Chapter 80 Don’t you want to go crazy?
In the mourning hall, candlelight was dim and incense was curling. The dim candlelight cast deep and shallow shadows between Wei Zilin's eyebrows.
He stared at Shen Xingwan quietly, his eyes gloomy, like the dark tide rolling in the dark sky, deep and unfathomable.
He slowly lowered his head, approaching her lips, his warm breath mixed with the aroma of wine, falling heavily on her skin with a hint of dangerous obsession.
Shen Xingwan's heart suddenly tightened, and she turned her face away, avoiding his lips.
Wei Zilin took a deep breath. The scent of incense burning in the mourning hall was thick and heavy, and the sweet scent from her body mixed in with it, making his breathing slightly disordered.
He raised his hand, and his slender fingertips slowly slid towards her cheek, and his fingertips gently brushed across her soft skin, with temptation and uncontrollable desire.
Before he touched her skin, Shen Xingwan couldn't bear it anymore. She waved her sleeves and fiercely brushed his hand away, her eyes full of anger.
"Wei Zilin, what are you crazy about?!"
Wei Zilin's hand was violently shaken away and paused slightly in mid-air.
A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, and his face suddenly darkened.
crazy?
Yes, he is crazy.
He has gone crazy for a long time.
He stared at her with gloomy eyes, his chest heaving, and took a sudden step forward. His bony hands slid down and tightly grasped her shoulders.
His fingertips almost dug into her skin.
"I'm crazy, I'm crazy about you!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
Shen Xingwan was caught off guard and trapped in his arms. Her nose was filled with the scent of his liquor, which was strong and hot, with a heavy sense of intoxication. Mixed with the smell of his body, it wrapped her tightly, making her suddenly a little breathless.
She immediately kicked and hit him with her hands and feet, struggling desperately to break free from his arms.
Wei Zilin turned a deaf ear to her and simply tightened his arms even more tightly to trap her even tighter.
It was as if this would embed her into his bones and blood, so that she would never escape.
Shen Xingwan was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes and her chest was boiling. She gritted her teeth and said, "Wei Zilin, are you crazy enough? Let me go!"
Wei Zilin did not let her go. Instead, he moved closer to her greedily, buried his head in her neck, and took a deep breath of her scent.
His fingertips tightly grasped her waist, like a drowning man who finally grabbed the only piece of driftwood, crazy and stubborn.
Suddenly, he murmured in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse, and slowly uttered: "...I know, you killed her."
Shen Xingwan's body stiffened instantly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes shook.
Her breathing suddenly stagnated, as if someone had strangled her throat and it suddenly tightened.
Wei Zilin felt the stiffness of the person in his arms and chuckled softly.
The voice was gentle, almost affectionate, with a broken and crazy lingering feeling. He stroked her back gently, as if coaxing her.
"Don't be afraid...I will still love you even if you kill her."
"No……"
"Wanwan... no matter who you kill, I will still love you."
His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was soaked in love.
His fingertips slowly slid towards her knuckles and gently clasped her hand. His grip was gentle but unyielding. He held her hand tighter and tighter until the base of her fingers ached.
Shen Xingwan was stunned for a long time, his heart was like a storm, and he seemed to have thousands of words churning out, but in the end he just condensed them into a sneer.
She slowly raised her head and looked up at the man in front of her.
There was a hint of mockery in her eyes, the corners of her lips slightly raised, her voice was cold, and she uttered a word slowly with contempt.
"...If I kill you, will you still love me?"
Wei Zilin's eyes trembled slightly.
He looked down at her, his dark eyes as deep as a bottomless abyss.
After a long silence, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.
That smile contained a hint of crazy stubbornness.
He spoke softly in a low, hoarse, lingering voice:
"……Love you."
The candlelight in the mourning hall flickered, the light and shadows floated, and the air was filled with the faint smell of burnt incense and candles.
Shen Xingwan's heart was pounding, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes were full of disgust.
She pushed Wei Zilin away fiercely, her voice trembling slightly, "But I don't love you!"
She didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore, so she pushed him away with all her strength and turned to run.
But before she could run two steps, her wrist was grabbed by a strong force and pulled back violently, with her back almost hitting Wei Zilin's hot chest.
Shen Xingwan was shocked and angry. She turned around and saw him holding her wrist tightly with such force that it seemed as if his grip was almost breaking her wrist bone.
Her fingertips clenched instantly, a fierce look flashed across her eyes, and she suddenly picked up the silver candlestick on the spiritual table and stabbed at Wei Zilin without hesitation!
The candle flame, which was about to burn out, fell to the ground crookedly, the candlelight was extinguished, and the sharp spikes on the candlestick flashed a cold light!
Wei Zilin clearly saw the sharp tip stabbing towards him. He could easily dodge it, but he did not move at all, not even frowning. He just stared at Shen Xingwan.
His dark eyes were filled with suppressed love surging wildly.
puff--
There was a dull sound as a sharp weapon broke through flesh, and blood instantly gushed out from his shoulder, soaking his plain clothes.
Shen Xingwan's breathing suddenly stagnated. She stared blankly at the candlestick in her hand, her heart trembling violently.
She really wanted to kill him, and she really stabbed him.
