"hiss-"

Yan Li was stunned, but the pain from the wound on her arm wouldn't let her lose focus. She couldn't help but gasp, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to die?"

"Let me go first."

The stench of blood filled the enclosed space. She reached out to try and remove Wen Ze's hand, but her injured hand was gripped even tighter.

The fingers pressing on the wound tightened even more.

Yan Li was also furious. Unable to pull Wen Ze's hand away, she started pinching him, trying to get out of trouble with these low-level tricks.

But Wen Ze was not one to compromise easily. He let Yan Li's nails dig into his flesh without loosening his grip.

Yan Li's brows furrowed even more.

Wen Ze's hands were covered in blood from gripping the bleeding arm, with drops of blood even dripping from his palms onto the ground.

"So Ayan does feel pain after all?" Wen Ze suddenly chuckled, his tone laced with mockery. "Is it worth taking such a big risk for a princess you've never even met?"

"Whether it's worth it or not is none of the lord's business. Isn't the lord meddling a bit too much?" Yan Li retorted without hesitation. "Besides, how does the lord know that I lack discretion?"

Yan Li's second half of her sentence only made Wen Ze angrier. "Yes, you know what's good for you, but have you considered the consequences if the bleeding from this cut can't be stopped?"

If he didn't press hard on the wound, the bleeding would probably stop before it stopped, but she still tried her best to stop him, even pinching his hand and leaving several finger marks.

I really want to get her a mirror so she can see herself. Her lip color is practically nonexistent, like she's dead. And she still has the nerve to stand here and tell herself she knows her limits.

They have absolutely no sense of propriety!

Yan Li did not hesitate: "The worst that can happen is death."

She raised her eyes, no longer caring about her wounds, and said softly, "The lord seems to have forgotten why I came here. If I can't rescue the princess, my life is irrelevant."

"I don't care, and I don't need anyone else to care."

Yan Li was not the type to form deep friendships with people, otherwise she wouldn't have ended up dead for a month without anyone knowing.

While she is generally easy to get along with, when she has an episode, she becomes like a thorny barb, only capable of pricking people.

Wen Ze was almost driven mad by Yan Li's words.

What do you mean by saying she doesn't care and doesn't need others to care? Does that mean he's meddling in other people's business?

That's really great.

No one had ever chilled her heart like she had.

They should have had the butler drain her blood, dismember her, and eat her flesh on her very first night in this castle.

Such a heartless person is not worth his time.

"Ah Yan, don't forget that we have an agreement. Even if you want to escape by dying, there is absolutely no way you can do that."

Wen Ze stopped wasting words with Yan Li, put his other hand on her waist, and carried her to sit on the edge of the crystal coffin:

"If Ayan still doesn't value his life in the future, then I will have to extract Ayan's soul in the future, so that Ayan can still keep me company in this castle day and night."

"After all, Ah Yan himself said that he doesn't even care about his own life."

"If that's the case, why should I care about you?"

Yan Li dared not move at all, but the hand that was gripping her waist began to stir restlessly.

Soul capture?

Does he have that ability?

Yan Li dared not speak.

The only reason she dared to provoke him so brazenly was because she was confident that the system could eventually extract her soul and take her away.

Seeing that Yan Li remained silent, the man moved closer to her without any restraint, and finally, for some reason, he suddenly bit her.

Wen Ze seemed particularly fond of the soft flesh around the neck, but Yan Li disliked the feeling of having her lifeline held in someone else's mouth.

But at this point, she had nowhere to retreat.

Only when he tasted the blood in his mouth did Wen Ze finally release his grip. Looking at the ring of teeth marks on the neck, his hand couldn't help but touch it.

Yan Li thought Wen Ze wouldn't make any more moves, but just when she let her guard down, he suddenly looked up and placed his hand on the back of her neck.

Their soft lips met, and he kissed her almost violently, deliberately applying more pressure to the hand pressing on her wound, finally managing to swallow her cry of pain.

After the kiss, no one knew how much time had passed.

Wen Ze held Yan Li's neck firmly, not moving an inch, nor giving her a chance to retreat.

Neither of them was breathing steadily.

With their foreheads touching, Wen Ze used a great deal of willpower to suppress the urge to continue committing evil deeds.

"You are the one who should save the princess, but if you decide you don't want to, our agreement cannot be nullified."

“If A-Yan does such a foolish thing again, he can stay in my room and doesn’t need to come out.”

Yan Li was so kissed that she couldn't breathe at all, and her heart was pounding wildly. The adverse effects of the blood loss from before were finally starting to show.

For a moment, she felt dizzy and lightheaded, and couldn't muster any strength at all.

Yan Li wanted to say something more, but Wen Ze's aura was very different from before, giving her the illusion that if she said another word, she would be devoured without even leaving a bone.

Wen Ze couldn't bear to torment Yan Li any longer, so he picked her up and headed for the fifth floor.

Yan Li cleared her throat, about to speak, when Wen Ze interrupted her: "If you want me to let you go back to your room, you don't need to say anything."

Yan Li was speechless for a moment, and was still somewhat dazed when Wen Ze stuffed her into the crystal coffin.

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