Wen Ze had nowhere to hide it: "I know."

Yan Li replied without hesitation, "Then you should know that my death here today is the best choice for both of us."

She's not a good person; she might actually do something like kill him to save her own life.

Wen Ze: "..."

He should say something.

Yan Li's generosity made it seem as if her own life didn't belong to her.

What gives her the right to so casually say she's leaving him? What gives her the right to so resolutely seek death?

Is she feeling guilty? Or does she think this will make him fall deeply in love with her and die for her?

"Ah Yan, you're wrong again. I've said it before, even if it means death, you can't leave me."

As he spoke, he suddenly stroked Yan Li's face and couldn't help but kiss her lightly. While she was still in shock, he slapped her on the back of the neck.

He had lived such a agonizing life, he would never allow her to die so easily.

***

The fifth floor of the castle.

When Yan Li woke up again, she found herself locked up once more.

Both wrists were handcuffed to the sides of the headboard, and the handcuffs were clearly specially treated to reduce injury during struggle.

She struggled to kick her legs, using the force to sit up and lean against the headboard.

Looking up, Yan Li realized that Wen Ze was standing by the window, looking at her with a cold expression.

There was not a trace of emotion in those eyes.

The calmer things were, the more uneasy Yan Li felt.

"Wen Ze, let me go."

Yan Li genuinely believed she would die outside the castle, even after Wen Ze suddenly appeared and fed her blood.

No one understands her current physical condition better than she does.

That feeling of near death is all too familiar.

Upon hearing this, Wen Ze couldn't help but cough lightly, a little dark blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Look, keeping me alive won't do you any good. Do you want to be buried with me?" Seeing Wen Ze spit out blood, Yan Li spoke impatiently, as if she had found some kind of evidence.

Upon hearing this, Wen Ze slowly walked towards Yan Li's direction.

His purpose was too obvious, and Yan Li, who was being closely watched, couldn't help but feel a little nervous. "Wen Ze, wake up. It's not worth it for me."

Have you forgotten what happened back then?

"I don't like you, and my scheming to expose your identity was just me deliberately cooperating with my good father."

Yan Li didn't know that the more she talked, the less Wen Ze wanted to let go.

He climbed into Yan Li's bed.

Just like that drunken night many years ago, he reached for her clothes and ripped them off forcefully.

Look at those fair and rounded shoulders exposed to the air.

The moment he kissed her, his sharp teeth hesitated for a moment before biting down.

Even if you're not afraid of death, you must be afraid of pain, right?

He was probably really going crazy, driven mad by the heartless man beneath him.

Yan Li's expression changed. The moment she felt the pain, her pupils contracted, and she began to struggle again, but it was too late.

"Don't move."

His hands landed on her elbows, pressing her down and suppressing her resistance.

A cool forehead rested on his shoulder, and the next second, Yan Li heard him muttering to himself.

"Ah Yan, give it to me."

"Maybe I'll get tired of you and won't care about your life anymore."

Wen Ze's tone was so humble that for a moment Yan Li wondered if the person pressing down on her and about to forcibly take her away was still him.

Sure enough, hunters always like to play this game of feigning weakness to lure their prey into a trap.

Yan Li: "Wen Ze, wouldn't it be better to be a little more dignified?"

"Don't you want to die?" Wen Ze still didn't give in, he lightly kissed me one after another, "Then grant my wish before you die."

The chill on her shoulder left Yan Li stunned for a while.

Wen Ze cried.

Silent tears are a man's best fashion accessory.

Yan Li closed her eyes slightly, sighed softly, and seemed to feel a little pity: "Whatever you want."

Hearing this, Wen Ze breathed a sigh of relief, and the next moment he raised his head and kissed Yan Li on the lips: "You can't go back on your word."

Passionate and direct love always makes young men and women blush and their hearts race.

Yan Li couldn't deny that she was moved.

The night was long, and even longer for the two men, who were half-undressed.

*

That night was so crazy that Yan Li thought she would die on that bed.

However, it didn't happen.

However, after this incident, she gained a completely new understanding of the term "mad dog".

The culprit beside her was nowhere to be seen, and although her hands were freed, her feet were handcuffed again.

Are you sick?

He promised her yesterday that he wouldn't restrict her freedom anymore, but he's going back on his word today?

Yan Li was initially just mentally exhausted, but now her body is starting to feel tired too.

"Ayan." At the door, Wen Ze was wearing a black bathrobe, loosely tied around his waist, with several scratch marks on his exposed chest.

He was carrying a bowl of medicine in his hand, and after closing the door, he quickly walked to the bedside.

"Are you satisfied?" Wen Ze asked, looking at Yan Li who had sat up. He then sat down on the edge of the bed, stirring the spoon in the medicine bowl with his fingers.

Yan Li almost choked to death on her own saliva.

She clutched the blanket covering her body awkwardly. "It's...okay, I guess."

Wen Ze chuckled softly.

They actually wrote a review.

"Well, does Ayan think there's anything that needs improvement?" Wen Ze asked earnestly, his face as thick as if he'd borrowed a pig's skin.

"..."

She looked up at Wen Ze, who seemed to be in a good mood, her hand tightened again, and she slowly said, "That's what I should be asking you."

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