Feng Lingxue closed her eyes. Since she couldn't escape, she would just have to get in the car.
…
The bulletproof car stopped in front of a European-style villa and Feng Lingxue entered the room.
An elderly nanny walked in with two young maids. The nanny had a cold expression on her face as she sized Feng Lingxue up coldly, as though she was a commodity that was being offered as a tribute.
"Master isn't back yet. Miss Feng, you can take a bath first. These are the clothes you'll be wearing later."
The two young maids placed the clothes by the bed. Feng Lingxue glanced at the black lingerie with a few straps. It was extremely revealing.
The two young maids were also very beautiful. They wore pink maid dresses that didn't even cover their knees, revealing their beautiful legs. One was more beautiful than the other.
They looked at Feng Lingxue with jealousy and evil smiles. "Miss Feng, I heard that you used to be a … prostitute?"
"Mo Mo, why did Master bring a prostitute back? She's so dirty. I wonder if she's sick."
"She looks so flirtatious. One look and I can tell that she's a vixen."
The two maids stared at Feng Lingxue's beautiful face with jealousy. They wanted to pounce on her and ruin her face.
The Mo Mo was expressionless. "Alright, Master's matters are not something you can discuss. Take good care of Miss Feng and make sure she's clean."
The Mo Mo walked out.
Make her clean …
The Mo Mo obviously looked down on Feng Lingxue's background.
The two maids filled the bathtub with hot water and sprinkled flower petals on it. Feng Lingxue took off her clothes and soaked in a rose milk bath.
At this moment, she heard the laughter of the two maids outside.
— -You purposely wore low-cut clothes in front of Master the other time. I saw Master looking at your chest a few times.
— -Master is so handsome and powerful. As long as we work hard, we might be able to climb into Master's bed.
— -Even if I have to sleep with Master for nothing, I'm willing.
— -That prostitute inside can even climb into Master's bed. I wonder what kind of bewitching spell she used on Master …
The voices outside got louder and louder. Feng Lingxue didn't have any expression on her face. She just couldn't feel the warmth at all as the warm water flowed over her body.
In the huge bathtub, she curled up her knees and hugged herself tightly.
…
Darkness fell, and there was no light in the room.
He hasn't come back yet.
Feng Lingxue lay on the soft bed, her seductive eyes staring at the chandelier above her head. Her eyes slowly lost focus.
At this moment, he heard the sound of a car driving across the lawn. It was getting nearer and nearer, and finally the engine was turned off.
The door to the villa was pulled open and the two maids' sweet and coquettish voices could be heard. "Master."
He was back.
Xuan Ying returned.
Feng Lingxue shuddered under the silk blanket.
At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, someone came in.
…
Xuan Ying returned and walked into the room. The room was dark and he pursed his lips in displeasure.
His heavy black military boots made a steady sound on the carpet. He walked to the wall and turned on the light.
The bright light poured down quickly, illuminating the figure on the bed.
He lifted his black glassy eyes to look at her. Her entire body was buried under the silk blanket, only her head was exposed.
Her hair was spread out on the white pillowcase and her lashes were drooping. She seemed to have fallen asleep.
She had actually fallen asleep.
Xuan Ying lifted his leg, kicking the bed with his black military boots. He cursed in a low voice, "Why are you sleeping? Get up! Did I invite you here to sleep? Are you a pig? "
Everything in this villa was luxurious, even the bed was made of handmade red sandalwood and was extremely sturdy. But when the man kicked the bed, the bed shook violently, as though it was going to fall apart.
He had lost his temper.
Feng Lingxue quickly opened her eyes. She sat up and looked at him with seductive eyes.
They hadn't seen each other for three years and he had become so moody.
Just because she had fallen asleep, he had lost his temper?
"What are you looking at? Get down here and change my shoes! "
With a swoosh, Xuan Ying unbuckled his belt, not throwing it away, just holding it in his hands.
It was as though he couldn't be bothered to waste his energy on her if she didn't listen to him.
Feng Lingxue didn't know how three years could change someone so much. In the past, Brother Ying was quiet but warm. But now, the Silver Mask King was cold, bloodthirsty and violent. He had become so foreign.
She was afraid of him.
It was a fear that came from deep within her.
Feng Lingxue quickly lifted the blanket and got down the bed.
Squatting on the carpet, she lowered her head and stretched out her hand to help him take off his shoes.
He was still wearing his black military boots. She didn't know why he hadn't changed them at the entrance just now.
The two maids must be eager to help him change his shoes.
She untied the black shoelaces of his boots, wanting to help him take them off. But he didn't lift his feet.
He wasn't cooperating.
Feng Lingxue slowly lifted her eyes to look at him.
