Chapter 442 Helian Feng, you are crazy!
Xiyan was so frightened by his sudden action that her whole body froze. She struggled to get up, but he held her down tightly and she couldn't move.
Looking at the almost destructive paranoia in his eyes, she felt only a chill in her heart - this man was really crazy!
"Helian Feng, what do you want to do!"
Helian Feng's originally gentle eyes were now stained with desire. He slowly leaned over, placed his thin lips on her pink neck, and bit gently:
"Only if I make you my woman will you fall in love with me. Don't you like Xiao Nanyan treating you like that?"
The wind outside the tent blew through the window lattice, rolled up the half-closed gauze curtain, and made the paranoia in his eyes even stronger - if he couldn't get her heart, then he would get her first.
Even if it means almost destruction, he must force this flower that once blossomed in his heart into his own palace walls.
"Helian Feng, you're crazy!"
Xiyan dodged violently, the brocade quilt beneath him wrinkled into a ball during his struggle, and the gilded tent hooks made a tiny noise, but it couldn't cover up his heavy breathing.
"Xiyan, please, don't leave me!"
There was a crazy paranoia in his voice, and his long, bony fingers pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.
Staring at the red lips so close to him, he felt his brain rumble and go blank, and then he suppressed it hard.
Xiyan tried her best to turn her head, and his lips rubbed against her lips and landed on her cheek.
She only felt his hot breath spraying on her ears, which was more burning than the strongest wine.
Helian Feng's big hands ripped off her outer skirt with a desperate ferocity, as if he wanted to turn all the longing and resentment over the past year into a rage at this moment, crushing her completely in his arms and leaving his mark on her.
Xiyan suddenly stopped struggling. Although her limbs were still limp, her back was straight. Her voice was as cold as ice:
"Helian Feng, if you feel that possessing me will make you feel better and fill that so-called resentment and resentment, then please do so. But don't forget—after today, the last bit of affection I have for you will turn into deep hatred."
Her words were like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the lust in Helian Feng's eyes.
His hand that was tearing at her clothes suddenly stopped, his fingertips still lingering on her slightly cool skin, but he could no longer exert any strength.
The air seemed to freeze. He maintained the leaning posture and suddenly buried his cheek in the crook of her neck, his breathing trembling heavily.
For a while, the tent was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.
Xiyan remained motionless, only feeling a warm and wet sensation gradually coming from the crook of her neck, and the man's suppressed, subtle sobs. She was stunned in her heart -
He... cried?
After an unknown amount of time, Helian Feng finally released her from her confinement.
He clumsily picked up the coat that was scattered beside him and gently wrapped it around her fair shoulders.
Xiyan raised her eyes and saw that his eyes were bloodshot, as if something was completely shattered inside.
"Xiyan, I'm so sad..."
His voice was extremely hoarse, and he was almost dejected.
"I suddenly feel like I have nothing left in this world, and I've gained nothing. Originally... it shouldn't be like this."
He bent down to pick up the silver hairpin that had fallen to the ground. The hairpin that he once regarded as a token of love was now as hot as a branding iron in his hand.
Suddenly, he raised the hairpin and stabbed his arm fiercely - again and again, the sharp tip of the hairpin cut through the flesh, and blood gushed out instantly, staining his moon-white sleeves red.
"It's all this hand's fault..."
He murmured, his eyes unfocused, as if only pain could keep him awake:
"I'll punish it for you... I'm sorry, Xiyan, I'm sorry..."
"Helian Feng, don't do this!"
Seeing this, Xiyan's heart tightened. She didn't care about her weakness. She struggled to take out the handkerchief from her bosom and pressed it on his bleeding wound.
"What are you doing?!"
Helian Feng looked up at her, his eyes filled with deep pain and confusion.
He suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying:
"Xiyan, what should I do...I can't take back my love for you."
His voice, with its heavy nasal tone and mixed with unspeakable pain, was completely different from the gentle and dignified Crown Prince who once was like a banished immortal.
"Originally, I could have obtained this kingdom openly and honestly, but now, it feels like it was stolen. It's so painful. Xiyan, my heart aches so much..."
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