El magnate supremo de la ciudad

Capítulo 81

Du Heng was startled, never expecting Ye Chuhan to mock the only person in the world who could save his life. He couldn't help but say:

"Sect Master, Physician Ping..."

“To treat a doctor who is about to treat him with such rudeness and disrespect,” Ping Qiushui suddenly spoke up, her expression unchanged, with a faint smile, “it seems that the sect leader has truly lost all will to live and is only seeking death!”

On the soft couch.

Ye Chuhan's smile froze.

While he remained silent, the musicians in the warm pavilion wisely stopped playing and, following Du Heng's signal, led the group of demon dancers out.

Du Heng stepped forward and knelt down. "The sect leader's illness has been prolonged. Please allow Physician Ping to diagnose the sect leader immediately."

Ye Chuhan glanced indifferently at Ping Qiushui, whose expression remained calm.

"It's too late today, it's not too late to have another check-up tomorrow."

He rose slightly, twirling the gold and jade cup in his hand, casually taking a sip of fine wine, pulling a seductive concubine into his arms, and glancing mockingly at Ping Qiushui.

"Besides, even Doctor Ping has seen it; I am very busy right now."

"In that case, Qiu Shui will take her leave for now!"

Ping Qiushui, carrying a medicine pouch, remained calm and turned to Du Heng, saying, "Please, Elder Du, lead me out, as I am unfamiliar with the way."

Du Heng was helpless.

He glanced at Ye Chuhan, who was lying on the soft couch joking with her concubines, and had no choice but to leave the warm pavilion with Ping Qiushui.

As the door to the warm pavilion closed, only the gentle warmth of spring remained.

Ye Chuhan remained silent.

The several shapely concubines dared not continue their seductive smiles. They looked at each other helplessly, knowing that Ye Chuhan was unpredictable and could take their lives with a wave of his hand.

A short while later.

Ye Chuhan's lips curled up slightly, but a faint, cold smile slowly spread across them.

He turned to the concubines attending him, his eyes gleaming with a seductive light. He looked at one of them, a woman with clean features like a woman from Jiangnan, and extremely fair skin, even slightly pale.

"You stay, everyone else get out!"

Aside from the concubine he had chosen, the other concubines hurriedly stepped down from the soft couch and filed out. From the golden beast incense burner, the fragrance of jade dew wafted out, and the room was warm as spring.

The concubine who remained behind showed a slight unease between her brows.

"Come here." Ye Chuhan rested his head on his black hair, not even looking at her, and simply said this.

The concubine, who had only been in the valley for less than a day, carefully moved in front of Ye Chuhan. Only a slight blush appeared on her cheeks, which made her entire face look even paler than snow.

Ye Chuhan stared at her for a moment. Suddenly, he reached out and pulled the woman into his arms, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. He tore open her clothes and began kissing her snow-white skin with a frenzied, passionate kiss. The woman, her clothes ripped, was terrified by his violent actions, moaning incoherently, "...Sect...Sect Master..."

"Don't make a sound!"

Ye Chuhan suddenly reached out and covered her lips with his hand, stopping her from uttering a moan, as if her voice would wake him from his dream. He covered her mouth, but his lips roamed wildly over her warm neck, biting and nibbling without restraint...

The woman beneath him breathed heavily, suppressing a moan that threatened to escape her lips. Finally, she trembled as she reached out and tightly embraced Ye Chuhan, pressing herself against his cold body…

A wave of pleasure quickly engulfed the two figures entwined on the bed...

The red candles flickered, and the bed curtains were warm on this spring night.

Inside the golden beast-shaped incense burner, the fragrance of jade dew rose gently.

He held a warm, soft woman's body in his arms, enduring his wild venting, yet he felt as if he were immersed in icy seawater, unable to escape the bone-chilling cold no matter how hard he struggled.

It's so cold...

That pale woman, forever slumbering beneath the ancient ice and snow, must also possess such... bone-deep coldness!

What exactly is love in your eyes?

Her pale face was calm and somber, and her voice, tinged with pain, carried a hint of weary despair. "The love in your eyes is suspicion, is torment... is a selfish possessiveness that would rather hurt others than suffer itself, is a willful trampling and destruction... You have never loved anyone because you have never trusted anyone, you are afraid of betrayal because you hate..."

There is such a thing as love, and you only realize how heart-wrenching the pain is when it is destroyed!

This kind of pain is as if the whole world has died.

Burying his head deep into the woman's bare, smooth neck, Ye Chuhan closed his eyes tightly, murmuring in a daze like a child in a dream.

"……lotus……"

The woman beneath him was slightly startled. She only felt two streams of warm, scalding liquid fall onto the nape of her neck, silently and slowly sliding down her snow-white skin...

That is...

His tears!

Vol.2

The next day.