Her gaze moved up from his military boots. He was wearing a pair of black trousers that were tucked into his boots. The belt around his muscular waist had been removed, revealing a black shirt with two buttons undone, revealing a deep V-neck out of habit. He was wearing a black trench coat on the outside, which made him look devilishly sexy.
He was … travel-worn when he came back.
It was as though he had rushed back despite his busy schedule.
Looking further up, it was his handsome face that was as beautiful as a painting.
Now that he was standing and she was squatting, he was looking down on her from above. At this moment, his black glassy eyes landed on her body and he suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Feng Lingxue was wearing a red dudou with black chiffon pants. Her hair was scattered messily. Perhaps it was because her shoulders were too smooth, but her hair quickly slid down her shoulders and hung in mid-air, giving off a fragrant scent.
She didn't wear anything like that, she wore her own clothes.
The dudou and chiffon pants were not revealing at all, but this kind of retro style was too suitable for a cold-faced beauty like her. Under the bright light, her delicate skin exuded a bewitching luster, and her palm-sized beautiful face was enough to steal one's soul.
She was truly a ravishing beauty.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at her. Feng Lingxue lowered her head unnaturally, wanting to protect herself.
But he stretched out his hand, using the belt in his palm to push her hand away. "What are you blocking? It's more exciting to resist?"
Feng Lingxue didn't say a word.
In his heart, she was already an unbearable woman with a bad record. Every word she said, every action she made, he would over-interpret it.
Humiliating her now would make him feel happy.
He sat on the bed, stretching his long legs out and ordered, "Take it off."
Feng Lingxue helped him take off his military boots.
"Master, I'll help you prepare the bathwater." She lifted her legs, wanting to head to the bathroom.
But in the next second, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her forcefully. She fell onto his muscular thighs.
Her vision darkened, he leaned over and kissed her hair, taking a deep breath. "You smell so good? You've been waiting for me for a long time? "
He had an oppressive aura that made one feel suffocated and fearful. Feng Lingxue struggled. "Don't …"
"Don't?" The corners of his lips kicked up, chewing on that word playfully. Then he stretched his hand out to pull off her dudou.
Feng Lingxue quickly pressed his hand down. "Take a shower first …"
"I'm not dirty. I'll wash it later!" He reached out and threw her onto the soft bed.
Feng Lingxue was dizzy from being tossed around, her lashes fluttered uncomfortably. At this moment, she felt a weight on her body, it was the man's muscular body pressing down on her.
She opened her eyes, the man's fingers were on her red lips.
His calloused and cold fingers pressed on her red lips. Her lips were supple and fragrant, but if he used a little more force, her lips would lose their red color.
Xuan Ying's eyes slowly turned bloodshot, his gaze burning with passion.
Feng Lingxue had a feeling that he really wanted to kiss her.
He really wanted to kiss her.
He kissed her lips forcefully.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have used his fingers to touch her lips.
In the next second, her vision darkened, Xuan Ying gradually lowered his head, kissing her red lips.
Feng Lingxue's breath hitched. Was he really going to kiss her?
He was getting closer.
Just a little closer.
In her panic, her lashes fluttered and she quickly closed her eyes.
But his kiss didn't land on her.
He stopped. His face was so close to hers that their breaths intertwined. He watched with interest as she closed her eyes. His thin lips curved into a cold and sarcastic smile. "What are you looking forward to?" he asked with a smile.
Feng Lingxue quickly opened her eyes, her eyes meeting the man's cold and piercing gaze.
He didn't want to kiss her.
He was only teasing her.
Just now, it was just her imagination.
Indeed, he hated her to the core.
Xuan Ying's long fingers moved down from her smooth shoulders, directly removing her chiffon pants.
Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
She had already undergone surgery to repair it, so there was a membrane.
"Do you have a sexual history? Would you want every woman you sleep with to be a virgin?" Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes to look at him.
Xuan Ying's actions froze, but he quickly returned to normal. "Of course, I have mysophobia!"
Feng Lingxue's seductive eyes landed on his handsome face. "So you're saying that you don't want to touch me if you're not a virgin?"
Xuan Ying suddenly stretched his hand out, pinching her face forcefully. "What do you want to say? If you're not a virgin and dare to touch me, I'll throw you into my army camp and make you a prostitute. You'll end up like your mother! "
As soon as he said that, Feng Lingxue's face paled, her eyes reddening.
A child without a mother was pitiful.
A child without a mother was just like a weed.
The atmosphere between the two of them was extremely cold. Seeing that her eyes were red, the beautiful woman who had always been as cold as ice also revealed a bit of a weak and pitiful girl, making people want to pull her into their arms and dote on her.
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