"Leng Ye, have you ever treated me like a human being? Why do you always take your anger out on me?" Xuan Fengqian crossed her arms over her chest, her narrow peach blossom eyes misting over.
"When have I ever taken my anger out on you? Isn't it because you've made such a huge mistake?"
Leng Ye held her soft, boneless hands behind her back, his dark eyes fixed on her fair, jade-like body, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy in an instant.
What did I do wrong?
"You'll have to ask that."
Leng Ye suppressed the throbbing veins on his forehead and looked at her coldly, "You always act like a chaste and virtuous woman in front of me, but in the blink of an eye, you're having a good time with other men in bed. Xuan Fengqian, when you're cuddling in someone else's arms and flaunting your charms, have you ever thought about your engagement to me?"
"When did I ever flirt? I was just asleep and had no idea why Dijun was on my bed." Xuan Fengqian felt more and more aggrieved. "I'm clearly the victim here, why are you taking your anger out on me?"
Looking into her red and swollen eyes, Leng Ye felt a pang of regret.
He just wanted to find out what had happened, but unexpectedly, he made her cry again.
"Why are you crying? I didn't bully you."
Leng Ye couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. He picked up the thin quilt that had fallen to the ground and gently draped it over her shoulders.
"This isn't bullying? Don't think I don't know you just want to take this opportunity to vent your lust, isn't it?" Xuan Fengqian trembled with anger, her pale lips quivering involuntarily.
"Can't you be reasonable? You've already cheated on me, and you still have the nerve to say these things? Do you even understand how I feel right now?"
Xuan Fengqian went all out, retorting without a care in the world, "Back then, you were the one who pushed me into the Nine Nether Demon Prison with your own hands. Why weren't you this angry then? Leng Ye, do you understand how I felt back then?"
"..."
Leng Ye was speechless. He closed his eyes heavily, and a dull, agonizing pain shot through his chest.
Hearing her say that, he was almost completely overwhelmed by a wave of guilt.
“Leng Ye, tell me yourself, who is being unreasonable?” Xuan Feng asked him in a cold voice.
"What happened before was my fault. I will do my best to make amends."
"I don't want to hear it, get out."
Xuan Feng pointed coldly at the door, which he had kicked so hard it looked like it could fall apart at any moment.
She didn't need Leng Ye to make amends for his mistakes at all. Right now, all she wanted was to never see him again, nothing more.
Leng Ye wanted to say something more, but seeing the tears welling up in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks, his heart softened completely.
"I can leave, you...please stop crying, okay?"
"Get out of here..."
Xuan Fengqian roared hoarsely, she really didn't want him to see her so vulnerable.
But for some reason, she still felt wronged by his misunderstanding.
"I will come to see you again tomorrow."
Leng Ye finally understood what it meant to be helpless.
He hated this feeling of being out of control, but he didn't know what to do.
Seeing her heartbroken and in tears, he also began to reflect on his own actions.
Perhaps she would be much happier if she hadn't met him?
He sighed heavily, and was about to settle accounts with Di Jun when Xuan Fengqian suddenly collapsed onto the bed without warning.
"A-Qian!"
Leng Ye panicked and rushed forward, carefully pulling her into his arms.
He gently tapped her wrist with one hand and suddenly realized that her body had been invaded by evil energy, and her immortal energy was rapidly disappearing at a visible speed.
"how so?"
Leng Ye gently stroked Xuan Feng's pale cheek, only then realizing that the mysterious woman on the Xuan Dian Platform was not a Fallen Demon, but a Blood Demon whose moves were remarkably similar to those of a Fallen Demon.
"Cold...so cold."
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Leng Ye held her tightly, focusing intently on channeling his inner energy into her.
It took a full quarter of an hour for a trace of color to return to her originally deathly pale face.
Seeing this, Leng Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, he also realized that Xuan Fengqian had not lied to him at all.
She did indeed faint because she was too weak.
After calming down, he noticed that there wasn't a single trace of intimacy on her body.
Therefore, it is clear that nothing ever happened between her and Dijun.
After realizing this, he felt even more guilty.
As she said, she was clearly the victim, yet he colluded with outsiders to relentlessly harm her.
I'm sorry I always hurt you.
Leng Ye was born proud and never apologized to anyone.
He would only say these things when Xuan Fengqian was unconscious.
"Your Highness, the Second Prince of the Western Sea has sent snow lotus flowers from Crimson Green Mountain. Will you accept them or not?" As soon as Qi Yuan stepped into the room, she saw Leng Ye sitting astride the couch, seemingly about to do something improper to Xuan Fengqian.
She stared blankly at Xuan Fengqian, whose clothes were disheveled, in Leng Ye's arms. Although she was terrified of Leng Ye's dark face, she still mustered her courage, grabbed the wine pot from the table, and charged towards Leng Ye fiercely. "My princess is pure and innocent. How could you treat her like this? Today, even if I have to risk my life, I will never let you succeed!"
"go out."
Not wanting to hurt Xuan Fengqian, Leng Ye kept a stern, unyielding expression and said coldly.
Unexpectedly, Qi Yuan showed no sign of backing down and instead smashed the wine pot in her hand toward Leng Ye's forehead.
With a crisp "bang," Leng Ye's forehead was bruised and battered once again.
Upon seeing this, Qi Yuan's legs trembled violently, but she still timidly said, "You beast, let go of the princess!"
"You are indeed loyal."
Leng Ye sighed softly, suddenly realizing that she was not even as good as her maid, which was truly terrible.
He casually knocked Qi Yuan unconscious and threw her out of the house, then gently changed Xuan Fengqian into her perfectly intact undergarments.
It's laughable, really, that he always wanted to possess her as soon as possible.
But every time, he would soften his heart at the crucial moment.
God knows what really happened to him!
He is no longer the same person he used to be.
Leng Ye leaned down, his thin lips lightly brushing across her forehead with restraint, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Fengqian woke up at this moment.
Snap—
A glint of anger flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.
Leng Ye did not dodge; he almost pressed his own cold hand against hers.
"woke up?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, a metallic sweetness welled up in his throat, gushing out from between his lips.
He had already damaged his vital energy when he was repairing Fuchen's immortal body.
At this moment, having exhausted too much of his inner energy, he was vomiting blood uncontrollably.
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