But after calling several times without any response, Su Ping felt a chill in her heart.
Suddenly the room was bright again, and Su Ping was able to see her surroundings clearly.
Inside the antique-style room, bright red silk ribbons hung from the beams, and double happiness characters were pasted on the window paper.
The decorations were meant to be festive, but they looked rather eerie in the current environment.
Su Ping stared at the red mandarin duck bed ceiling above her head, her brows furrowing unconsciously.
Looking down, she saw her long hair hanging down her chest, and she was wearing a red wedding dress.
It seemed to be raining outside the window; she could hear the raindrops dripping from the eaves onto the ground, creating an eerie silence.
There were no guests, no groom, only her chained to the wedding bed.
Su Ping tried to move her wrist, but found that she couldn't move it at all.
If this is a dream, wouldn't it be too real?
Su Ping suddenly had a bad feeling.
Did she end up in another book?
Su Ping could still move her feet, and with both hands gripping the iron chains, she struggled to sit up from the bed.
She wore red embroidered shoes with lifelike patterns, yet they inexplicably gave her a chill.
The wind outside seemed to grow stronger, and suddenly the door creaked open.
Su Ping looked over but didn't see anyone, and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
Just then, a bolt of lightning struck, and she saw a man rush in from outside.
"Pingping, don't be afraid, I'll take you away."
Lu Zhiyan was dressed in a black robe, with his dark hair tied up with a ribbon, also in an ancient costume.
He appeared to be injured, and was soaked to the bone, leaving a trail of wet footprints with every step he took.
What's the situation now?
Lu Zhiyan walked over, clutching his chest. His gaze fell on her hands, which were chained to the headboard, and darkened.
The next second, he drew his sword and slashed at it.
A tingling sensation came from my wrist; the chain had not been cut.
Lu Zhiyan was extremely anxious. He frantically raised the sword in his hand and brought it down heavily, but still failed to cut it.
Suddenly, Su Ping seemed to hear the sound of arrows piercing the air.
Lu Zhiyan, who had just been wielding his sword, suddenly froze and fell towards her.
Only then did she notice an arrow stuck in his back, blood gushing out.
Seeing him gasping for breath in pain, Su Ping couldn't help but shed tears, unsure whether she was being controlled in a dream or what.
Lu Zhiyan struggled to raise his hand and touch her face, speaking haltingly, word by word.
"Pingping, don't, don't cry, I'm okay..."
With her hands locked, Su Ping could only keep muttering "I'm sorry" as she watched the light in Lu Zhiyan's eyes gradually fade away.
Then she heard laughter outside the door, which sounded somewhat familiar.
Su Ping turned her head and saw Yun Qi dressed in a red wedding robe.
He was holding a bow in his hand, a sickly smile on his face; the arrow he had just fired was the one that had been released.
Yun Qi coldly looked at the two people on the wedding bed and walked in step by step.
His face was as white as jade, and his lips were rosy, like a pampered young nobleman.
Before Su Ping could react, Yun Qi had already walked in, grabbed Lu Zhiyan who was lying on top of her, and thrown him off the bed.
Lu Zhiyan used his last bit of strength to struggle, but blood gushed from his throat and almost instantly his hand fell limply to the ground.
As he breathed his last, his eyes lingered on her, as if he wanted to etch her face into his mind forever.
Su Ping looked at him, her chest suddenly clenched, and she felt a little breathless.
She didn't know how to describe the feeling; everything in front of her was too real. Lu Zhiyan had really died in front of her.
Seeing that she still wouldn't look at him, Yun Qi grabbed her chin and stubbornly turned her head towards him.
"Sister, you said you would stay with me for life, how can you go back on your word?"
"Don't blame me. If he hadn't taken advantage of my absence to entice you to marry him and elope, I wouldn't have killed him."
Whether out of anger or fear, Su Ping couldn't help but start trembling.
"You're a madman."
Su Ping looked at his face and said those words with resentment.
Even she was shocked when she said it. Why would she say something like that? Was it because of role control?
Yun Qi took in the hatred and fear in her eyes, and suddenly smiled as he moved closer to her.
“I once thought about returning to a normal life, but you shouldn’t have abandoned me and been with him after I couldn’t live without you.”
"I couldn't find you when I came back that day. They said I went crazy after you got engaged to him!"
“Who does he think he is, daring to covet you? You can only be mine. He had the audacity to have such thoughts, so I killed him.”
As Yun Qi spoke, he suddenly burst into laughter, his face revealing a manic expression.
After saying that, he grabbed Su Ping by the back of the head and kissed her fiercely.
Su Ping began to struggle desperately, but all her efforts were in vain.
Instead, he pushed her down onto the bed with a little force, and his dense kisses made her breathless.
A feeling of suffocation began to engulf her.
His hands were pinned above his head, and the chains on his wrists rattled as he struggled, a sound that amused Yun Qi.
He grabbed her waist and ripped open her bright red wedding robe. The next second, his cold hand slid down her inner garment and into her waist.
In her haste, Su Ping bit his lip hard.
Yun Qi paused for two seconds, then suddenly smiled and released her.
The wound on his lips bled, staining his lips even more crimson, as if he had applied the finest lip rouge.
It's more like a vampire biting someone's neck in the dead of night.
Su Ping had a bad feeling, but the next second her legs were tightly gripped and pulled down.
The chains were at their longest, and her hands were firmly fixed above her head, unable to move. Yun Qi gently helped her take off her embroidered shoes.
The calmer she appeared on the surface, the more terrified Su Ping became, and she couldn't help but start trembling.
Yun Qi looked at Su Ping, who was lying on the wedding bed with her clothes disheveled, and smiled.
Those clothes are still too much of an eyesore.
He was reluctant to touch her, which gave other men an opportunity to take advantage of him. Now he doesn't want to tolerate it anymore.
Moreover, tonight was supposed to be their wedding night.
Before Su Ping could even react, he had already stripped her of her clothes. Looking at Yun Qi's excited and frenzied eyes, she shed tears of humiliation.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on Lu Zhiyan, who was lying on the ground, staring at her with his eyes wide open. She felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water.
I felt cold from head to toe.
"Please, please, not here."
Su Ping looked at Yun Qi, who was leaning down to kiss her neck, and finally couldn't help but plead.
Yun Qi followed her gaze to Lu Zhiyan on the ground, his jealousy almost driving him mad.
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