Chapter 202 The Cold-Blooded Young Marshal 16

He kissed her lips, seemingly never getting enough, and his anger gradually dissipated.

His lips and teeth were filled with her sweet and soft fragrance, and his hands felt the soft touch of her body, which made him utterly infatuated.

Their breathing gradually quickened, and before they knew it, he had pulled her into his arms and kissed her onto the bed.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, the heat rising. Ling Jiazhen released her lips, his voice terribly hoarse, "Is it okay?"

Xu Qiuqiu was so weak from his kisses that she was completely limp. Mainly, the fact that he had been with her day and night in the previous world had made her increasingly sensitive.

If he hadn't released his lips and asked her, she probably would have ended up having sex with him without even realizing it.

What should we do? Agree or disagree?

But considering they weren't officially a couple yet, she shook her head and pressed her hand against his chest, "No..."

Whether in dreams or reality, she would reject him. Ling Jiazhen's joy and excitement gradually disappeared, leaving her feeling cold from head to toe.

He unbuttoned her collar and bit her collarbone viciously.

"Ouch—" Xu Qiuqiu groaned in pain, her eyes welling up with tears again. Her voice was weak, "Let me go, it hurts..."

Hearing her say it hurt, Ling Jiazhen remembered the dream. He had promised her he wouldn't let her feel pain again. He pulled away from her and softly apologized, "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Xu Qiuqiu was very surprised. He actually apologized to her?

Ling Jiazhen gave her a deep look, then walked out and locked her in the room.

After the door closed, a thought immediately popped into Xu Qiuqiu's head: Could it be that he's planning to lock her up again?

She quickly got up to open the door, only to find that it was indeed locked.

I've really been locked up again...

She leaned against the door and cursed under her breath, "Bastard! If I ever get the chance, I'll make him experience what it's like to be locked in a dark room!"

She's so angry!

In another room of the mansion, Tan Wei looked at Ling Jiazhen with a worried expression: "Young Master, by abducting Ninth Concubine without any regard for the consequences, Jiang Lifeng has even more reason to kill you."

He thought the young master had come to terms with it, but he never expected that the young master had never given up on the idea, and that he would be so crazy today.

“I know, isn’t the plan half successful now? And stop calling her Ninth Concubine, she’s already mine.” Ling Jiazhen’s voice carried a strong warning as she finished speaking.

He really hates it when people imply that Qiuqiu isn't his person.

Tan Wei sighed deeply and asked helplessly, "So, what are your plans now, young master?"

"Send someone to escort her to Jicheng and bring her to my residence. Arrange for a train now, the sooner the better. She must leave Lucheng today. I don't want any accidents to happen."

After saying that, Ling Jiazhen reassured him, "Uncle Tan, don't worry, I will stay in Luzhou and kill Jiang Lifeng."

At noon, the locked door was opened, and Ling Jiazhen came in carrying food. He noticed that the room light was off, so he turned it on, and the dark room became bright.

He saw the girl lying on the bed, asleep with her quilt in her arms. Her cheongsam was slit up to her thighs, and her snow-white thighs were draped over the quilt. Sleeping on her side accentuated her exquisite figure.

This scene, seemingly both concealed and revealed, inexplicably evokes the imagination.

Ling Jiazhen's Adam's apple bobbed as he recalled the erotic scenes from his dream, but he quickly suppressed the thought.

Looking at her cheongsam, how come he hadn't noticed before that the slit in her skirt was so high?

When he carried her, did a glimpse of her skin also slip out?

Thinking of this, his face immediately darkened. It took him a while to calm down and suppress his anger. He put down the food in his hands and unconsciously softened his steps as he walked to her side.

She looked especially beautiful even when she was asleep, with her fair and delicate face, exquisite and beautiful features, and bright red lips, swollen from his kisses that morning…

He couldn't help but raise his hand, carefully trying to touch her face, but before he could, she suddenly opened her eyes, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Upon opening her eyes, Xu Qiuqiu saw Ling Jiazhen's pale face and instinctively took a step back, her voice hoarse, "Wh...what's wrong?"

When I woke up, I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with a cold expression. He was still wearing the military uniform he had worn when we first met, and his murderous aura was inexplicably frightening.

Although he looks exceptionally handsome, his aura is too strong. When he is silent and has a tense face, his aura intensifies, making people feel intimidated.

Seeing her retreat, Ling Jiazhen's mood worsened, a mixture of distress and anger welling up within her, and her tone turned cold, "Get up and eat."

Seeing that she didn't react for a while, he raised his voice a little, "Why aren't you getting up? Do you want me to feed you?"

Xu Qiuqiu: "..."

She felt so tired. This innocent and naive persona was progressing too slowly. He kissed her this morning. Does that mean he likes her?

But if you like her, why are you treating her so badly?

In the past, when Ah-Zhen liked her, he was always very gentle. His current attitude made her uncertain at all.

She didn't reply, slowly got out of bed, and obediently went to eat.

Xu Qiuqiu had only picked up her chopsticks and taken a couple of bites when she noticed Ling Jiazhen staring at her.

His gaze was so direct, it was hard to ignore. She hesitated for a moment before asking him, "Young Marshal, why are you staring at me like that?"

He remained silent for a long time, and Xu Qiuqiu thought he wouldn't speak, but then she heard him say, "Would you... be willing to come back to Jicheng with me?"

Xu Qiuqiu paused, her fingers still holding the food. She remembered that Azhen was the military governor of Jicheng. Was he planning to take her home?

She was somewhat moved; had she finally made it through?

But she still wanted to confirm, so she asked him in a low voice, "What does the young marshal mean?"

Not agreeing was tantamount to rejecting him, and Ling Jiazhen's eyes turned cold. "I understand."

"Know what?" Xu Qiuqiu didn't know what he knew. Wasn't she asking him a question?

Ling Jiazhen didn't answer her, but simply stood up, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

Xu Qiuqiu was completely bewildered. What did he mean by that?

He still hadn't returned after she finished eating.

Not long after, the door to the room was pushed open, and a maid came in, placing tea and desserts on the table. "Miss, please try the freshly brewed tea and desserts."

"Okay, thank you." Xu Qiuqiu felt a little thirsty, picked up the teacup and took two sips.

003 suddenly spoke up: "Host, don't drink it!"

Startled by 003's shout, Xu Qiuqiu lost her grip on the teacup, which fell to the ground. "...Why didn't you say so earlier? I've already drunk it... Is this tea poisoned?"

"No, it's just that the host might feel dizzy and sleepy later."

Xu Qiuqiu: "..." Here we go again?

Before she could think it through, dizziness struck, her vision blurred, and before she lost consciousness, she thought she saw Ah Zhen walk in.

When she woke up again, she felt herself lying in an unfamiliar bed, and it was swaying back and forth, like she was on a train.

She quickly pulled back the carriage curtain. The scenery around her was moving rapidly, and she could hear the roar of a train. She was indeed on the train.