Jingzhe glanced in surprise at the smear of blood red hidden in Leng Ye's gold-trimmed cuffs, and a sudden wave of fear washed over her.
He stood there like a wooden statue, his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
"What are you looking at?" Leng Ye's eyes sharpened, and he questioned Jing Zhe with displeasure.
"No...it's nothing."
"If you dare to say anything more, you will bear the consequences."
"I wouldn't dare."
Jingzhe lowered her brows and eyes, responding repeatedly.
The reason she dared not look Leng Ye in the eye was not because she was scared out of her wits.
It was because... Leng Ye blushed for the first time ever.
That's right, the unruly and unrestrained Demon Lord Leng Ye of the Nine Netherworlds actually blushed!
At this moment, Jingzhe felt no fear whatsoever; instead, she wanted to burst into wild laughter.
However, despite his thoughts, he ultimately didn't dare to laugh out loud.
"It's best if you don't dare."
Leng Ye snorted coldly, perhaps feeling that he had lost face, and his originally slightly red cheeks turned bright red in an instant.
To dispel the inexplicable heat rising to his cheeks, he had no choice but to rush forward against the wind, letting the gale in the void extinguish the restless fire within him.
However, while heat may subside easily, anger is not so easily extinguished.
"Damn woman!"
Leng Ye grew increasingly angry as he thought about it.
You know, he had never been in such a predicament before.
He had planned to teach Xuan Fengqian a lesson, but the moment he stepped into the cell, his heart clenched painfully.
Even in the dilapidated prison cell, a decadent atmosphere still lingered, reminiscent of the aftermath of sexual intercourse.
Leng Ye stood with his hands behind his back, standing beside Xuan Fengqian, looking down at her as she curled up on the haystack with her eyes closed.
She looks very unwell.
Aside from the shocking whip marks on her face, her wedding dress was also tattered beyond recognition.
What bothered him even more was the large patches of bloodstains on her skirt.
"To get close to me, you've endured to this extent?" A hint of confusion flashed in Leng Ye's deep eyes.
"water..."
At this moment, Xuan Feng was fast asleep, completely unaware that Leng Ye was right beside her, staring intently at her.
"I might as well die of thirst."
Despite saying this, Leng Ye still personally poured a cup of tea and quietly moved it to Xuan Fengqian's lips.
"The taste is too bland, I want to drink honey water." Xuanfeng was still half asleep when he took the teacup and gulped it down.
"Xuanfengqian, don't push your luck."
Leng Ye's face darkened, and his deep, mellow voice carried a hint of sinister intent.
"Demon...Demon Lord?"
Xuan Fengqian belatedly realized that Leng Ye, with an unfriendly expression, was staring at her fiercely, and she even became extremely incoherent when she spoke.
"Weren't you determined to marry me? I came to see you out of kindness, what are you afraid of?"
"Is the Demon Lord here to laugh at me?" Xuan Fengqian quickly regained her composure and smiled self-deprecatingly. "As you wish, I have now been completely destroyed."
"All of this is your own fault."
"Yes, it is indeed my own fault. From the very beginning, I should not have coveted things that were not meant to be mine. Now look what has happened, I'm disfigured, I've lost my innocence, and I'm imprisoned in this dark and hopeless dungeon."
Leng Ye stared silently at Xuan Fengqian, whose face was filled with sorrow and whose eyes were lifeless, and suddenly felt that he couldn't understand her.
Her behavior at this moment truly resembled that of someone who had been insulted.
But what's with the white saliva stains at the corners of her mouth?
He simply couldn't believe that she could be fast asleep with drool at the corners of her mouth after being insulted.
After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly reached out and tore off her already tattered wedding dress.
Xuan Fengqian clutched her chest in a panic, looking at Leng Ye with a cold and stern expression in astonishment. "I've already been tortured into this state by you, what more do you want? What good would it do you to kill me?"
"I have no interest in withered flowers and fallen willows."
Leng Ye grabbed her snow-white arm with one hand, and after confirming several times that there was no mark of virginity on her arm, he leisurely let go.
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