linfengchun

Capítulo 87

“I’m not blind, of course I saw it…” another person murmured. “I’m a little confused… my lord…”

"They didn't fight back." The two who scaled the wall only saw the back half of the wall.

After muttering for a while, someone finally noticed the woman lying on the ground. A bright male face appeared in their sight, and they curiously looked down.

"The boss is too ruthless. He used such a heavy method. Does he really want her to lie down for a whole day?" As she whispered, she suddenly felt a release from her body and immediately sprang up to rush in, but her wrist went numb and she was grabbed again.

"Don't go over there, this is their own business." Bi Jun was always kind to women, and advised them gently. "Besides, she's not someone to be trifled with, so you don't need to worry about her at all."

Shuangjing was frantic, her voice hoarse, and tears streamed down her face. "What do you know? Miss has no martial arts skills anymore, she can't even walk properly..."

The two fell silent for a moment.

After a while, Bi Jun lightly pressed a few acupoints, temporarily subduing the loyal maid.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to her." The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. "The person in this world who is most unwilling to let her suffer is him."

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Heart

With the loud slam of the door shut, a chill ran through her, and the presence beside her was terrifying. She began to struggle in vain, and with the sound of tearing fabric, her layers of winter clothes ripped like paper, and she was instantly naked like a baby.

Overwhelmed by the force, she had no chance to cope. As she watched him, pale-faced and furious, remove his clothes, she couldn't suppress her panic. Her fingers clenched slightly, and he saw it all.

"You know what I'm going to do, and I understand you still have a trick up your sleeve, trying to make me stop and just go ahead and do it. Haven't you already planned out my life and death? Controlling me is even easier for you."

Her face paled even more, and she couldn't utter a sound as she listened to the other person's pained yet sarcastic tone.

Seeing that she remained silent, his anger and hatred intensified. He spread her slender legs apart with one hand, pressed his tall body down on her, and penetrated her body.

The excruciating pain caused her to arch her back instantly.

Such actions were torture for both of them, yet he deliberately invaded her, staring intently at the person trapped beneath him, his deep black eyes as cold as ice, his fingers digging into her flesh. She tensed up, a drop of blood seeping from her bitten lip, her pale face enduring his brutality, her dry, trembling body trembling slightly from the pain.

So that's the kind of hatred he felt. Something welled up in my mind, choking me and making my throat ache.

It was to be expected; he was a proud man at heart, yet he was utterly defeated before her, retreating step by step, until finally… The jade-colored nails on the man's wrist loosened and fell with a soft thud. She lowered her eyelashes, silently enduring the merciless abuse. There was no begging for mercy, no cry of pain; humiliation lingered in her eyes, mingled with sorrow.

He was the one who couldn't take it anymore.

He suddenly withdrew and turned her over. His fingertips slid into her lips, prying open her clenched teeth, and at the same time, he thrust deeply into her from behind. Her trembling could no longer be concealed between her teeth, and a gasp escaped her lips. She was still stiff, but her body instinctively became wet, easing the rough pain.

A muffled groan was faintly heard, and the penis buried inside her began to move, thrusting repeatedly into her soft depths, growing increasingly frenzied. He had never been so rough before; she struggled to breathe several times, unable to suppress soft moans. He only grew more aroused, gripping her slender waist and ramming in hard, forcing out more uncontrollable sounds. Both of them forgot the beginning of their entanglement; a frenzied desire devoured everything.

Knowing how despicable his actions were, knowing she had given up resisting, he couldn't control his rampant urges. Her alluring, mature curves were addictive; he was hopelessly addicted, like an insatiable thirst seeking solace in her soft, delicate body. Her delicate skin was ravaged until it was slightly red; she weakly pushed and begged, but couldn't escape his entanglement. He penetrated her most vulnerable spot, greedily savoring the sweetness, his sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle caresses driving her to the brink of collapse, utterly defeated in his onslaught.

The sky went from bright to dark, then darkened again and then brightened once more.

She didn't know how many times she had woken up, but this time the tranquility gave her a strange feeling. It took her a while to remember, and she slowly turned her head to the side. Gone was the initial rage; the handsome face that had been sleeping had lost its ferocity. He was sleeping peacefully, his well-proportioned body radiating warmth, pressed tightly against her, one hand still clasped around his waist.

