Chapter 17 Drawing a Circle on the Ground to Imprison the Moonlight (Part 7) She really overestimated it...
A rare, almost imperceptible blush crossed his usually stern face.
His slender fingers cautiously reached towards his waist, trying to untie the jade-like wrists that were wrapped around him.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch her wrist, the sleeping girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, as fragile as butterfly wings. Her cherry lips parted slightly, letting out a sleepy murmur:
"Don't go..."
The soft voice carried a hazy dependence, like willow branches in early spring gently brushing against the frozen lake surface.
Chu Huaili's gesture of withdrawing suddenly froze in mid-air.
Looking at the unguarded sleeping face in his arms, his deep eyes surged with complex and difficult emotions.
After a moment of silence, he did not forcefully push her away. Instead, he gently gathered her loose clothes and tied them back together, concealing the alluring beauty that stirred his heart.
Then he pulled over a brocade quilt from the side and carefully covered her up, tucking her shoulders in tightly.
Just as he was about to leave quietly, the person beside him murmured again, this time with a clear sorrow and pleading:
"Qingyuan...don't leave me..."
Chu Huaili's movement of getting up came to a complete halt.
He looked down at the person whose brows were still furrowed even in his sleep. The word "Qingyuan" was like a tiny ice spike, precisely piercing a hidden corner of his heart, bringing a sharp and unfamiliar pain.
The barely perceptible tenderness in his eyes froze instantly, replaced by the usual unfathomable depths and cold indifference.
An indescribable irritability and anger surged within my chest like an undercurrent.
He gazed at the beautiful face so close to his, still lost in a dream, and suddenly leaned closer, their noses almost touching. His hot breath brushed against her skin, but his voice remained as cold and hard as ever, carrying an unmistakable warning:
"Look closely, who am I!"
The deep, oppressive voice finally pulled Ye Yixiang back from the edge of her chaotic dream.
Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she groggily opened her eyes.
Before her vision was fully clear, she could only see a familiar, well-defined male figure close at hand, carrying the scent she relied on most in her memory.
Instinctively, as she had done countless times before, she raised her soft arm and affectionately hooked it around his neck, pressing her flushed cheek against his cool neck, her voice languid and dependent as she softly called out:
"My husband..."
As she raised her arm, the brocade quilt he had just carefully covered her with slipped off, revealing once again her disheveled clothes and a patch of snow-white, smooth skin. The undulating curves were faintly visible in the dim morning light, carrying a breathtaking allure.
Chu Huaili's expression suddenly turned even colder, and a terrifying storm instantly gathered in his eyes.
He raised his hand, with an irresistible force, and pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to lift her face to meet his cold, sharp gaze. His voice was as cold as ice:
"Ye Yixiang, look carefully!"
The slight pain in her chin and that icy, chilling tone were like a bucket of ice water poured over her head, instantly dispelling the lingering drowsiness and confusion in Ye Yixiang's mind.
Her long eyelashes snapped open, her gaze focusing completely—before her stood Chu Huaili's handsome yet frosty face, his deep eyes fixed on her, churning with anger she couldn't decipher and some kind of...dangerous undercurrent.
My whole body suddenly stiffened!
The arm that was hooked around his neck recoiled as if burned! She instinctively wanted to escape, bracing herself on the soft mattress and shrinking back to the foot of the bed in a panic.
"Chu Huai... um..."
She had barely stepped back a little, and before she could even utter a complete address, a large, burning hand suddenly grabbed the back of her neck!
The force was so great that she couldn't move an inch.
Before me was his suddenly magnified handsome face, radiating a destructive aura, pressing down fiercely!
My lips were instantly covered by an unfamiliar, intensely aggressive masculine scent!
That wasn't the gentle, tender touch she remembered; instead, it was a scalding, scalding sucking, almost biting, filled with endless anger and some kind of out-of-control power. It domineeringly stole her breath and all her ability to think.
His reason seemed to have been completely dispelled the moment he realized she had mistaken him for someone else, by a madness mixed with anger, jealousy, and intense possessiveness.
The struggles and resistance of the soft body beneath him did not bring him to his senses; instead, they further aroused his undeniable predatory nature.
Ye Yixiang's wrists were slender, and he easily and firmly grasped them with just one hand, pinning them behind her back above her head and pressing them against the soft bed.
His tall frame completely enveloped her, his other hand still gripping the back of her neck, leaving her no room to flinch.
He then deepened the punishing kiss, his burning lips and tongue pressing down on her soft lips with undeniable force.
The moment she parted her lips in surprise, his fiery tongue plunged in, forcefully entwining with her soft tongue that had nowhere to escape, almost greedily plundering every inch of the sweetness between her lips and teeth.
"Ugh... let... go..."
Her protests were completely swallowed up by him. The air around her nose and between her lips was filled with the dangerous, cool scent of him, tinged with a metallic rust. This scent was all-pervasive, threatening to erode her reason as well.
She bent her legs in an attempt to resist, but he, as if anticipating her move, firmly held them down with his knee.
The force he applied was just right, suppressing her struggles without actually hurting her. She was completely trapped in the space beneath him, unable to move, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, each flap of its wings only tightening the entanglement.
Just as she felt she was about to suffocate, and white light began to appear before her eyes, her consciousness teetering on the edge of oxygen deprivation, Chu Huaili finally moved his lips away as if to bestow a favor.
In her haste, she bit his lower lip, drawing blood that added to his wicked charm.
