Bang--
A moment later, Leng Ye stormed into Qingfeng Palace in a fit of rage and kicked open the door to Xuanfeng Qianwo's bedroom.
Genfeng Qianjian Lengye, who was resting on the couch, suddenly got up after making such a commotion and stared at him warily.
At this moment, he was like an eagle in the night, aloof and arrogant yet imposing, exuding a powerful and domineering presence as he stood alone.
"What's wrong?"
Xuan Fengqian suppressed his fear, slowly stepped forward, and asked softly.
Leng Ye closed the door tightly behind him, then pressed her down onto the desk, saying each word clearly, "Xuan Fengqian, why do you insist on pushing me onto other women?"
"I didn't understand what you said."
"Why should I play matchmaker for you?"
"Isn't this for your benefit...?" Xuan Fengqian asked cautiously, feeling guilty.
Bang!
Leng Ye suddenly swung his fist, brushing it against her temple, and slammed it onto the desk.
He could no longer contain his anger and roared, "Who gave you permission to act on your own?"
"If you don't like it, I will never do it again."
"Xuan Fengqian, you know perfectly well that what I've always wanted is nothing more than you. You may not like me, and I'm willing to wait, but why do you toy with my feelings?"
Upon learning that everything was merely his own imagination, Leng Ye was utterly defeated.
"I didn't mean to."
Xuan Fengqian murmured softly, but a strange sense of guilt arose in his blood-red eyes.
She had no intention of toying with Leng Ye's feelings; she simply hadn't expected him to be so serious and so invested.
"I have been more tolerant of you and am willing to give you time to slowly understand me, so why do you have to go to such lengths to stab me in the heart?"
"Could you please get up first, so I can explain things to you properly?"
Xuan Fengqian was already tired of their way of getting along, but she had no choice but to coax him gently.
As Leng Ye was about to get up, he inadvertently glanced at the documents on the desk and asked in a cold voice, "What is this?"
Xuan Fengqian's heart skipped a beat, and she turned pale with fright.
She clearly locked this letter in the cabinet, so how come it's on the desk now?
Could it be that Fu Chen was behind this?
Did Fu Chen learn of her marriage to Di Jun and, seeing that his plan was about to fall through, decide to provoke Leng Ye and force him to force himself on her?
While cursing the cunning Fu Chen in her heart, Xuan Fengqian hurriedly tried to snatch the document from Leng Ye's hand, saying, "There's nothing to see here."
Leng Ye shoved her aside, pointed at the document in his hand, and said coldly, "So, you really do wish for my death."
"Let me explain, I only did it because I had no other choice."
Xuanfeng Qian was about to continue speaking when she worried that someone might be overheard.
She had finally gained the upper hand in this battle against the floating dust, and she couldn't afford to easily relinquish this initiative.
"No choice? You still want to make excuses!"
Leng Ye slammed the letter in his hand onto the desk, sneering, "I should have known this long ago. You have no heart at all. First, you disgustedly threw away my cloak, then you fawned over me and tried to play matchmaker, and now you're cursing me to die a horrible death in this letter. If I really gave you the Xuanyuan Demon Sword, would you still be thinking of cutting me down again?"
"I never intended to cut you."
"I ask you, Fuchen is your childhood sweetheart, Dijun is the man you've chosen, then what am I?"
Xuan Feng lowered his brows and murmured softly, "Leng Ye, we really are not suitable for each other."
How will you know if it suits you if you don't try?
"Stop deceiving yourself. You can't let it go, can you? As long as the scars on your back are still there, you'll still grit your teeth with hatred every time you think about that incident, right?"
"I have already let go of this."
Leng Ye still harbored a small grudge, but he no longer blamed her.
After all, he's done quite a few awful things.
Xuan Fengqian replied, "I'm sorry, I still can't let it go. Even if time heals all wounds, how can two people with lingering resentment be together?"
"Did I ever say I wanted to be with you? Why do you think I'm so interested in you? I'm just lusting after your body."
Leng Ye was heartbroken by her, but he was unwilling to let her off so easily. He suddenly pressed her down on the desk again. "If you want to marry Di Jun, it's not impossible. However, you must be at my beck and call whenever I need you."
"Can't you speak properly? Why do you always think of humiliating people when you're angry?"
"In your eyes, I am a heinous demon, right? In that case, why should I be polite to you?"
Leng Ye's words were filled with tears of blood; he had never known that loving someone could be so painful.
Every word she spoke was like a sharp knife, cutting into his heart with excruciating pain.
The next instant, he suddenly leaned down, roughly tore open her clothes, and frantically devoured every inch of her skin.
He knew perfectly well that doing so would only push her further away.
But he really didn't know how to win her back, and just wanted to make it a done deal as soon as possible.
If she could conceive his child, that would be wonderful.
"Leng Ye, why must you make me hate you?"
"I'd like to ask you, just how many men have you slept with? If they can, why can't I?"
Leng Ye tossed her onto the bed and then tied her hands behind her head.
Seeing the horror on her face, he suddenly felt a little reluctant to treat her like this, so he softened his tone and said softly, "Don't move, I promise I won't hurt you."
"Calm down, force can't solve anything."
"Tell me, how did you lose your virginity?"
Leng Ye knew he had no right to interfere with her.
Before meeting her, he had indeed played around with many women.
But he kept thinking about it and wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Speaking of this, Xuan Fengqian was even more furious.
If he hadn't been so frightening, would she have ruined her reputation?
However, she did not intend to tell him the truth.
Since he's so bothered by it, let him suffer in silence.
After a moment, Xuan Fengqian took a deep breath and boldly made up a story: "To be honest, it wasn't just the first time, but the second, third, and fourth times were all gone. However, I can't remember who my first man was. There were too many, it's easy to get confused."
Do you even know what self-love is?
"I don't understand, but do you?"
Xuan Fengqian found it amusing that Leng Ye actually had the nerve to ask her if she knew how to love herself.
He is clearly the one who doesn't know how to love himself.
"Since you've already reached the point of being available to any man, I have no need to hold you in my hands and pamper you."
In a flash, Leng Ye stripped her naked, his eyes devoid of tenderness, filled only with surging desire and madness.
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