Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Ferocious Beast

Zhe Rou was caught off guard and Lu Chen hugged her tightly.

Two strong arms restrained her lower back, and in front of her was a hard and hot chest. Before she could struggle, her breath was completely taken away.

Like a long-dormant beast that finally caught its prey and couldn't wait to skin and bones it, Lu Chen mercilessly rolled over her lips, forced her teeth open, sucked, bit, entangled, and invaded.

There was a sudden pain on her lips, and Zhe Rou whimpered in pain. She struggled to free one hand, slapped him hard, and then pushed his chest with all her strength.

Lu Chensheng was hit but remained unmoved. He didn't even turn his head. He just grabbed her wrist and pushed her onto the table almost roughly.

The candlesticks and teacups fell to the ground with a clatter, shattering into a mess.

Pushing her struggling legs apart with his knees, Lu Chen clamped her two slender wrists with one hand and twisted them behind her back, while with the other hand he tightly gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to lean towards him with such force that it seemed to break her bones, not allowing her even a little bit to escape.

Their breathings were intertwined rapidly, and even through the fabric of their clothes, they could feel each other's uncontrolled heartbeats, as rapid as drums and in a chaotic mess.

The back of her neck was slightly painful from being gripped by him. Zhe Rou was filled with shock and anger, not knowing what he was doing wrong.

Whenever she changed her mind and softened her heart, he would do something crazy that would make her angry.

Filled with hatred, Zhe Rou used all her strength to kick his knee.

But she didn't expect Lu Chen to grab her legs and wrap them around his waist, pressing his whole body closer, even fitting perfectly, and the plunder between his lips and teeth became more brutal and deep.

Her unique warm fragrance lingered in his nose, and Lu Chen tightened his arms almost uncontrollably.

He thought he could endure it and learn to let her go.

But it doesn't work.

He can't do it.

He couldn't bear to watch her walk towards another man.

He could never imagine that one day her eyes would be filled with other men, and there would no longer be any room for him.

That was obviously his mistress.

When love reaches its extreme, it cannot be fulfilled, but instead gives rise to a surging and bone-chilling hatred.

I hate that the bright moon in my heart shines on others.

He hated that she had abandoned him like this, without even the slightest bit of reluctance, leaving him alone in pain and suffering, almost going crazy.

He hated her so much that his teeth itched, his stomach felt hungry, and his heart trembled. He wanted to swallow her, crush her in his arms, and bite her hard enough to draw blood.

The alcohol in his stomach was churning and burning, and Lu Chen was trembling violently. His breath was hot and scorching, and his heart was beating wildly with the blood, as if it would shatter his sternum and burst out of his cavity in the next moment.

This kind of lingering could no longer satisfy him, so Lu Chen stretched out his fingers to lift her clothes. Zhe Rou felt a slight chill in front of her body, and his hot lips and tongue came down fiercely, kissing and biting her slender white neck all the way, and finally biting the lonely and protruding collarbone.

Zhe Rou gasped in pain and desperately pushed and hit his chest, "Lu Bingyan! What are you crazy about again... Let me go!"

Lu Chen pretended not to hear and buried his head in biting her collarbone. The thin layer of flesh was ground between his teeth, oozing out a few drops of blood, which were immediately swept away by the rough tip of his tongue.

The hot and rough tip of the tongue licked across the skin, and the scalp suddenly exploded with numbness. Zhe Rou felt pain and itchiness, but she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried. She could only bite his shoulder in anger, even harder than him, and the fishy and sweet blood instantly filled her lips and teeth.

Until her teeth were sore from biting, Lu Chen finally let go and looked up, holding her cheeks with his palms, lowered his head again and kissed her deeply, prying open her teeth, hooking the tip of her tongue, and taking it into his mouth to suck on it.

Saliva and blood intertwined, and the salty and astringent taste gradually spread on the tips of each other's tongues. It was hard to tell whether it came from the wound on his shoulder or the bite mark on her collarbone.

It really seems like the two have merged into one.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, perhaps due to the alcohol or the stimulation of the blood, the veins on Lu Chen's forehead suddenly jumped.

A fleeting delusion in the past suddenly became clear and intense at this moment, and it was forced out with the roaring blood, making it almost impossible for him to suppress it, and his knuckles trembled slightly with excitement.

I want to leave a mark with her.

A mark unique to the two of them.

A hand reached into the hem of her clothes, and the slightly hard callus on the palm of her hand touched her smooth and soft skin. The familiar and long-lost touch came, and both of them trembled violently.

Zhe Rou shuddered suddenly, and half of her body went limp, unable to exert any strength.

The moon was dark and the stars were sinking. There was no light in the room. The darkness magnified all her senses. Her breath was filled with his hot breath. She could hear her heartbeat getting faster and faster, almost bursting out of her chest.

His palm moved upwards, and the rough tiger's mouth lifted up the roundness. Lu Chen slowly rolled his fingertips over her delicate skin, feeling her heart beating rapidly under his palm, hitting his fingertips again and again through the thin flesh.

Right here, burn a love scar with her.

From now on, we are one blood, you are in me and I am in you.

Teach her that she must never forget him in this life or in the next life, and never leave him even a little bit.

