Chapter 7 Utterly Shameless

Lu Zhaoxue had nowhere to hide, so she hardened her heart and bit Chu Huaiyu's lower lip hard to prevent him from succeeding again.

Warm blood instantly seeped from both of their lips, and a rusty, metallic smell spread between them, indistinguishable as to whether it was his or hers.

But Chu Huaiyu seemed oblivious to the pain, not only not letting go, but instead deepening the kiss even more fiercely.

His other hand roamed roughly over her body, his movements filled with devastating violence, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment, bitterness, and obsession that had been building up over the years on her.

Lu Zhaoxue was like a drowning person, tightly bound between the door and his body, unable to breathe or struggle.

Despair overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and tears uncontrollably welled up in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the back of his hand, icy cold.

The pain in her body and the humiliation in her heart intertwined, turning her lips white, but she still suppressed it tightly, and Lu Zhaoxue dared not utter the slightest loud cry.

She was afraid—afraid of waking Chu Siheng in the inner room, afraid of ruining his last remaining peace. She didn't know how long it was before Chu Huaiyu finally let go of her.

Lu Zhaoxue slumped against the door, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, tears glistening on her long eyelashes, her eyes filled with grief and despair.

Chu Huaiyu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his brows furrowed, his tone icy and chilling, carrying an undeniable warning: "Lu Zhaoxue, remember, don't provoke me again."

Lu Zhaoxue curled her fingers and clenched her palms tightly. The resentment, pain, and humiliation surging in her heart were like a tangled mess, blocking her throat and making her unable to utter a single word.

She provoked him? How could she dare to provoke him?

From beginning to end, he was the one who treated her like a pawn, manipulating her at will! He was the one who destroyed everything she had, destroyed the Lu family, destroyed Chu Siheng, and destroyed her life!

He had never treated her like a human being, yet now he was accusing her of provoking him! An overwhelming chill spread from the soles of her feet to Lu Zhaoxue's entire body.

Looking at the utterly shameless man before her, Lu Zhaoxue felt nothing but sorrow.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."

A sudden burst of rapid and violent coughing came from the inner room, brutally exposing the unbearable humiliation and disgrace that had just occurred in the bright silence.

Lu Zhaoxue froze, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest, and her fingertips trembled violently.

She had only one thought in her mind: she couldn't let Chu Siheng know! She absolutely couldn't let him see her like this, and she couldn't let him suffer any more embarrassment and harm because of her.

Chu Huaiyu stood still, coldly watching her panic. The temperature in his eyes was as cold as a deep winter pool, without a ripple.

He merely took a small step closer to her.

Lu Zhaoxue instinctively took a step back as if she had encountered something dirty, her fear and resistance in her eyes undisguised.

Chu Huaiyu's figure suddenly froze. In the darkness, his face was terribly gloomy, and the air pressure around him was so low that it almost swallowed people up.

So, she now loathes him so much? So much that she finds it unbearable even for him to come near her.

Chu Huaiyu let out a very soft, cold laugh, tinged with self-mockery and a hint of violent restraint. Without engaging her any further, he abruptly turned away.

All that remained was the lingering smell of alcohol and ambergris, like a nightmare that wouldn't go away.

Only after Chu Huaiyu's figure completely disappeared did Lu Zhaoxue dare to slowly breathe a sigh of relief, her tense body instantly collapsing.

She gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort, and slowly made her way back into the room.

Inside the room, Chu Siheng had stopped coughing and had obviously fallen into a deep sleep again, but his brows were still slightly furrowed, as if he was suffering from illness even in his dreams.

Lu Zhaoxue quietly poured a glass of warm water and placed it on the low table beside his bed.

Then, by the faint moonlight filtering in through the window, I quietly watched Chu Siheng's sleeping face. His complexion was still pale, but his features remained handsome.

The once spirited crown prince is now a prisoner, bedridden with illness, and it all started because of her.

For some reason, the tears in my eyes started flowing faster and faster, like beads from a broken string, and they hit the back of my hand with scalding heat.

Afraid of waking Chu Siheng, she could only bite her lower lip tightly, suppressing her sobs.

Left with no other choice, she turned around, blew out the candle, and groped her way to lie down on the makeshift bed in front of the bed, fully clothed.

But even with her eyes closed, Chu Huaiyu's hot, alcohol-scented breath and rough touch lingered in her mind like a ghost, impossible to shake off.

The scent of Chu Huaiyu still seemed to linger around her, and his warmth made Lu Zhaoxue feel cold all over.