Late at night, the moon hid behind the dark clouds.
In the quiet room, a strange fragrance gradually dissipated in the air, eventually vanishing into nothingness.
Still asleep, Yan Li frowned slightly, feeling as if she were being watched by some ferocious beast, with extreme pressure and threat that made her scalp tingle and unable to feel at ease.
But soon, the eerie feeling vanished as if it were a dream, as if it were all just her imagination, and she gradually relaxed her brow.
Before long, the air became a little stuffy. In a daze, Yan Li tugged at her collar, then subconsciously kicked off the blanket and turned over.
Beneath the torn clothing, several gruesome wounds marred the beauty of her fair skin, especially the recently healed wound on her shoulder.
The bright red scar was about the length of an index finger, slightly raised, like a blood-red caterpillar clinging to it.
Soon, that eerie feeling seemed to materialize, returning once again and enveloping her completely.
In an instant, it seemed as if someone had lifted the bed curtains, and a corner of the bed sank in.
The heat that hit her was intense, an unknown sensation that seemed to melt Yan Li, clinging to her tightly and making it impossible for her to escape.
Her thoughts seemed to freeze completely at that moment. Yan Li frowned again, trying to open her eyes, but as if she were being paralyzed by a ghost, she couldn't move an inch, and her eyelids were too heavy to lift.
Gradually, her consciousness began to dissipate, and she fell into a deeper coma.
Wen Shaoxing climbed onto the bed with a slight smile on his lips, and slowly lay down beside Yan Li.
He pressed his fingertips against her red lips, his gaze burning and deep, clinging to her in an extremely ambiguous way, like a wolf eyeing its prey, contemplating where to begin its attack.
Before long, Wen Shaoxing's fingertips slid down little by little, landing on her neck, and slowly grasped it. His thumb pressed down on her vital point, while his eyes were fixed on the face hidden in the night.
With her eyes closed, Yan Li lost the aloofness she had during the day, becoming like a delicate and vulnerable young lady raised in seclusion, utterly without a care in the world.
The murderous intent nearly filled the entire room, yet the person sleeping soundly on the bed showed no sign of waking up.
Wen Shaoxing didn't know how to describe this feeling, but he hated this uncontrollable behavior and this sudden change.
Killing her might bring him peace of mind again.
But the soft touch beneath his fingertips made it impossible for him to tighten his grip. Gazing into her eyes and brows, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curve upwards slightly, as if he had already fallen into her trap, struggling desperately but unable to save himself.
ill.
Wen Shaoxing couldn't help but secretly despise himself for having such thoughts about a servant, and even climbing into her bed at night.
Does she deserve it?
Yan Li was just a servant, and even a servant who harbored disloyal intentions. She was fickle and promiscuous, not worth his time or effort.
What he should have done was kill her without hesitation.
He tried once again to pull himself back from his out-of-control emotions, but all he could hear was her soft breathing. She was lying beside him, nestled in his arms.
Their skin touched, their breaths mingling in that moment.
At this moment, if he wanted, she could only be his, even if it was just her body.
It was as if a ferocious beast had taken up residence in Wen Shaoxing's heart, feeding on desire, and Yan Li was that only food, constantly emitting an alluring aroma that tempted him and gradually made him lose his reason.
Before long, he finally couldn't resist the temptation and bit down on those red lips.
In an instant, Wen Shaoxing's heart trembled, and he felt that his perseverance was a joke.
The night was still long. At first, he was content with superficial touches, his warm kisses lingering on her lips, sucking on them.
But not long after, Yan Li, who was feeling unwell, suddenly turned her head to the side, as if she was trying to break free from some kind of restraint and wake up.
Wen Shaoxing was stunned when the kiss landed on her cheek. Then, as if he had lost his mind, his eyes filled with a hint of obsession. He pinched her chin with his fingers, forced her to open her mouth, and kissed her again.
A scorching, almost frenzied kiss overwhelmed Yan Li, forcing her to retreat and give in, even though she still instinctively wanted to dodge.
This is undoubtedly insane.
The loud noise briefly brought Yan Li back to her senses. She instinctively struggled and raised her hand to push the person away.
My vision was blurry, and I couldn't see anyone's face clearly, but I could smell a familiar incense.
Having tasted the sweetness, Wen Shaoxing was unwilling to stop. Seemingly enraged by her resistance, he grabbed her wrist, pulled out his belt, and wrapped it around her, binding her and suppressing all her discontent.
He held her nape with his hand, continuing to lick her lips, demanding more and more uncontrollably, until he noticed her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Only then did he slowly exhale and continue.
Yan Li had once again lost the chance to regain consciousness, and he forced down the sobs that were escaping his lips.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Shaoxing's eyes were filled with an indescribable desire. As if unsatisfied, he slowly parted his lips and began to move towards her neck, continuing to rub and lick, intending to cover her with his scent.
His fingertips began to move downwards, intending to peel away the last remaining fig leaf, and a look of madness gradually crept into his eyes.
Let's continue. She won't know, will she?
Even if she knew, what difference would it make? She's your Deadpool anyway. Even if you asked her to die, she would still have to obey you.
If she dares to resist or escape, then lock her up in the dungeon, cripple her martial arts, and make her understand that he is her master, and no matter what he wants to do to her, she can only obey and cannot resist.
A life-saving grace should be repaid with one's own body, shouldn't it?
A faint smile appeared on Wen Shaoxing's lips again, while his dark eyes, as black as ink, were filled with growing lust, and his breathing became increasingly labored.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, his fingertips tracing every inch of her skin.
In the darkness, the room with the windows closed was stuffy and unbearably hot, but Wen Shaoxing pulled her into his arms and showered her neck with wet kisses.
She probably can't see his back, and she won't know the secret of today.
He would be patient for now, and once he found out who was behind her, he would give her a huge surprise.
Wen Shaoxing seemed to have thought of something extremely pleasing, and the corners of his lips turned up again. When he leaned down, he deliberately left a red mark on her neck.
Ah Li, his Ah Li, he really couldn't get enough of her. He really wanted to keep her on this bed and listen to her say 'I love you' to him.
Even in a broken and shattered way.
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