Chapter 48 He Wants to Force Her
When I woke up again, the strong smell of angelica made my temples swell.
Chu Yangyang touched the bruise on the back of her neck and propped herself up. Miao Yun fainted on the bamboo couch covered with mugwort.
The skylight filtering in through the diamond-shaped window was tinged with twilight. Familiar celadon medicine jars were piled at the base of the wall, and an iron door was locked with a huge lock.
Chu Yangyang looked around. This place looked like a dark room in a drug store.
The iron door of the dark room suddenly creaked, and she hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
The sound of soap boots grinding over herbs stopped beside Chu Yangyang, and the fingertips with thin calluses hovered above her throat and trembled.
The aroma of fresh medicine was mixed with the smell of fresh blood.
Chu Yangyang was very familiar with this smell.
In the end, she couldn't help but open her eyes. When she looked up, she saw that the wound on his left arm had broken open again, and the blood stains formed a dark plum on the plain cloth.
"Luo Xifeng, what do you want to do?"
Luo Xifeng's fingers that were hanging around her throat suddenly retracted, but the strength was abnormally weak.
His pale face was flushed abnormally, and his usually clear voice was hoarse as if soaked in blood. "Chu Yangyang, considering that you cut off my flesh to detoxify me, I will give you a choice of how to die. Do you want to die with your heart torn to pieces, or to be hanged by the neck with a white silk scarf?"
Chu Yangyang was pinched so hard that her head tilted back, and the back of her head hit the medicine cabinet with a dull thud. She looked at him in horror.
That's not right. Doesn't she still have a month before she is killed?
Three days ago, he looked so reluctant to see her get hurt, so why did Luo Xifeng suddenly go crazy?
She stared at his violently trembling eyelashes and found that his pupils were dilated, which was clearly a sign that the poison had taken effect again.
Chu Yangyang didn't answer his question, but squeezed out a sound through her teeth with difficulty, "Didn't you drink the blood I gave you?"
She touched his hot wrist with her fingertips, trying to awaken a little bit of his reason.
She felt his pulse as turbulent as a rainstorm hitting a withered lotus leaf, and his face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that this attack of the poison was several times more dangerous than the last one.
Luo Xifeng shook her hand away in disgust and growled, "Don't touch me with your dirty hands!"
He suddenly let go and threw her against the medicine cabinet, and the celadon jar shattered to the ground.
He leaned against the cabinet door and breathed rapidly, cold sweat dripping down his chin onto her collar.
After a pause, he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with devilish gloom.
He grabbed her wrist with one hand, and with his other hand came a dagger from nowhere.
The blade flashed silver and suddenly cut into the delicate skin on her wrist. Chu Yangyang heard the slight sound of her bones trembling.
Luo Xifeng pressed his hot lips against the wound, and she could clearly feel the vibration of his teeth piercing her blood vessels, like a dying animal licking the flesh it had longed for.
The thunder outside the window split the rain curtain, illuminating the fleeting fierceness in his eyes.
"Luo Xifeng, let me go!" She curled up her knees in pain and pushed against his lower body, but he grabbed her calf and pressed it on the medicine grinder.
Blood flowed down his jaw into his collar and spread out on his white lapel. The scarlet on his lips made his face look even paler.
She stared at him intently.
His dilated pupils reflected her terrified face. His right hand mechanically grabbed her wrist and brought it to his mouth, "So that you can be a useful person before you die."
Chu Yangyang caught the key words in the severe pain and was about to ask questions when he suddenly groaned and loosened his grip.
The blood-stained dagger fell to the ground with a clang. He slid down to the ground with his whole body pressing down on her, his burning forehead trembling against her collarbone. "Mother, Father, Feng'er has finally found the murderer for you. I will definitely avenge you..."
Chu Yangyang covered the wound on her wrist tightly with one hand and looked at Luo Xifeng tremblingly, "Who is the murderer you are talking about?"
She had an inexplicable feeling of foreboding.
The paleness on Luo Xifeng's lips gradually faded, and his face turned flushed due to the rushing blood.
He wiped the blood from the edge of his lips with his fingertips, and the scarlet color made his face look even more eerie. "Murderer?"
His eyes suddenly changed, like a leopard that pounces upon its prey.
He suddenly grabbed her by the throat and pushed her to the ground, pressing his large body on top of her.
Chu Yangyang's head hit the blue bricks, and severe pain mixed with the smell of blood rushed to her throat. She felt his palm was as hot as a branding iron, making the air around her nostrils thinner and thinner.
She looked at his red eyes and suddenly realized that it was not hatred, but the despair of a trapped beast. The hand that was pinching her neck was clearly shaking.
"Chu Yangyang, you hate me, humiliate me, and force me, but why are you suddenly pretending to be nice to me?" He leaned in closer, and drops of water from the ends of his hair dripped onto her collarbone. "You should have continued your brutality so that I could kill you right now."
The thunder split the roof vents, illuminating his red eyebrows and eyes.
Chu Yangyang's pupils trembled slightly, she gasped for breath, and struggled to squeeze out the words from her throat, "You...don't kill me."
"Are you scared now?" He increased the strength in his palm and chuckled, "Chu Yangyang, I wonder if your father, when he killed over a hundred people in my Luo family, ever thought that his most precious daughter would be crushed under his enemy and ravaged? That her body would be torn to pieces?"
He seemed to think of something and suddenly let go of the hand that was strangling her throat.
He suddenly reached out and tore open her bloodstained collar, and she instinctively put her hands up to block it.
The moonlight passed over the twisted bandage knot on her wrist. The trembling eyelashes when she cut her blood that day overlapped with the terrified eyes at this moment, which was more burning than the blood in the room.
"Don't you love to rob and plunder?" His voice was gritty and bitter, his palm pressed against the beating pulse at the side of her neck. "Tonight I will teach you what true humiliation is."
The sound of brocade tearing mixed with the sound of thunder.
The dim light of the rainy night made her shoulders shine like cold jade. Chu Yangyang's pupils suddenly shrank and she curled up backwards. Her bare back hit the raised copper rings of the medicine cabinet, and she flapped her remaining wings in vain like a crane with its wings wet by the heavy rain.
"Luo Xifeng, calm down!"
She put her hands in front of her chest, trying her best to resist him, kicking her legs wildly, but was completely suppressed by his absolute strength.
Luo Xifeng's bloody fingertips tore open the hem of her pomegranate-colored skirt, and his lips and teeth bit her collarbone with uncontrollable force. The blood between his lips mixed with her trembling body temperature, and he did not stop even when his tongue tasted the sweet and fishy taste of her skin.
Chu Yangyang struggled hard but it was useless. She was trapped under him, and his rough movements showed no mercy at all.
She yelled at the top of her lungs, "Luo Xifeng, what on earth happened? Can you please stop going crazy?"
He seemed not to have heard her words at all. His hot hand suddenly reached under her skirt. The skin of her thigh trembled when it touched his hot palm.
"Luo Xifeng, no! Don't do this!"
Chu Yangyang wanted to hide, but he had her under his control no matter what.
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