She wanted to kiss him, but she didn't.
She said that he would think that she was dirty, so she would never kiss his lips.
Xuan Ying stretched his hand out and pressed on her red lips forcefully, ravaging them. He watched as her red lips lost their color under his fingers.
Moving his thin lips, he spat out a few words. "At least you know your place!"
Feng Lingxue unbuckled his belt, her lashes fluttering. "Thank you for the compliment, Silver Mask King."
The two of them, who were once in love, were now strangers.
Even the atmosphere in the luxury car had become cold and oppressive.
It was suffocating.
Half of Xuan Ying's handsome face was dark and gloomy. She was in his arms and all he could see was her delicate skin.
He recalled that three years ago, she was about to turn 18.
The top hostess of Ah Jiao's Room, Feng Lingxue, was about to turn 18. The news spread like wildfire and all the bigwigs were tempted.
Because they were going to film Feng Lingxue's virginity.
On Feng Lingxue's 18th birthday, she would welcome the first man in her life.
Ah Jiao's Room and everyone was waiting, waiting for this banquet.
That night, he sat on the roof with her. "Ling 'er, three days later, on your 18th birthday, I'll take you with me."
She nodded her head, pouncing into his arms. "Brother Ying, I've been waiting for you to say that."
With that, she held his face, kissing him on the lips.
That was their first kiss.
And it was the only time.
Then, on the day of her 18th birthday, something happened that changed their lives forever.
Thinking back to that day, Xuan Ying's eyes were bloodshot and bloodthirsty. He stretched his hand out to tug on her underwear.
Feng Lingxue quickly pressed his hand down.
Xuan Ying's face darkened at her rejection. With a wave of his hand, her exquisite body fell onto the sofa.
Kneeling on one knee beside her, he leaned over and bit her smooth shoulder.
Hiss.
Feng Lingxue's face contorted in pain. His sharp teeth had already pierced through her skin, sinking deep into her flesh.
She clung to the sofa tightly, gasping for air.
Xuan Ying tasted blood in his mouth, the corners of his lips kicked up and he whispered in her ear, "Feng Lingxue, you should be glad that I'm interested in your body now. You'd better behave, otherwise I'll really … kill you!"
His cold and gloomy voice was like an evil spirit haunting her ears, making her shiver all over.
At this moment, she did not doubt his words at all.
He would really kill her.
Xuan Ying's kiss moved downwards from her shoulder. Now that she was sprawled on the sofa, her long, silky hair was scattered messily, covering her beautiful back.
Her entire body was sparkling and translucent, and she had a stunningly beautiful figure. There was a deep indentation on her back that snaked all the way to her buttocks, and the line of her buttocks was extremely perky.
He thought about how she had done all kinds of twirling and dancing movements on the ribbon just now. It was really like a willow brushing the branches, graceful and graceful.
When he was young, she had entered his erotic dreams so many times. When she woke up, she wet her pants.
He had always wanted her.
That was why he was so interested in her body.
"Silver Mask King, have you thought it through? I can use other methods to serve you. My body isn't clean, why do you have to touch me?" Feng Lingxue made a final attempt.
She did not want to do it with him.
No woman would agree to it under such circumstances. There was a chauffeur in front, he wanted to put on a show.
"It's fine, I'm just a tool to satisfy my lust," he replied.
Tool?
She had already become a tool.
Feng Lingxue buried her face in the sofa. At this moment, she felt a weight on her body, he was pressing down on her.
"I'm still a virgin," she suddenly said.
Her words made Xuan Ying's body stiffen. He stretched his arm out and pulled her into his embrace. "What did you just say? Say it again."
Feng Lingxue's limbs were cold, her clothes were barely covering her body and she was just like a porcelain doll. "I said, it's my first time."
"Really? You're not lying to me? "
Feng Lingxue stretched out her slender arm, there was a chastity mark on it. "This is the mark of a virgin, I didn't lie to you."
Xuan Ying's eyes instantly lit up. He stretched his arm out and stroked her head, as if she was his most beloved pet. "Feng Lingxue, I didn't misjudge you. How could a vain woman like you sell your first time so easily? You must still be keeping it, waiting to be sold for a higher price.
"I'll get someone to buy your freedom. You don't have to return to Ah Jiao's Room anymore. You can follow me and be my … concubine.
"Although I have many concubines now, they're not as good as you at serving me. If you serve me well, I won't get tired of sleeping with you. I'll dote on you and when I get married in the future, I won't forget about you."
Feng Lingxue lowered her eyes and listened, not saying a word.
At this moment, Xuan Ying stretched his arm out, pinching her face and forcing her to lift her head. "Why, are you unhappy?"
With that, he leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Although you're still a virgin, it doesn't change the fact that you're a prostitute. I'm already giving you face by making you my concubine and not my slave. Do you still want to be my Duchess?"
Feng Lingxue nodded. "I understand, but I'm not feeling well today. Can I come back another day?"
"Sure." He felt refreshed and pained.
Feng Lingxue was slightly surprised. He had agreed so quickly.
Xuan Ying's hands slid down, grasping her svelte waist. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her. "You won't dare to lie to me, right?"
She said she was a virgin.
He believed her for the time being.
She wouldn't dare to lie to him.
Feng Lingxue's scalp went numb under his vicious gaze, but she said calmly, "I wouldn't dare."
"That's good."
Xuan Ying took off his black trench coat and draped it over her body, covering her body. "You can leave now. I'll look for you soon. When the time comes, smile a little. Aren't prostitutes supposed to sell their smiles?"
"Oh."
Feng Lingxue responded numbly and got up to get down.
She got down the car and the back door was closed. The limousine sped away.
Feng Lingxue stood on the spot, watching as the car window rolled up. He leaned against the sofa indolently. His clothes were still neat and tidy after the fight just now. He exuded a cold and ruthless aura that was dark and powerful.
His face disappeared from her sight.
Feng Lingxue didn't stop. She turned around and walked alone on the streets.
As she walked, she felt tired, so she sat down on a bench and stared blankly at the mottled street lights for a while.
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