He held her in his arms like that, and his repetitive tenderness was like a giant net that trapped her.
There is no escape no matter what.
He seemed to want to completely drown her in that tenderness, but the gradual tenderness was replaced by swift and fierce tyranny.
This was the first time Shen Qianyue was kissed in front of him, and there were bursts of white light in front of her eyes. The overwhelming feeling made her sob uncontrollably.
Too fierce.
She simply couldn't bear it.
Her pretty face was flushed red, with a few wet tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. She looked like a young wife who had just been severely bullied, making people feel pity for her for no reason.
She was kissed so hard that she had no chance to fight back. Feng Junye seemed to be furious, but was also worried about hurting her.
He bit her lips carefully, not letting go of even a little bit or an inch.
It seems like he wants to taste every flavor.
Shen Qianyue felt like she was about to suffocate. Once her body lost the initiative, it began to become passive.
She placed her hands on his chest and began to push, and the whimpering sound like a baby seemed to ignite the most explosive fire in his chest.
It stimulated him madly.
In fact, Shen Qianyue never resisted this kind of thing. In her opinion, love between men and women was just instinct.
If it is based on love, then the joy of love will be the greatest happiness in the world.
She will obey her instincts and follow her desires to achieve her goals.
Feng Junye's emotions were stronger than ever before. He was like a ball of flame, wrapping Shen Qianyue around him and integrating her into his body until his death.
Such strong emotions made her feel dazed for a moment, as if she had felt this way before.
In just a moment, that feeling quickly disappeared.
Her tightly closed eyes and long eyelashes trembled slightly. She thought Feng Junye would follow his instincts, but in the end he just hugged Shen Qianyue tightly in his arms.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, sniffing her scent almost greedily.
Calling Shen Qianyue’s name over and over again.
Then he apologized to her over and over again, hugged her and said, "I'm sorry, Yue'er, I don't want to hurt you, but I can't help it..."
Her blood was like the forbidden fruit with fatal temptation, emitting an alluring aroma. He didn't know why, because he clearly didn't want to drink it.
He didn't want to hurt her at all, but when he regained consciousness, he realized that he was actually sucking her blood.
The emperor who used to be so high and mighty, was now crying like a child while holding Shen Qianyue.
Sobbing soundly.
He hugged her tighter.
He kissed her forehead, cheeks and nose, his eyes filled with guilt.
But Shen Qianyue raised her hand to show him: “Your Majesty, look, the wound has healed.”
"I know. I know everything."
"What does your majesty know?" Shen Qianyue's eyes flickered.
"You are not the Shen Qianyue that I married in the first place, but I don't care who you are. Now that you are by my side, please don't leave, okay?"
He looked at Shen Qianyue pleadingly again, and his tearful eyes no longer had the previous murderous intent and hostility.
I don’t know when it started, but his murderous intent doesn’t seem to be as strong as before.
"I don't care if you are a demon or a ghost, but you are my Yue'er now, and you belong to me alone."
He spoke in an almost humbly and paranoid manner, his tone full of possessiveness.
Shen Qianyue’s red lips, which were a little swollen from being kissed, were rosy and plump, revealing a crystal-clear watery luster.
"So, Your Majesty knew about this all along, right?"
His embrace tightened again.
The look was so frightened.
"I know, I know everything..."
Knowing that she was not actually his queen, perhaps she did not have much feelings for him.
Just came here to complete the mission.
But what could he do? He no longer wanted her to leave. Even if she died, she could only die by his side.
"Then what else does Your Majesty know?"
Her voice seemed to have some kind of magic that could soothe the fear and anxiety in people's hearts.
"Yue'er, do you think there is no one in this palace who likes me? They respect me and flatter me on the surface, but in reality they all want me dead, right?"
Shen Qianyue smiled and said, "How could that be? You are His Majesty, their emperor, and my husband. Their likes and dislikes are irrelevant. Your Majesty only needs to know that I like you."
His heart, which had already become bony and hideous, was slowly healing because of her words, and the sobs in his throat became clearer and clearer.
He hugged Shen Qianyue tightly: “Does Yue’er really like me then?”
"certainly."
Shen Qianyue answered his question almost without any hesitation.
Because she never likes anyone, she only loves herself, that's all.
To her, men are dispensable.
She would never let a man ruin her future.
She lied to him...
At that moment, Feng Junye closed his eyes in pain.
But it doesn’t matter, even if she lied to him, at least she still said that she loved him.
At least she won't hurt herself.
Even if he doesn't like it, he doesn't hate it. As long as he doesn't hate it, Feng Junye will be satisfied.
He simply didn't dare to ask for too much.
"Your Majesty, it's time to get up and follow me somewhere."
She poked her head out of Feng Junye's arms with a smile on her face.
She looked so gentle, with eyes full of affection and infinite love.
But Feng Junye knew clearly that she had no feelings for him at all in her heart, and her heart was colder than ice.
He concealed the emotions in his eyes and asked someone to come in and help him undress.
Jingtan set up an altar in the cold palace and began to pray for the deceased. The monks sat together, surrounding Jingtan in the center.
The holy chanting sounds ethereal and distant, accompanied by the sound of vibrating Buddhist bells.
When she got closer, Shen Qianyue was a little surprised.
The Buddha's light on him was so gentle, and it enveloped everyone, and it was surprisingly warm.
But she should have been burned by the Buddha's light, so why did she not react this time?
She looked at her hands, her fingers were slender and intact.
He just looked at Jingtan, who was among the monks, and began to desire the power in him more and more.
It seemed as if he was so sweet and tempting, and full of temptation to herself.
The fire in her heart was burning unbearably, and she couldn't help licking the corner of her mouth when her mouth was dry.
Smells so good...
I really want to rush up and kill him... No!
Shen Qianyue stopped herself from thinking this in time. She really deserved to die. How could she have such sinister thoughts towards a monk again?
But this phenomenon has never happened before.
Has she been sick since she came into this world?
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