A sinful kiss, burning with desire, swept away his reason.
Yan Zhuoxu pressed down on the back of her neck, as if he wanted to pour all his obsessions into her body, his lips and teeth entwined with hers, kissing her intimately amidst the shattered and collapsing world.
The bloodstains on their faces mingled together the moment they touched.
The metallic stench mingled with her sweet, cloying fragrance, igniting a scorching flame that seared his body and soul.
Aspiring to flourish.
But nothing is more real than this.
She rekindled his faith.
Yan Zhuoxu lifted his eyelids and, in the instant she whimpered softly, saw her half-closed, misty eyes.
She glanced at him lightly.
But even his soul collapsed and fell.
From then on, he would worship her as his only god.
An irreplaceable deity.
"Your Highness..." Shen Zhiyi's fingertips were still trembling, "Not here..."
Yan Zhuoxu glanced at the man in black on the ground, scooped him up with his large hand, and strode into Shen Zhiyi's meditation room.
He kicked the door open and then closed it again.
"Don't be afraid..." He pressed her against the door frame and kissed her tenderly, "From now on, I'll always be by your side."
"Only by your side."
Shen Zhiyi's tears fell.
He kissed them all away.
Shuofeng rushed over and bowed his head in apology outside the door.
"Your Highness, I am late in protecting Your Majesty! Please forgive me!"
A cold, deep voice came from inside the room.
"Seal off the Buddhist temple, give it to me!"
He will not let any of those who killed or harmed her go unpunished!
Yan Zhuoxu held Shen Zhiyi in his arms, pressed the back of her head, and planted a precious kiss on the top of her head.
He gently stroked her trembling back as if to comfort her.
Shuofeng stood outside the door, stunned.
Your Highness, you refer to yourself as...I?
His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately came to his senses, cupping his hands in greeting and saying, "Yes!"
"Your subordinates will clean up the courtyard and conduct a thorough investigation!"
He looked at the unconscious Shen Bi not far away, went over, picked her up, and placed her in another uninhabited meditation room.
Then he stepped out and sent a signal smoke into the air.
The long-silent guards stirred like newly revived plants, arriving at the sound of the news.
...
inside the house.
Yan Zhuoxu held Shen Zhiyi in his arms, placed her on the couch, and took a damp silk handkerchief to gently wipe away the bloodstains on her face.
Until that trembling little face regained its fair and radiant appearance.
He also washed the blood off his face.
He cupped her face in his hands and asked her in a low, gentle voice, "Are you still afraid?"
Shen Zhiyi raised her tear-streaked eyelashes.
After a long while, he nodded gently.
"Your Highness..." she gently tugged at his sleeve, "Am I really that useless?"
"How could that be?" Yan Zhuoxu grasped her hand. "It's because he was too close to you."
"A face with such a horrifying appearance would frighten anyone."
He slowly tightened his knuckles, holding her hand in his palm. "Do you know what the best way to dispel fear is?"
Shen Zhiyi looked at him and shook her head.
Yan Zhuoxu's dark eyes seemed to hold a storm, his undisguised gaze of desire completely enveloping her.
He leaned down and whispered, "That means replacing everything you saw with another unforgettable memory."
"From now on, when you think of tonight, you will only remember me."
He moved closer, almost pressing his lips to hers, "Shen Zhiyi, will you be my Crown Princess?"
Shen Zhiyi's eyes widened in shock, "Your Highness..."
"You're willing... to leave the monastic life?"
Yan Zhuoxu pinched her chin, his fingertips slowly tracing her soft cheek, and said in a hoarse voice, "You haven't answered yet, are you willing or not?"
Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.
She nodded emphatically.
"Yes, I do..."
A passionate kiss fell upon them in that instant.
A sealed promise.
"Then beg me." He released her lips, but his thumb massaged and caressed her lips.
Shen Zhiyi grabbed his collar and pleaded softly.
"Your Highness...please help me..."
"Help……"
At this moment, Yan Zhuoxu burned and fell for his god.
His eyes were dark and deep.
Without any further hesitation, he untied his blood-stained outer robe.
It was thrown on the ground.
Then, he loosened her belt, pressed his body down, and covered his newfound faith with it…
"Open your lips and kiss me."
He gave orders in a domineering manner.
Shen Zhiyi lay on the couch, her eyelids trembling as she opened them. She saw him lying on top of her, his gaze lowered, like a god on fire, burning in the Buddhist temple.
At that moment, she realized it with absolute clarity.
She grabbed him.
Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes and opened her lips.
He let that fiery tongue invade her mouth, entwining itself around her without any restraint...
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A note from the author:
Let's gather everyone's thoughts on the new world in advance. Just leave a comment on the one you like; this will give you a clearer idea of the number of comments.
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