I Can’t Take It! The Delicate Darling Is Hounded Day and Night by a Mixed-Race Tycoon

[One-on-one romance, faithful couple] + [size difference] + [half-Russian, dangerous tycoon] + [genius, sweet-natured perfumer] + [possessive love] + [groveling chase] + [sweet, satisfying romance]

“Be good, open your mouth… Let me take one bite, just one.”

On a stormy night, Pei Wang finally dropped his disguise. Wen Ruan was pinned against the wall by a man who was one-quarter Russian. His scorching hand gripped her slender waist, and suffocating madness surged in his gray-blue eyes.

She begged through her tears, “Pei Wang, I have a fiancé… You can’t do this…”

The man only gave a cold laugh, lowered his head, and kissed her trembling neck. His voice was hoarse and obsessive. “Your fiancé? That good-for-nothing can’t even protect his own company’s stock. How could he protect you?” “Wen Ruan, in this life, I’m the only one you can marry.”

“Ah!” Wen Ruan shuddered in pain, her nails sinking deep into the iron-hard muscles of his forearm. He really bit her. It wasn’t a kiss, but a genuine bite.

Pei Wang didn’t stop. He slowly licked away the bead of blood that had welled up.

“Why are you crying?” Seeing tears roll down Wen Ruan’s cheeks, Pei Wang lifted his head and gently wiped them away. His touch was as tender as if he were handling a priceless treasure, but his words were utterly cruel:

“It should hurt.” “Only pain will make you remember.”

He bent down, pressed his lips to the wound that was still bleeding, and declared each word deliberately: “From today on, here, and here…” His hand traced down her back. “Every inch of you will bear my mark, Pei Wang’s.”

“Even in death, you’ll rot in my arms.”