Xuan Ying pinched her jaw forcefully, forcing her to turn her face away.
His face was filled with anger and impatience, but when his gaze landed on her face, he froze.
Her face was filled with tears.
She was crying.
His heart wrenched in pain, it was unbearable. But soon after, he revealed a cold, sarcastic smile. "Why are you crying? I want to marry Shi Xiaoxiao. Did I make you suffer? "
Feng Lingxue sobbed softly, looking at him with teary eyes.
"What do you mean? You want me to marry you? Do you know how difficult it was for me to get to where I am today? I used my life in exchange for my achievements today. I want to marry you, the top hostess of Ah Jiao's Room as my Duchess. What can you bring me? What can you help me with?
"Shi Xiaoxiao's father is a famous general, he has a lot of troops under his command. If I marry her, I can save a lot of blood. But you, you betrayed me and abandoned me. I'm giving you a chance. Are you not satisfied?"
He was roaring, and every word he said was the truth. He was not exaggerating at all, and he was confident and confident in himself.
He probably didn't know that his words were like knives cutting into her heart. She didn't, she really didn't …
She was just … a little sad, a little aggrieved.
Be it greed or selfishness, there was just one thing she didn't want him to marry another woman.
She knew she shouldn't cry. She didn't have the right to cry. She didn't deserve to cry. If she cried, she would only be insulted and humiliated by him.
But she couldn't control her tears, it was like her heart was bleeding.
Feng Lingxue looked at him with teary eyes. "I'm sorry … I'm really … sorry. I'm useless. I can't … help you …"
Her choking voice was intermittent, pouring into his eardrum, grating for no reason.
Actually, he didn't want to say these words.
It was just that his heart hurt and he wanted to stab her, to make her feel the pain as well.
That wasn't what he meant.
The Silver Mask King, Xuan Ying, who had spent three years to be on par with the West Duke, Lu Yeming, wasn't a coward who relied on women to get to where he was.
"Wipe your tears. If you still want to cry, you can scram back to your room. You're such a killjoy!"
With a curse, Xuan Ying slammed the door and left.
…
He had left.
Feng Lingxue quickly raised her hands to wipe her tears away. She didn't want to cry.
However, more and more tears came out of her eyes.
She knew that she had nothing. She had no family, no background, no backing. She didn't know anything. She had been sold to Ah Jiao's Room at a young age and had been living there ever since. Other than some skills to please men, she had no chance to learn anything else.
In fact, she really wanted to go out and take a look.
She was eager to go to school.
But forget it.
She had no chance.
She couldn't help him.
He had overcome so many obstacles along the way. She didn't want to cause him any more trouble. She had wanted to … rely on him to save Mu Mu, but now she felt ashamed and laughable!
Miss Shi was a better choice for him.
Feng Lingxue's tears slowly stopped. She removed her clothes and stood under the shower head to take a shower.
After washing herself clean with the shower gel, she put on the black spaghetti strap dress.
She could give him nothing else.
Then please him well.
…
Opening the bathroom door, Feng Lingxue walked into the room. The lights were off in the room and the moonlight shone through the curtains. There was a tall figure sitting on the bed.
Xuan Ying leaned against the headboard lazily, one of his legs bent as he held a cigarette between his long fingers, puffing on it.
The smoke filled the room and his handsome face was shrouded in the darkness. He looked casual, yet sexy.
He had heard her coming out, but he didn't even look at her.
Feng Lingxue walked in front, climbing onto the soft bed and onto his body.
Xuan Ying stretched his long legs out and she sat on his muscular thighs.
Her fair hand pressed down on the cigarette in his hand. "Stop smoking."
Xuan Ying lifted his head slightly and puffed out a mouthful of smoke. "If I'm not going to smoke … what should I do?"
Feng Lingxue hugged his neck, kissing his thin lips. "I'll dance for you, alright?"
"Dance?"
"Mm, I don't know anything else. I don't understand the current situation and I can't share your burden. I only know how to dance."
Xuan Ying looked at her under the moonlight. Her nose and eyes were red and she was wearing a sexy spaghetti strap dress, revealing her delicate shoulders.
She said she didn't know anything.
She really didn't know anything.
No one had taught her.
She was actually very smart, she could understand it easily, but she didn't have the chance to learn.
She only knew a few pitiful tricks to please men. Men could sleep with her, but they couldn't enter the hall of elegance.
Xuan Ying didn't say a word. Feng Lingxue got down from his thighs, her fair feet stepping on the custom-made carpet and she started to dance.
Her dance wasn't glamorous, but it was alluring. It was love at first sight.
Under the hazy moonlight, she spun and danced, the thin veil on her body rippling in a beautiful arc.
Xuan Ying brought the cigarette to his thin lips, taking a few more puffs. Unknowingly, he had finished smoking the cigarette.
He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the bedside table, then reached out his large palm to grab her slender arm and tugged hard.
Feng Lingxue's soft body fell into his arms.
"What do you mean? You're having your period and you can't serve me, yet you're seducing me? "He asked in a low voice.
Feng Lingxue wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning forward to kiss his thin lips.
She took the initiative to kiss him, tracing the outline of his sexy lips. She slipped her tongue in and hooked it to dance with him.
Xuan Ying's Adam's apple bobbed. He suddenly changed his thoughts. She wasn't a woman that a man could just sleep with. As long as she was in bed with him, he wouldn't want to get off the bed. He wanted to be a fatuous ruler.
His large palm ran through her long hair and held the back of her head. He took the initiative and deepened the kiss.
In such a dark and cold night, they wanted to melt in this kiss.
Feng Lingxue suddenly pushed him away, looking at him with her seductive eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Feng Lingxue kissed him again, but her red lips trailed down his handsome face …
…
Everything was over. Feng Lingxue lay in the man's strong arms, lying on his warm chest.
Xuan Ying stretched out his calloused fingers to touch her swollen lips, bending over to kiss her forehead. "Sleep."
"Mm, goodnight." Feng Lingxue closed her eyes.
But she didn't fall asleep, she couldn't bear to sleep. She craved his warm chest and the quiet time they spent together. Because tomorrow … everything would end …
Feng Lingxue didn't open her eyes, she didn't know that there was a pair of black glassy eyes staring at her in the dark.
Xuan Ying didn't sleep either, he kept looking at her.
His gaze was obscure, deep.
…
The next morning.
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