Li Lingge fell to the ground, breathing steadily, as if he had just fallen into a deep sleep.
Zhao Feiyan stood beside him with a sick smile on her lips.
"Everything you have will be mine immediately."
…
"This is the first time I've done something like this."
A familiar voice came from his ear, and Li Lingge slowly opened his eyes.
His vision gradually became clearer, and what came into view was the intricate carved beams and painted rafters on the dome of the hall. The gilded and colorful dragon and phoenix patterns looked particularly gorgeous in the candlelight.
He blinked, trying to clear his mind, but found that he had no idea how he got here.
"What is this for me?"
Li Lingge murmured in his heart, with a hint of confusion and uneasiness in his voice.
He tried to raise his arms, but heard the sound of chains colliding.
He turned his head suddenly and noticed that his hands and feet were firmly fixed to the huge table beneath him with heavy iron chains.
The table is made of thick mahogany, with intricate runes carved on its surface, like some kind of ancient ritual utensil.
What made him even more uneasy was that there was a long strip of cloth wrapped around his mouth, so he couldn't speak normally and could only make indistinct whimpering sounds.
"Don't struggle, you will belong to me completely in a moment."
That familiar voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing and anticipation.
Li Lingge's heart sank suddenly. He tried to twist his body, but found that the chains restrained him and prevented him from moving.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a soft and round pressure on his thigh, as if something was pressing down gently.
Then, he felt a slight chill in his lower abdomen and a furry touch on his skin, as if some soft hair was gently teasing him.
However, before he had time to think about it, he discovered another terrible thing.
He suddenly looked up and found that his white robe had been untied at some point, with the lapels hanging loosely on both sides, revealing his strong chest and lower abdomen.
At the same time, his eyes fell on Zhao Feiyan beside him.
Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, covering half of her face.
Zhao Feiyan held a vermilion pen in her hand and was concentrating on writing and drawing on Li Lingge's abdominal muscles. Her movements were gentle and delicate.
Li Lingge's pupils suddenly contracted, and a storm of emotions surged in his heart.
Zhao Feiyan seemed to notice his gaze and slowly raised her head.
Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, yet with a hint of elusive depth.
"Don't worry, it will be fine soon."
The voice was as gentle as the wind, but it made Li Lingge feel an inexplicable chill.
Li Lingge's heart was filled with doubts and fears. He didn't know what Zhao Feiyan wanted to do, but he could feel that he was caught in a huge net.
And this web had been woven when Zhao Feiyan first met him.
On his body, the marks left by the red pen gradually formed a complex pattern.
As the rune was completed, he felt a strange power surging in his body, as if something was being awakened.
"What do you want to do?"
Li Lingge roared in his heart, but could not make any sound.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the chains made a rattling sound.
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