Seeing Leng Ye's face turn pale with anger, Xuan Fengqian dared not say anything more to provoke him. He could only hang his head and sullenly admit his mistake, "I'm sorry for saying something you don't like to hear. I'll go back to my cell and reflect on my mistakes."
Is this the attitude you should have when admitting your mistake?
Leng Ye suddenly grabbed her hair and roughly threw her onto the bed. "I want to see if you're the one playing with me, or if I'm the one playing with you!"
"This still needs to be tested! Surely the mighty Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworlds doesn't even lack this much confidence?"
Xuan Fengqian was both angry and anxious. He fell down on the couch with a thud, wincing in pain and tears welling up in his eyes.
How will you know if you don't try?
Leng Ye glanced at Xuan Feng's slightly red eyes and his tone softened unconsciously, "Say a few things that I like to hear, and I might consider going easy on you."
He really disliked women who were too delicate and fragile; they broke at the slightest touch and were a real downer.
But for some reason, Xuan Fengqian's fear of pain and tendency to cry always aroused his deepest protective instincts.
Whenever he saw her with tears streaming down her face, he felt an urge to pull her into his arms.
Or perhaps it's not as simple as just wanting to hold her in your arms.
He even imagined pinning her down and taking her hard...
Sensing his own surging desire, Leng Ye's face grew even darker.
"monster!"
He cursed under his breath in anger, but when he opened his mouth, he realized his voice was unusually hoarse.
Xuanfeng frowned slightly, tilted her head back, and stared warily at Leng Ye, whose face was cold and stern.
At the same time, Leng Ye also stared intently at her, who was curled up in the corner of the tatami like a small animal.
He thought to himself that no man could resist a beauty like Xuan Fengqian, who was born with the ability to bewitch people.
Moreover, Xuan Fengqian was relentlessly seducing him!
Therefore, it is understandable that he could not control himself.
With this thought, Leng Ye's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.
He suddenly leaned forward, his strong arms supporting her at her sides, his voice deep and magnetic, "Be a good girl and you'll suffer less, understand?"
"Leng...Leng Ye, calm down."
Xuan Fengqian hadn't expected Leng Ye to be so fickle; just a moment ago he was looking down on her, but now he was trying to take advantage of her...
She watched him warily as he drew closer, her hands gripping the thin quilt beneath her tightly. She wanted to rebel, but dared not confront him directly.
At the critical moment, Wuya's almost frantic banging on the door suddenly came from outside the Soul Devouring Hall.
Bang--
Bang bang bang bang——
"Gah! You wicked woman, don't you dare steal my husband!" Wuya cried out in a shrill voice, howling like a banshee.
Xuan Qianning, standing behind Wuya, remained silent and did not make a fuss. She simply lowered her head and let her tears fall like jade beads.
Seeing Xuan Qianning crying pitifully, Wanxia repeatedly comforted her, "Princess, don't cry. Those pheasants can never compare to the real golden branches and jade leaves. The Demon Lord may just be looking for something new."
"Looking for something new? Am I not fresh enough? I'm not just fresh, I'm also juicy and tender."
While banging his head against the door with all his might, Wuya also let out a mournful wail at the top of his lungs.
Although Leng Ye had been with quite a few women, Wuya always felt that he treated Xuan Fengqian differently.
It feared that once the cold night had Xuanfengqian, it would no longer need it.
Thinking of this, Wuya wept bitterly, "Your Majesty, how could you betray me? Green grass is as resilient as silk, and a rock is as immovable as a solid stone?"
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