Zhuidamu lowered his head and kissed An Shangning hard and deeply, kissing every inch of her skin.
The vivid and passionate touch, the skin so unlike the rough skin of a barbarian woman, the softness, stimulated every sense of Zhuidamu.
An Shangning closed her eyes, a tear sliding down her cheek, icy cold, just like her heart, which was growing colder and colder.
"Tear—"
Until the lower part of the skirt was also torn to shreds.
An Shangning gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound. She could clearly feel the unfamiliar touch, but she just stared at the top of the tent, expressionless.
"After you're done, remember to let my sister and my people go."
She said, calm and cold, devoid of any warmth, as if she had suddenly stripped away all the bloody flames and ambiguity within the tent.
Just as Chui Damu was about to tear off the last pair of panties, he suddenly stopped. Looking at the petite woman beneath him, the raging blood seemed to recede little by little. He slowly fixed his gaze on An Shangning. Her delicate chin was clenched into a straight line, and her beautiful eyes had lost their luster, filled only with endless hatred, so vivid.
The marks he had made so roughly were still striking at his heart.
Countless women had died beneath him, but he felt tenderness and affection only for her.
Even though he was feeling extremely uncomfortable from the swelling, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
That tear stung his eyes so intensely.
His rough, large hand suddenly pulled up the blanket beside him and slowly, very slowly, covered An Shangning with it.
"How about I send someone to find Xie Lingqin right now?"
Zhuidamu said that he compromised, which made An Shangning's heart, which seemed to have turned to ashes, jump and turn his head slightly to look at him.
He stood there, his face cold and resolute in the dim light inside the tent, as if waiting for her forgiveness.
"I won't hurt your sister, or anyone else, so don't worry."
After saying this, Zhuidamu stepped forward and gently tidied An Shangning's disheveled hair, then straightened his own clothes before leaving the tent.
...
As the world changes, news of the extremely cold lands quickly reached the ears of Emperor Beirong in great detail.
Xie Lingqin is dead?
He just died like that?
He didn't believe it.
"Guards, immediately convey my decree to Qi Rufeng: even if Xie Lingqin has been devoured by wild beasts and only a bone remains, I still want to see her."
"yes."
...
At this moment, Qi Rufeng's path was blocked by Yuwen An.
"It's been so many years, so long since I've felt this way about killing someone." Yuwen An looked at Qi Rufeng, his palm now still, devoid of wind.
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