. One big hand firmly clasped my lower back, the other propped against the tree trunk beside my ear, trapping me completely in his arms. "What do you want?" His hot breath hit my face. I struggled hard, my hands pressing against his sweaty, hot chest. "Ron, let me go!" The hard, iron-like touch made my fingertips tingle, draining my strength. In the struggle, my fingers accidentally brushed his tight abs; his body trembled suddenly, and a low growl escaped his throat. The hand on my waist tightened suddenly, almost crushing me. "Ron... forcing isn't good..." I panted, my voice trembling. The strong male pheromones on him seemed to completely intoxicate me. Making me flustered. He stared at me fiercely. Complex emotions surged in his eyes. "Fine... then." He stepped back. He didn't look at me again and turned to leave. After that day, Ron was obedient, keeping his distance from me. Every night, he slept on the floor beside my bed, no longer sharing the bed. But at midnight, I always felt hot, as if something was pressing against me. There were often a few drops of unknown liquid by the bed that hadn't been cleaned up in time. These servants are getting lazier and lazier. Could it be that they all knew Ron and I were on bad terms and started neglecting me? It's fine; we both know how to handle this relationship. Ron, enduring sleeping in the same room with me every night, must have been fed up for a long time, right? Sending these servants to disgust me, not cleaning properly, hinting that I should leave? Thinking of this, my face darkened. Ron was getting up from the bed. I couldn't help but say: "Ron, what are these servants doing?" "Can't they even keep things clean?" I pointed at the few drops of unknown liquid by the bed, angry. When Ron saw it, he froze for a moment, and his ears seemed to turn red. "Yeah..." Then his tone returned to its usual coldness. "I'll tell them to do their jobs properly and clean up well." With our relationship so strained, I thought he would either stay silent or fly into a rage. Unexpectedly, he still acted like a good mate. What a mockery. Aren't you tired of acting? I sneered and held my tongue, knowing words would be wasted. Anyway, I had drafted the document, waiting to submit it to the council of elders for approval. By then, Ron and I would have no relationship. He got up and put on his clothes as if nothing had happened. Ron packed his things, ready to go far away again. At the door, he suddenly turned around and said coldly: "You'd better not cause any more trouble these days. Wait for me to come back." I didn't reply, just watched him leave. Wait for you? Ron, I'm afraid there's no chance. I've had enough of this acting.