She gazed silently for a long time, longing to smooth her slightly furrowed brows with her fingertips.

The curtains hung low, casting a dim light, making it impossible to tell what time it was. Outside, all was silent; it didn't seem heavily guarded at all, yet they allowed him… such absurd indulgence…

Unwilling to think any further, I forced the hand away from my waist, the unspeakable soreness almost unbearable. I lifted the silk quilt and took a slight breath, just about to try to move, when a strong arm silently clung to me.

"Where do you want to go?" the hoarse voice whispered.

She paused for a moment, remained silent, and then pointed to the bathroom next door.

He glanced at her, picked her up, and carried her over.

Soaking in the warm pool water, her waist was so weak she could barely sit up. He didn't say a word, but held her close in his arms, gently washing her hair and cleansing away the stickiness from her body, stroking the deep and shallow bruises, all traces he had left behind.

"Does it hurt?"

She shook her head.

He lowered his head and bit down hard on his shoulder, leaving deep teeth marks.

Does it hurt?

She endured the pain with a pale face, rinsing away the slowly seeping blood with water.

“I want you to say it hurts.” He licked his lips, savoring the rusty, metallic taste of blood. “I don’t want you to suffer in silence, without crying or saying a word, as if nothing happened, without feeling anything at all.”

"If you cry and tell me... it won't hurt anymore?" she replied weakly.

"It will still hurt." He wrapped his arms around her from behind, avoiding the wound he had inflicted. "But I'll know you're in pain, and I'll try to make it less painful for you."

The silence continued; he waited, waiting for her promise.

She finally spoke.

"Many years ago, I also read Buddhist scriptures." His dark, bright eyes were indifferent and weary. "I only remembered one sentence."

"When people are in love and desire, they come and go alone, are born and die alone, and bear their own joys and sorrows, with no one to take their place."

"Are you scared?" Instead of anger, he smiled.

She didn't understand what he meant, nor did she want to ask, silently feeling the water slip through her fingers.

"Guess what? Are you afraid that one day the person you depend on will turn away, or are you afraid that you will be looked down upon because of your dependence?" He ran his long fingers through her black hair, almost cruelly revealing her well-hidden, almost invisible fear. "You lack a sense of security, and that's not your fault. You grew up relying on your own strength, so you don't trust anyone."

"Even though Jun Suiyu is your own brother and takes good care of you, he still refuses to give up the martial arts that have become a scourge, for fear of losing control of reality. You fear your powerlessness more than death."

“You only trust Shen Huaiyi. He’s dead, but that will never change his kindness towards you. And me… I’m still alive.” He gave a bitter smile. “So you’re afraid, afraid that one day I’ll regret everything I’ve done for you.”

"You're afraid that other people's criticism will eventually wear down my love, and I'll end up like Fei Qin."

"You're afraid I'll know about your injuries, afraid I'll see you so weak and out of control. You're afraid I'll impulsively get close to you, only to grow tired of it and no longer want to take on the responsibility."

"Perhaps... you're more afraid that one day you'll hate me."

Her body began to tremble, but she tried her best to suppress it, hugging her knees tightly, her back bent like a fragile bow.

His voice was very soft, and he looked at her tenderly, but he didn't touch her.

"Look at you, you're so timid. How can you manage without me?"

"No... I'm alone... I'm not afraid of anything..." The murmured words seemed to be an attempt to convince herself. "You're wrong... You must be wrong..."

“It was my fault; I never realized you had so many fears.” He sighed knowingly. “…The more afraid you are, the more you love me.” Even though she would never admit it.

“I hurt you… but I won’t apologize.” He rubbed away the bruises on his shoulder, his eyes filled with pity and slight regret, but his words were indifferent. “If you remain obstinate, I will do it again and again.” His gentleness turned into an unyielding domineering force. “You are mine, every single inch of you. I am yours too, and you are not allowed to refuse me. Don’t try to escape again, don’t make me hate you, don’t force me to keep you by hurting you.”

The sound of water lingered for a long time, and her slender fingers clenched in spasm.