But he didn't react at all, not even frowning.
He stood there, straight and endured the blow, letting the hot blood gush out, staining his clothes red, and the area of the stain became larger and larger.
Shen Xingwan's fingers trembled slightly. Realizing that something was wrong, she suddenly tried to pull her hand back. However, at this moment Wei Zilin suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms!
He buried his head in her shoulder, hot blood flowing down her shoulder, staining her white sleeves red, and with a fishy-sweet scent, it seeped into her nose.
His arms were tightly wrapped around her slender waist with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush her completely in his arms and never let her go.
His voice was low and hoarse, and he breathed slowly into her ear with a tired smile.
"Now... do you believe it?"
He gently rubbed his forehead against her hair, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was enduring severe pain, but he stubbornly refused to let go, and slowly continued: "Even if you kill me, I still love you."
Shen Xingwan's heart suddenly shrank, and a surge of wild emotions rose in his heart.
She struggled, trying desperately to push him away, digging her nails deep into the back of his hand, and shouted excitedly: "Wei Zilin, you are crazy! You are really crazy! Let me go!"
She struggled hard, trying desperately to break free from his embrace, but he just laughed softly, his smile full of madness.
His chin pressed against her cheek, looking tired and unkempt, with a few green beards that slightly pricked her fair skin.
His voice was extremely gentle, whispering softly with a frightening attachment and paranoia.
"Wanwan... I just realized now that you are really cute... You are so beautiful when you are angry and anxious."
Shen Xingwan's face turned pale instantly.
She covered her ears tightly, refusing to listen to his crazy words. Her eyes were full of disgust, and she shouted angrily over and over again: "Let me go! Let me go!"
Her refusal seemed to have completely infuriated him.
Wei Zilin's eyes flashed, and he suddenly reached out and fiercely grasped her struggling wrists, holding her hands tightly in his palms. With his other hand, he tightly grasped her slender waist and pressed her body fiercely into his arms, leaving her no room to struggle!
His eyes were sinister, cold and sick.
He stared at Shen Xingwan, the smile on his lips was chilling, and he said slowly: "Wanwan, you killed my Crown Princess, you should at least compensate me, right?"
His voice was low and hoarse, and the last tone rose slowly, like a poisonous snake coiling around its prey, tightening the snare sinisterly.
"otherwise……"
He slowly moved closer to her ear, his lips almost touching her sensitive skin, and whispered hoarsely and tenderly: "I can't sleep alone... watching you and him being so loving and sweet, how can I... let you go?"
Shen Xingwan shuddered all over, and a bone-chilling chill ran down his spine.
Wei Zilin had a sick and crazy look on his face. He stared at her intently, his eyes filled with crazy obsession, like a trapped beast that was covered in wounds, desperately trying to drag her into the abyss with him!
In the mourning hall, candles flickered, white banners swayed gently, and the air was filled with the smell of burning incense and paper, which was eerie and depressing.
Shen Xingwan struggled and cried, trying desperately to pull her hands out of Wei Zilin's grasp.
But compared to Wei Zilin, her strength was like a gnat trying to shake a tree, and she couldn't shake him at all.
She dug her nails into the back of his hand, trying to force him to let go, but Wei Zilin seemed to feel no pain and still held her stubbornly, not giving her any chance to break free.
"Wei Zilin! Let me go!"
Shen Xingwan's crying gradually became hoarse, and fear and anger surged in her heart.
She struggled desperately, but his grip on her slender wrists made her unable to break free. Instead, her violent struggle left red marks on her wrists, and her skin was almost broken.
Wei Zilin's eyes were deep and dark as ink, and he stared at her with an increasingly irritated look, filled with an extremely suppressed madness.
Her crying, struggling, and roaring were all like a raging fire, burning his sanity, making him more and more unbearable and more and more unwilling to let go.
She refused to obey.
She only felt disgust towards him and desperately wanted to escape from him!
Why?
Why would she rather flatter Yan Jinghuan than look at him again? !
Wei Zilin's eyes suddenly turned cold, anger mixed with madness churning in his chest. He was finally completely annoyed by her. A fierce force surged in his heart, and he suddenly exerted force and pushed her to the ground!
Bang!
Shen Xingwan fell heavily to the cold ground and let out a low cry unexpectedly, but at the moment she fell to the ground, Wei Zilin suddenly stretched out a hand and placed it tightly under the back of her head, blocking the heavy blow for her!
The back of his hand pressed against the cold ground, veins bulged, and his fingertips even trembled and turned white from excessive force.
Shen Xingwan was pinned to the ground by him, her heart pounding wildly, her eyes filled with shock and anger.
She kicked and hit Wei Zilin fiercely, her breathing was rapid, tears blurred her vision, and she gritted her teeth and shouted: "Wei Zilin, you are crazy! What are you going to do?!"
Wei Zilin stared down at her with a sinister look.
He leaned closer, his wide sleeves hanging down, his gloomy eyes locked tightly on her face, his voice so low and hoarse that it seemed to be crushed out from deep in his chest.
"Don't you want to?"
He stared at her closely, with extremely suppressed emotions surging in his eyes, and ruthlessly tore open her collar, like a storm that had been brewing for a long time, finally completely out of control at this moment!
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