His vision was completely dark, he couldn't see her anymore.
"Lingling, let me help you take off your clothes." He lifted his hand, unbuttoning her clothes one by one.
Feng Lingxue didn't reject him anymore, allowing him to take off her clothes.
Her dress fell onto the carpet and Xuan Ying didn't lift his hand again. He lowered his voice and asked, "Can you take off your own clothes?"
She was only left with her underwear and underwear.
Feng Lingxue didn't say a word, she just took off her underwear and walked over to the shower.
Xuan Ying stood on the spot, not moving forward. When one's vision was in darkness, one's hearing would be very sensitive. He could hear the sound of running water coming from behind the frosted glass door.
Although he tried his best to not let his thoughts run wild, a healthy and vigorous man would still feel a little restless when he heard the sound of the woman he loved bathing. Xuan Ying's muscular torso went numb.
At this moment, there was a loud bang from inside.
"Lingling, what's wrong? Did you fall?"
Xuan Ying's expression changed, he immediately strode in.
Feng Lingxue didn't fall, she went to pick up the shampoo bottle, but it fell to the ground with a loud bang.
She wanted to squat down to pick it up, but Xuan Ying had already walked over. He stretched his hand out, wanting to grab her.
Feng Lingxue quickly took two steps back, her calf knocking against the edge of the bathtub and she fell backwards.
"Ah!"
Feng Lingxue screamed.
Xuan Ying immediately tore off the black cloth covering his eyes, his strong arm reaching over, holding her svelte waist. The two of them fell into the large bathtub at the same time.
When they fell, he held her head, protecting her in his arms. His shoulder knocked against the edge of the bathtub and he instantly felt numb.
But his handsome face was expressionless. He stabilized his body in the water, lowering his eyes to check on the woman in his arms. "Lingling, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
Feng Lingxue's small face was very pale. Although she looked a little sickly, she was still as beautiful as jade.
She lifted her watery eyes to look at Xuan Ying, looking as though she was a frightened deer, her eyes watery and wet.
Her pink lips were slightly parted, and her wet hair rested on her half-exposed shoulders. She was indescribably lovely.
Xuan Ying glanced at her, his eyes slightly dazed.
Now that the two of them were in the water, he held onto her fragrant shoulder. Her skin was as smooth as silk in his palm.
His gaze uncontrollably moved downwards …
Feng Lingxue quickly pushed him away, burying herself in the milk rose petal bath, only revealing her head.
Xuan Ying realized that he had lost control. "I'm sorry, I'll go get a maid."
When he opened his mouth, his voice was very hoarse.
Feng Lingxue looked at him and he got up to leave.
He took off his black trench coat and wore a black shirt inside. Two of the buttons on his shirt were undone, and now it was wet and stuck to his waist. His chest muscles were like a fortress, and his waist was tight with a black leather belt. His legs were long and slender. This wild and charming figure was like a male model who had just come off the international runway. Every part of his body was enough to make people lick the screen.
Wet body seduction could also be used to describe men.
His neat short hair was all wet, and it lay on his forehead. Half of his handsome face was like a masterpiece, and he was extremely handsome.
But he was still wearing that silver mask.
Feng Lingxue stretched her hand out, taking off the silver mask on his face.
His face was empty, and the crisscrossed knife scars were exposed to the air. Xuan Ying froze.
He knew how ugly he looked now.
For the past three years, he only dared to look at himself in the mirror at night, feeling like a ghost that could only hide in the dark.
He didn't dare to let anyone look at him.
He didn't dare to let her look at him.
His black eyes met hers, and she was looking at the knife scars on his face.
He could clearly see her suck in a breath of cold air. Her clear eyes were slowly overflowing with … fear.
Feng Lingxue took a few steps back, and then a little more.
She was moving away from him.
The ugliness of his appearance frightened her.
Xuan Ying's throat went dry, and he was completely unprepared. "Lingling, don't be afraid, I …"
He stretched his hand out towards her.
"Ah!" Feng Lingxue screamed, covering her head as she hid in a corner, not daring to look at him.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I-I'll leave, I'll leave right now … I'm sorry …"
Xuan Ying quickly got up, stepping out of the bathtub. The silver mask fell on the carpet, and he bent down to pick it up.
His long fingers were trembling, and it took him a few tries to pick it up.
His black eyes gradually turned red, and he had never been in such a pathetic state in his entire life.
He had actually let her see the knife scars on his face.
It wasn't just his ugly face, it was more like all those years at Ah Jiao's Room. His hesitation, uneasiness, inferiority complex, all of it was exposed before her eyes.
At that time, he didn't have the ability to give her anything better, and he was always afraid that she would leave him.
When he finally had the ability, he tormented and humiliated her.
He loved her in such a twisted, extreme, selfish and narrow-minded way. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but from the very beginning, he had been suspicious of her.
But she still didn't let go of his hand even during the most difficult times.
He was the worst person in the world.
He could only live in darkness in the future.
He didn't have the right to have such a beautiful woman.
"I'm going out first," he said in a hoarse voice, before he left.
Walking to the door, he placed his large palm on the doorknob, wanting to open the door.
At this moment, Feng Lingxue got up. She ran over, hugging his muscular waist from behind.
Xuan Ying's tall body stiffened.
Feng Lingxue hugged him tightly, her hands moving up to hug his broad shoulders. She tried her best to tiptoe, placing her red lips on the right side of his face, kissing his hideous knife scars.
Xuan Ying's pupils contracted, his muscles tensed up and he started to pant.
Pant.
Her soft kisses landed on his hideous knife scars, kissing them one by one. She even stuck out her tongue, licking the wound.
How many days and nights had he been drowning in the searing pain on his face over the past few years? Now, her gentle and tender kiss had soothed everything.
Xuan Ying furrowed his brows, his breathing rising and falling. The silver mask in his hands fell onto the carpet.
He slowly stretched his hand out, holding her soft hand. Turning his body around, he pulled a clean towel over, wrapping it around her shoulders, afraid that she would catch a cold.
"Lingling … don't be so nice to me …"
The two of them were pressed against each other, their breaths entwined.
Xuan Ying whispered to her, begging her to not be nice to him …
Feng Lingxue tiptoed, kissing the knife scars on his face again.
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