"It's too late." Her voice trembled with tears as she buried herself deep in the pool. When he pulled her out, her face was covered in water, and she was biting her lip hard.

“I did my best. I don’t regret killing the Pope, but…” She couldn’t finish her sentence.

She knew, she knew how good he was, but she was already hopeless.

Driven by revenge, she willingly risked everything. She didn't regret the heavy price she paid, but she had no room to dream of anything else. What good was being tempted? Without martial arts skills, she would only be an incredibly troublesome burden.

She shouldn't have gone back to Jiangnan with him, and she shouldn't have lingered on for so long, getting deeper and deeper into trouble, making everything worse and worse.

He always wanted her answer; what could she possibly say?

Her body was in terrible shape, her temper was awful, and her past was infamous… What else could she possibly give him?

He wiped the water from his bare face and finally saw large tears fall, like pearls rolling down his cheeks, causing a dull ache in his chest, a tearing pain in his heart, a desolate and bone-chilling despair. He had wanted to make her cry, but he had never imagined that she would be in so much pain if she actually cried. How could he lose her?

"Your martial arts skills are from Jun Suiyu...when?" He tried his best to keep his tone normal.

"Not long after you met me, he promised me that I could choose for myself, but..."

"Did your legs start around that time too?"

She held back her tears, nodding with a choked sob. "It took nearly a month to clear the blocked meridians, and now I can barely walk..."

He closed his eyes, hating his own carelessness. She hadn't stood up that day when they drank, and he hadn't even noticed, completely absorbed in her sweet smile. What kind of feelings lay beneath those soft words and tender smiles that day?

"How much longer?" What a cruel question, it took almost all of my strength to ask it.

"I don't know." She sniffed, her clear black and white eyes slightly red. "Originally, I only had three years left... Now that I've lost my martial arts, I don't know how many more days I can extend it... Although I don't have to sleep all the time anymore... It's no use, I'm already a cripple. Look at these hands, I can't even lift anything heavier than a cup..." Her dark eyes welled up with tears again, and she turned her head to the side.

Three years... that's so short... but... there are at least three more years.

He gently stroked her soft, boneless hand, and after a long while, he suddenly smiled, lowering his eyes to hide his sorrow.

"You... can still feed me wine, and you can keep me company while I look at flowers. Besides, you're so light, I don't mind carrying you anywhere."

She stared at him blankly, then suddenly pulled her hand away. "I don't need your pity."

"I'd like to ask for your sympathy." She touched her pink lips with her fingertip. "It's pitiful that I've been chasing you for so many years, and I've only just caught you today. I'm glad you've lost your martial arts skills, let's see how you escape now."

He kissed her beautiful, slender neck, his words almost a whisper.

"Stop arguing. From now on, we should enjoy every day we have. I don't want to let you go. I want you for as long as you have left."

"OK?"

Her nose stung with tears, and she bit her lip again.

His lips landed unhappily on her breasts, making muffled sounds as he gently sucked.

"Is it good?" His fingertips brushed against her bare back, and her soft, white skin trembled instantly.

After several rounds of lovemaking, she was extremely sensitive and almost lost control of her voice, grabbing his hand tightly. "You...don't do this..."

He ignored her, his frivolous teasing revealing his complete understanding of her body, easily arousing his desire.

"Still won't tell?" A wicked laugh rang out as he deftly lifted her long legs and thrust into her delicate body with a fierce masculine force.

The scorching invasion was hard and forceful. She suppressed a scream, but couldn't control her erratic breathing. There was no chance to catch her breath. The fierce impact was as frequent as a torrential downpour. Numbness and pleasure surged through her body. She leaned weakly against his arm, limply allowing herself to be plundered. Her soft moans mingled with the sound of water, and her body spread with the mist.

Her long, wet hair swayed in the water, strands rising and falling, covering the entwined lovers.

Author's Note: Writing H scenes is so hard! I really wanted to replace it with the following (omitting XXXX words)... but I'm afraid of getting a lot of flak, tears~~~~

I need a reward! I'm yelling for one more time, I really love long reviews... 555~~~~

It was rolling around on the ground, looking like a little ball.

marriage proposal

When Jiuwei stepped into the courtyard, she was surprised, yet also somewhat amused.