As soon as this thought came out, it spread like wildfire, burning his heart until it felt dry and tight, his Adam's apple rolled violently, and a fine layer of hot sweat oozed out of his back.

The rough fingertips were still wandering around her heart, causing Zhe Rou to tremble and her breathing to quicken.

A vague and strong feeling of uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart, and the fear that Lu Chen was losing control at this moment finally overwhelmed his previous anger bit by bit.

The more she struggled, the more likely it would provoke his anger.

Gritting her teeth, Zhe Rou forced herself to calm down, slowly raised her trembling hand, gently stroked his cheek, and said in a trembling voice: "Lu Bingyan... look at me."

A delicate and soft palm suddenly covered my cheek, and warmth instantly spread across my cheek.

Lu Chen's whole body suddenly stiffened.

After a while, he slowly raised his head, and his dark eyes fell on her face.

Zhe Rou looked up at him, her throat choked with sobs, her voice trembling slightly, tears welling uncontrollably in her eyes, "Lu Bingyan...are you drunk? Wake up...don't scare me like this..."

She is crying.

Lu Chen finally realized that something was wrong.

It seems that he has developed a demon in his heart, and his greed and ignorance have turned him into delusion. He not only wants her, but also wants to humiliate her and hurt her.

No way.

This is not right.

Lu Chen seemed to be nailed to the spot, struggling with himself, hot sweat rolling down his face, his whole body tense, not daring to move.

The restless beast in her heart was chained by her, and finally it slowly retracted its claws and fangs, curled up little by little, and became docile.

After a while, he grasped her thin shoulders, stood up with difficulty, and left.

Her Adam's apple rolled violently a few times, and Lu Chen tore off his outer robe and wrapped her tightly.

Zhe Rou was still in a daze, but he gently embraced her through his outer robe and held her in his arms. His thin lips pressed against her hair, rubbing it over and over again, his voice hoarse and unbearable.

"I'm sorry...Xiaoxiao, it's my fault."

"Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid..."

He repeated his words of comfort over and over again. After an unknown amount of time, Zhe Rou's tense mind finally relaxed.

Countless unspeakable grievances and resentments mixed with a hint of fear suddenly surged into her heart, making her eyes feel sore and hot. She could no longer suppress it, her slender fingers tightly grasped her clothes, tears rolled down her face, and her whole body was shaking with tears.

Lu Chen stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do. He could only let her lean on him, and slowly stroked her trembling spine with his palm.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhe Rou finally vented all her emotions. She felt weak and almost powerless, and could only sob intermittently, "Lu Bingyan... I hate you so much... You always... always force me like this..."

Lu Chen's Adam's apple rolled, and he silently tightened his arms, holding her gently in his arms, coaxing her until her crying gradually subsided and she fell asleep exhausted.

Lu Chen waited for a while, and when he saw that she was indeed asleep, he gently picked her up and carried her back to the couch.

He carefully took off her shoes and stockings, and was about to turn around to help her take off her clothes, but he was afraid that she would think too much when she woke up tomorrow, so he frowned and hesitated for a moment, and finally just pulled the quilt to cover her.

He turned around, picked out a clean handkerchief from the towel rack, soaked it in warm water and wrung it out, then carefully wiped away the tear marks on her face. Finally, he went out and brought back a freshly lit charcoal basin, placing it not far from the couch.

After everything was tidied up, Lu Chen sat down silently beside the couch, staring at her sleeping profile.

The room was silent, and he could hear her shallow and long breathing. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her slightly red eyelids with his fingertips. He lingered for a while, and his heart felt so bitter that he couldn't describe the feeling.

He knew that his personality was more paranoid than that of an ordinary person, and he had been like this since he was a child. Whatever he cared about, whether it was a person or an object, he would take it in his hands and would never give up.

Just like his raging desire for her just now, it was only temporarily restrained by him, but there was no way it could really be reduced in the slightest.

But this won't work.

He would hurt her.

How should he do it?

I am unwilling to let go, but I dare not hold it tightly again.

Lu Chen sat quietly until the cold moon set in the west and the sky grew dim. His knees were already feeling stiff. Seeing that it was getting late, he was about to get up and leave when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from the corridor.

Lu Chen frowned and was about to cover Zhe Rou's ears with his hands when he heard someone knocking on the door from outside.

"My dear! Is my dear here?"

Nan Heng's low voice came from outside the door, and his tone could not hide his tense anxiety.

Lu Chen paused, lowered his eyes and glanced at the person sleeping on the couch, then stood up and walked out of the house. He closed the door tightly and looked at Nan Heng who was looking anxious at the steps below.

"What happened?"

Nan Heng looked up at him, his face bleak, his voice suppressed. "The young prince was anxiously looking for you. He said that the Jingyuan army had suddenly received urgent news that Duke Xu had fallen ill and could not get up. The eunuch Sun Xian, the supervisor of the army, was greedy for merit and advanced rashly, falling into the treacherous scheme of the Hu Liao. The army was lured into the empty city of Funing, which had been fortified and cleared, and was surrounded by the enemy."

After a pause, Nan Heng's throat rolled over, and he continued with difficulty, "Now, our 40,000-strong army is trapped in an isolated city, with no food or fodder. The 70,000 laborers outside the city... have suffered heavy casualties, and the number is incalculable."