This was probably the most despairing thing she had ever experienced.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over Feng Lingxue's head. She looked at Xuan Ying in a daze.
"Silver Mask King," she called out to him, wanting to leave.
"Where are you going?" His deep and magnetic voice resounded in her ears. "Did I say you could leave?"
Feng Lingxue turned around. "Silver Mask King, are you looking for me?"
Her attitude towards him was very cold and she was in a hurry to leave. It was as if she didn't want to stay with him for even a second longer.
Xuan Ying's black glassy eyes were filled with malice. He suddenly reached out to grab her face, pulling her in front of him. His lips curved into a smile. "This is my territory. You've injured someone in my territory. Should I arrest you and throw you in jail?"
Feng Lingxue's lashes quivered. She knew it would be like this. He hated her, humiliated her, tortured her. Luckily … her heart didn't hurt anymore.
Xuan Ying stretched out his calloused thumb, pressing on the phoenix flower on her face. He rubbed it forcefully, ruining the phoenix flower, revealing the ugly word 'slave' on her face.
For some reason, he still felt that the word 'slave' was pleasing to the eye.
The phoenix flower on her face was too eye-catching.
"Your face is already disfigured and you still dare to go around seducing men. Is this Young Master Zheng your servant again?"
He lowered his voice and displayed his sarcasm and coldness to the extreme.
Feng Lingxue felt the pain. The word 'slave' was rubbed repeatedly under his fingers and it was already bleeding. The blood mixed with the red pen, smearing half of her face. She was in a pathetic state.
She didn't understand. How had she offended him?
But she didn't cry out in pain. Instead, she straightened her back. "In Silver Mask King's heart, am I not just a lowly slave?"
Xuan Ying pursed his lips, his aura instantly becoming more sinister.
The men in black, even Ah Zhou could feel the cold aura emanating from him. Everyone lowered their heads, the aura was suffocating.
"Feng Lingxue, you've gotten bolder now. You even dare to talk back to me, hm? Looks like I still haven't shown you what I can do! "
Feng Lingxue pursed her pale lips. "Silver Mask King's methods are nothing more than whipping me, slapping me, kicking me, humiliating me and giving me away to other men. I've already seen all of them. Oh, there's only one left … sending me to the army to be a prostitute."
"Actually, you should know that I'm not afraid of pain. I'm not succumbing to your methods. I'm just … still in love with you."
"I love you, so I endured the pain to stay by your side. I love you, so I feel that I owe you. No matter how you humiliate me, I feel that it's only right. I love you, so I gave up all my dignity and lowered myself to the ground …"
Xuan Ying was stunned. She said … she loved him?
Love?
Her love?
The corners of Xuan Ying's lips kicked up, his voice slightly raspy and cold. "Liar! You're full of lies! Do you think I'll believe that? You're trying to pull the same trick again. Don't ever say that you love me again. In my eyes, you're just a clown in a clumsy performance. I'm sick of it! "
She knew that he wouldn't believe her.
No matter what she said, he felt that it was a lie.
He was sick of it.
She was tired of it.
All those years of love had come to an end.
"That's right, I won't say it again." Feng Lingxue nodded. "Brother Ying is already dead. You're the Silver Mask King now. You'll naturally have the Elder Miss of the Shi family who's from a noble family and a clean body to match up to you. What am I? I'm not worthy enough, I don't dare to love you and I don't love you anymore."
Xuan Ying felt as though his heart was being squeezed by a large palm. He found it ridiculous that she said she loved him.
He couldn't accept it when she said she didn't love him anymore.
She said she didn't love him anymore …
He was getting more and more frustrated and the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger. He could already sense that she didn't love him anymore.
The way she looked at him had changed.
"Ha." He forced out a low laugh from his throat. "Since when do you have the final say between us?"
He lowered his eyes, kissing her red lips.
He actually kissed her.
Feng Lingxue's eyes widened, she quickly placed her hands on his muscular chest, wanting to push him away.
He was already engaged and had a fiancée. Why was he still pestering her to do something so intimate?
She didn't want to.
She really didn't want to. She wasn't a tool for him to vent his primitive desires!
Xuan Ying reached out and held onto her slender waist. It was soft and slender, no wonder she could do so many things when she was pole-dancing.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he pressed her against the wall. His long tongue entered her honeyed belly, stirring her up like a storm.
Mmm!
Feng Lingxue furrowed her brows in discomfort. Her breath was taken away and she was overwhelmed by the invasiveness of his body.
She struggled with all her might, trying to break free. But that only caused their bodies to rub against each other. His breathing quickened and he kissed the tip of her tongue ferociously.
It was as though he was going to swallow her whole.
This time, he kissed her ferociously. She didn't know what he was trying to vent.
Feng Lingxue opened her mouth, biting down on his tongue.
Very quickly, the metallic taste of blood filled their mouths.
Xuan Ying felt the pain and quickly let go of her. At this moment, Feng Lingxue raised her hand, giving him a slap.
Slap! Xuan Ying's handsome face was slapped to the side.
The atmosphere froze.
Ah Zhou had already lowered his head to the ground. Feng Lingxue really dared to hit him.
Did she know who she had slapped?
Xuan Ying's tongue pressed against the left side of his face that had been slapped. He slowly turned his head around, lifting his eyes to look at Feng Lingxue.
His bloodshot eyes looked as though he wanted to kill her.
Feng Lingxue leaned against the wall. She had slapped him so hard just now that her palm was numb.
Looking at him, her chest was heaving up and down. She was filled with wariness and resistance!
Xuan Ying raised his hand, wanting to slap her face.
"Hit me then!"
Feng Lingxue raised her head, presenting the right side of her face to his slap. "Kill me if you dare!"
She glared at him stubbornly.
Xuan Ying's hand froze in mid-air, he couldn't hit her anymore.
A few seconds later, he retracted his hand, grasping her slender arm and threw her into the room.
Feng Lingxue staggered two steps, barely managing to steady herself. She turned back to look at the man. "What do you want?"
Xuan Ying walked in, his tall and handsome back against the door. He closed the room door, one hand in his pocket, the other unbuttoning his shirt. The corners of his lips kicked up, revealing his white teeth. "I won't kill you, but I will … knock you to death."
"…"
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