She was an emperor, so she didn't need to consider Su Yang's thoughts, even though he was her disciple.

The emperor's thoughts should naturally revolve around her!

Why should we be constrained in every way, or restrict ourselves?

What are you going to do?

Upon hearing Xia Lian's words, Su Yang immediately forgot about his tears.

She looked up at Xia Lian, but instantly realized that Xia Lian was so unfamiliar.

She looked into her eyes, which held no tenderness, only the coldest possessiveness.

This made Su Yang instantly realize that the other person wasn't just saying it out of anger; she had truly given up on him.

A sudden panic gripped her; she had never imagined that Xia Lian would no longer be tolerant of her.

I belatedly tried to explain, but it was too late.

The next moment, she was unable to speak, because Xia Lian had already kissed her in an extremely rough and forceful manner.

He placed his hands on Xia Lian's shoulders, but it was no use.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to push her away, but it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

In a short while, a trickle of bright red blood slid down Su Yang's lips.

At the same time, a bloody smell filled her mouth.

Xia Lian no longer showed her the same tenderness as before.

At this moment, she really only cares about herself and no longer cares about what might happen to her.

She could only passively endure everything her master did to her.

Tears streamed down his face, mirroring the wounds in Su Yang's heart.

She never imagined that the person she trusted most would one day hurt her both physically and emotionally.

She truly didn't understand why she had to suffer like this...