Ye Yixiang gasped for breath beneath him, her chest heaving with each rapid breath, her curves fully revealed beneath her thin clothing. Her cheeks, flushed with a captivating crimson from the earlier lack of oxygen and the surging shame and indignation, spread all the way to behind her ears. Her usually calm, clear eyes were now veiled with a layer of humiliated and bewildered tears.
“Now,” he pressed his burning lips against her sensitive ear, his breath scorching, his voice low and husky, asking with a mix of threat and seduction, “Do you see who I am now?!”
Ye Yixiang finally felt herself pull back a sliver of reason from that suffocating despair and infatuation.
She suppressed the sob in her throat and the trembling in her body, meeting his deep, piercing gaze. Her voice was slightly breathless, yet unusually cold:
"Even if General Chu doesn't care about the Lu family's reputation, he should at least consider whether this is how you 'thank' someone for saving your life?"
"Ha!" Chu Huaili scoffed, his laughter filled with mockery and icy coldness. "The Lu family? Face?"
His fingers tightened slightly as he gripped her chin. "Didn't you keep saying you wanted to investigate Lu Qingyuan's wrongful conviction? What? You can't even bear this little bit of 'grievance,' yet you still dare to dream of overturning the case?"
"Or do you think that because of that so-called 'life-saving grace,' I should treat you with utmost courtesy and respect, treat you as an honored guest, and grant you every request?" He deliberately misinterpreted her meaning, his tone harsh.
She actually dared to bring up the Lu family to threaten him at a time like this!
She really overestimated the spineless Lu family! Even if he had forced himself on her today, which member of the Lu family would dare to accuse him of "violating human ethics"?
He had seen what she was like in front of Lu Qingyuan—a scene he had accidentally witnessed at a palace banquet, an image that had been etched into his heart ever since.
Under the warm spring sun, the pear blossoms are as white as snow.
She held a handkerchief, tiptoed, and gently wiped the thin layer of sweat from Lu Qingyuan's forehead. Her eyebrows curved, and the light in her eyes was more captivating than the shimmering water in a pond.
She would softly call him "husband," feeding him peeled fruit. If her fingertips accidentally touched his lips, she would quickly pull them back, her cheeks flushing red like drunken peach blossoms.
Lu Qingyuan looked at her with a smile, his gaze so tender it could melt hearts. Occasionally, he would raise his hand and very naturally tidy up her wind-blown hair.
She seemed to be soaked in honey at that time, even the ends of her hair exuded dependence and joy, she looked completely relaxed and pampered.
At this moment, beneath him, her clothes were disheveled, her black hair disheveled, and her eyes held only panic, resistance, and a hint of disgust she desperately tried to conceal. It was as if he were some monstrous beast that had defiled her purity.
Clearly... clearly, if only she were willing to give him a gentle, even if only fake, smile, and soften her voice to beg him, just like she did with Lu Qingyuan.
Perhaps... perhaps he can regain his damn rationality and let her go.
But she didn't.
She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, her eyes, once filled with stars but now only filled with fear and stubbornness, glaring at him as if he were her mortal enemy.
This stark contrast was like a poisoned dagger, stabbing fiercely into Chu Huaili's heart and cruelly twisting it a few times.
A surge of anger, a mixture of jealousy, resentment, and a sense of utter denial, surged through his chest like magma, threatening to burn away his proud self-control.
He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against her ear, his voice terribly hoarse, carrying an almost cruel expectation and seduction: "Beg me... like you did for him..."
Just a kind word, even if it's not sincere.
Ye Yixiang was frightened by the terrifying emotions churning in his eyes, but she turned her head even more forcefully, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, "Don't even think about it!"
"I am your elder sister-in-law, General. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?" She turned her head sharply, her eyes flashing with tears of humiliation and anger, yet she stubbornly held them back. These words were almost squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a resolute determination to destroy everything.
"Eldest sister-in-law?"
Chu Huaili repeated the two words in a low, hoarse voice, a cold sneer escaping from his throat, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.
His arms tightened around her waist suddenly, the force almost crushing her in his embrace, forcing her to tilt her head back and meet his eyes, which burned brightly in the darkness, churning with complex emotions.
He suddenly lowered his head, his high, straight nose almost brushing against her delicate cheek, his thin lips barely touching the edge of her sensitive earlobe. His hot breath, carrying an undeniable force, sprayed onto her skin, arousing a slight shiver.
In a deep, resolute voice, audible only to the two of them, and even carrying a kind of long-suppressed, finally emerging obsession, he proclaimed, word by word, as if branding himself upon the speaker:
"You are mine."
"Ye Yixiang, you were always mine."
"What?" She was completely stunned by his abrupt yet resolute declaration, her mind went blank, and she even temporarily forgot about her struggle and humiliation.
She didn't hear him at all the following, almost broken, low murmur: "From a long time ago..."
A strange, bone-chilling cold, accompanied by the undeniable possessiveness in his words, surged from the deepest part of her heart and instantly swept through her entire body.
She was about to ask him what he meant by his sudden, almost insane words, but Chu Huaili didn't give her any chance.
Those lips, burning hot with an almost predatory resolve, pressed down on mine once more, undeniably and fiercely.
Unlike the previous roughness, this kiss was deeper, heavier, and carried a surging desire as if to devour her whole.
His tongue forcefully pried open her slightly parted lips in surprise, penetrating deep within them with irresistible force, sealing away all her unspoken questions, even her breath, in this deeper, more suffocating intertwining of lips and teeth.
Ye Yixiang felt her oxygen being rapidly depleted, and her consciousness began to blur. The only thing that remained clear was the burning sensation on her lips and the feeling of being completely enveloped by his domineering aura, with nowhere to escape.
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