After shouting at him, both of them froze in silence.

    "Uh...it..it hurts,"

    Nie Shuang awkwardly tried to excuse herself, her face stiff with discomfort as she raised her hands, attempting to brush his hand away. The man's expression remained as cold as ice, his thick brows furrowed slightly. His strong hand was still pressed against her soft chest. Who had ever heard of a wife rejecting her husband like this on their wedding night?

    He said nothing, only gripping her delicate neck and pushing her head down into the pillow. Nie Shuang nearly screamed, thinking he was going to kill her. But then, his icy face leaned closer.

    He was going to kiss her...

    What should she do…? Nie Shuang wondered.

    One thing was certain—this body wasn’t even hers. Her soul might have just wandered into it by accident, and she would probably return soon enough. Besides, this was supposed to be their auspicious night. She couldn’t interfere with the fate of a married couple, could she?

    But...he was too terrifying! Nie Shuang couldn’t hold back any longer. His gaze was sharp and freezing, like being pierced by shards of ice. She turned her head away and screamed in shock, causing his hot lips to land on her neck instead. In her previous life, despite being twenty-eight years old, Nie Shuang had never had a boyfriend. After finishing school, she had thrown herself into work, expanding her business until she landed on the cover of the country’s prestigious magazines. Where would she have found time for a relationship?

    This groom didn’t seem to care about her feelings at all. He stormed into the bridal chamber like some kind of wild beast—what bride wouldn’t be scared!?

    She mustered her strength and tried to push him away, but this man was stronger than she expected. He didn’t budge at all. Instead, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, while the other hand tore her red wedding dress apart with a savage yank.

    Wait! Was she really his bride? Why wasn’t he being gentle with her at all?

    Nie Shuang could only wonder. She had just traveled through time and didn’t understand anything yet, and now she was being assaulted by this brute?

    Her body shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin. The groom suddenly paused, his eyes sweeping over her body, making Nie Shuang blush.

    Hmph! Even if this wasn’t her real body, what gave him the right to do this? She glared at him.

    "General...let’s talk this over calmly."

    The corners of his lips curled up mockingly. He didn’t loosen his grip on her wrists, and instead, he bent down and sucked on her breast!

    Nie Shuang trembled all over, unsure of what was happening, but his tongue...his tongue was wicked. It was rough and hot, teasing the sensitive peak of her breast, while his other hand kneaded the soft flesh with pleasure. He no longer seemed angry; instead, he looked...strangely seductive…

    He suckled her full breast contentedly before trailing his rough tongue down to her navel. When she squirmed in protest, the cruel General reached for a belt. Nie Shuang quickly stammered to stop him.

    "W…Wait. What are you doing?"

    He said nothing, leaning over as if to tie her hands to the bedpost. Nie Shuang hurriedly blurted out,

    "No, no. I won’t resist you. Let’s just get it over with."

    He stared at her for a moment without saying a word. This must be the strangest conversation ever for a wedding night.

    Or maybe she should just stay quiet and endure until it is over, so there wouldn't be any problems?

    With that thought, Nie Shuang decided to let herself go. After all, he was incredibly handsome, so it wasn’t exactly a loss for her. She could just consider it as being pampered by a good-looking man.

    Even though she had resolved herself, when the moment finally came, Nie Shuang couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

    Damn it! How could it hurt this much?!

    Tears streamed down her face as he remained halfway inside her. At first, she had felt as if she was drifting into a blissful haze, like being at a spa. But then, out of nowhere, he grew more intense. His kisses and bites became more passionate, and his hands roamed roughly over her lower body, sending tremors through her, making her moan involuntarily.

    And then...

    “Ow! It hurts! I can’t take it! Stop, stop, stop—please stop!”

    His face twisted as if in torment, but his gaze down at her remained cold and detached. He muttered a curse under his breath, his strong arms gripping her thighs so tightly the veins bulged from the strain. Nie Shuang gasped for breath, the pain unbearable. His voice, when he finally spoke to her, was filled with scorn.

    "Is this how your family taught you to serve your husband?"

    Nie Shuang’s face hardened the moment she heard his words. Even though this body wasn’t truly hers and she didn’t belong to this time, she fully understood the meaning behind what he said. She turned her head sharply, biting down hard on her lip, her hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly that they almost tore.

    Seeing her stop resisting, he pushed himself in slowly but completely. Nie Shuang suppressed the pain, a stifled sound escaping her throat. Her beautiful face turned a deep red, drenched in sweat, with tears streaming down her cheeks pitifully. She had never cried from weakness before. No matter how hard life had been, she had never given up. But this pain—it was too much, like being stabbed with a dull blade.

    He groaned lowly, looking utterly satisfied, as he started to move, slow at first, then harder. Nie Shuang’s body shook uncontrollably, her hips pinned so tightly that she couldn’t move. His large body pounded into her small frame, as if he had completely lost control. She cried so much that her pillow was soaked, and eventually, she couldn’t hold back her sobs any longer. Her sweet cries mixed with his groans of pleasure.

    By the time he finished, she was nearly at her limit. She had cried until her throat was sore, and her eyes burned from the tears. She had never known the first time could hurt this much. Then again, it wasn’t surprising—this body was likely only fifteen or sixteen years old, forced to endure the desires of such a volatile man. How truly pitiful.

    He stood up and dressed, reaching out to grab the blood-stained cloth that had been placed on the bed, making as if to leave the bridal chamber. Nie Shuang quickly turned her back to him, not wanting to see his face again. But just as his footsteps reached the door, they turned back. She heard the sound of him undressing, and her entire body trembled with fear.

    “This can wait until tomorrow to give to your father. He wants me to spend time with you, so I’ll grant him that favor.”

    Nie Shuang wanted to cry but had no tears left. She could only roll her eyes upward as his dark figure loomed over her once again.