Chapter 204 Almost Died
Fei Ling didn't utter a sound; apart from her face turning deathly pale, she seemed to feel no pain whatsoever.
The sweet smile on her lips remained unchanged as she slowly closed her arms, bringing them closer together.
His nose lightly brushed against hers, his soft voice like a cloud soaked in water, sounding as aggrieved as a little puppy.
"Wanwan, I just missed you so much, I wanted to please you, I wanted you to think of me every day, and I was afraid that my brothers wouldn't accept me. Why did you stop just now? It's okay, I'm not in pain, you don't need to feel bad."
"How about I wear them for you from now on?"
"I was wrong, please forgive me."
He could tell at a glance that Jiang Xianwan was just trying to scare him.
That subconscious pause startled him, made him incredulous, as if a jar of honey had been spilled on his heart, making him feel so sweet that he almost went crazy.
Wanwan couldn't bear to hurt him!
Furthermore, the saying goes, "Spare the rod and spoil the child." If someone hits or scolds him every night, it must be because they care about him!
Otherwise, why doesn't she scold others?
Jiang Xianwan was still in a daze.
Whether it was utter speechlessness or the burning intensity of the candlelight flickering in Fei Ling's eyes, it was hard to tell.
She watched as the bone hairpin sank inch by inch into Fei Ling's heart, while the latter's brows and eyes remained extremely relaxed, shimmering with light and shadow, and the corners of her eyes also folded slightly.
Those smiling eyes blended with the curve of her lips, captivating the very soul.
Like a jade mountain about to collapse or spring waters suddenly breaking, Fei Ling's shoulders were trembling slightly.
The frequency of her heartbeat was clearly transmitted to Jiang Xianwan's hand through the bone hairpin.
She even felt her fingers going numb with the frequency of the tremors.
Her body went limp, and her chin rested on Fei Ling's shoulder, but the hand holding the bone hairpin remained as steady as a rock.
Sticky blood soaked their snow-white and red clothes without restraint, but Fei Ling still held her close, showing no intention of backing away, his arms slowly closing around her.
Jiang Xianwan could almost hear the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh. She couldn't pull out the hairpin between them, and her thoughts were completely extinguished by the stubbornness in his eyes, like a moth drawn to a flame.
She lowered her gaze, a rare occurrence, and let him hold her.
Xiao Zi was stunned.
Let's not even talk about how Jiang Xianwan, that crazy woman, actually softened her heart.
It was originally worried that Jiang Xianwan would suffer at the hands of this little devil, and planned to take advantage of Fei Ling's unpreparedness to launch a sneak attack and slap him on the head.
But clearly, this lecherous man... he'd be happy to kill himself for Jiang Xianwan's beauty!
Damn... something's wrong with you.
Hang it up.
There's no way to salvage it.
Fei Ling was still laughing, her eyes filled with dazzling, shimmering stars, shaking violently.
Jiang Xianwan felt a chill run down her spine from the laughter, and a sense of powerlessness as if she were hitting cotton.
In all her years, she had never seen such a crazy, self-deceptive love-obsessed person.
This shows just how crazy Fei Ling is.
Jiang Xianwan rarely showed signs of helplessness and frustration. Looking down at the blood on her hands, she gritted her teeth and said, "Are you crazy! Let go."
Fei Ling was completely oblivious to the blood seeping from her chest. A shallow dimple appeared on the corner of her lips, as if they were filled with intoxicating poison. However, a layer of cold sweat had unknowingly seeped out from her temples.
He carefully wiped the hot sweat from Jiang Xianwan's face with his snow-white sleeve, as if he wasn't the one about to be stabbed to death.
Her voice was still coquettish, yet it gave the illusion of forced restraint, and her breath trembled and became disordered.
"Wanwan, are you feeling sorry for me? You left your brother and went through all that trouble to find me in the Demon Realm because you missed me, right?"
"I know, it must be true."
"I'm so happy."
"I'm so happy..."
He had never missed anyone like this before, and he felt that these short days and nights were drying him up.
He watched the setting sun slowly slant, watched the morning stars fade away, watched time slowly flow by in his eyes, endlessly repeating, leaving only wrinkles behind.
He still wanted to go to the Demon Realm to find Jiang Xianwan, even though the uncouth fox treated him badly.
Jiang Xianwan was stunned, her mind blank for a moment.
Her eyes suddenly lowered, her voice numb, "What did you say?"
Then, his eyes rolled with difficulty as he looked around, his voice trembling slightly.
"This is... the Demon Realm?"
She then noticed that there was a thick and strange aura in the air.
A chilling wind howled, as if countless vengeful spirits were growling in my ears, and a coldness quickly condensed on my exposed skin, as if it wanted to penetrate into my bones.
Because the red robe she was wearing was a high-class monastic garment, she did not immediately notice the overly eerie surroundings.
She actually came to Fei Ling's... lair?
Did he just deliver himself to their doorstep?
Jiang Xianwan broke out in a sweat again, this time it was cold sweat.
"It's the Demon Realm."
Fei Ling abandoned her sleeves and happily rubbed the beads of sweat on her cheeks with the tip of her nose, finding joy in the act.
"I sensed you were coming, and I was so anxious that I didn't even have time to tie my hair up."
Jiang Xianwan... died suddenly.
The last glimmer of hope was ruthlessly shattered.
She not only fell into Fei Ling's hands, but also into his den of evil.
She looks like she's longing for a man again.
Does she have any chance of survival?
Fei Ling discreetly observed her reaction. A faint blush spread across her fair cheeks, and her rosy lips moved swiftly and almost imperceptibly, as if they were casually brushing against the corner of her eye.
Deep within his pupils, however, ripples of intense emotion gradually spread, accompanied by a near-hysterical joy.
"It doesn't matter if you didn't want to come. Heaven must know I missed you, so it sent you here."
"Wanwan, let's go home now, okay?"
Jiang Xianwan was kissed and instinctively leaned back to avoid it. Before she could speak, Fei Ling's breath hitched, and a very short, low, almost vibrating groan escaped between her teeth.
He suddenly tensed up, his entire shoulders and back stiffening like cast iron. He used a little force in his forearms, unable to resist, and tightened his grip on her waist.
The release of his extremely suppressed emotions caused the color in his eyes to suddenly become as dark and unyielding as ink.
When he spoke again, his broken, trembling voice became incredibly strained, like gravel rolling across a dry riverbed, carrying a heart-pounding sense of oppression and a dangerous atmosphere on the verge of spiraling out of control.
He managed to utter two words with difficulty.
"Wanwan..."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
All right.
She only realized it belatedly.
Fei Ling actually...
And it was quite a grand affair...
It leaves no way for anyone to survive...
Realizing what was happening, Jiang Xianwan froze, cold sweat pouring down his face, and he truly dared not move.
Unexpectedly, he was able to stand up even under these circumstances.
She pursed her lips, turned her face away, and tried her best to ignore the turbulent undercurrents. She straightened her back slightly, pretending to be calm, and tried to get out of his embrace to pull out the hairpin.
"Shut up!"
This bone hairpin was a small piece of demonic bone that Fei Ling had refined with his own blood essence, making it the perfect weapon to injure him.
Instead, he deliberately hurt himself, stabbing himself deeply and accurately.
However, Fei Ling remained unmoved, his arms encircling her waist, enough to diminish her slight strength.
He pitifully wiped the sweat from his forehead onto her neck, his thin lips parted slightly, and his rapid breathing gradually became erratic.
Every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from a burning chest.
"Wanwan, really... I'm going to die..."
"I can't control myself..."
"I'm dying..."
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