1122 I Havent Lost My Virginity (1/2)

She was about to kiss him, but ended up not kissing him.

She said he would be disgusted by her filthiness, so she would never kiss his lips, ever.

Xuan Ying lifted his hand, placing his finger on her lip as he rubbed them forcefully, watching all color drain from her lips. Moving his lips, he spat out, ”At least you have some self-awareness!”

With her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, Feng Lingxue continued to unbuckle his belt. ”Thank you Silver Mask King for the compliment.”

The two who were so in love with each other behaved just like strangers today. The atmosphere in the limousine turned stifling, the temperature plummeting to an icy cold. It was difficult to even breathe.

As he held the willowy figure in his arms, Xuan Ying's face was indecipherable, seeing her delicate, radiant skin in front of him. He was reminded of three years ago, when she was about to turn 18 years old.

The top social escort of Ah Jiao's Room was turning 18 soon. The news spread like wildfire and all the wealthy magnates all set their eyes on her. They were all prepared to bid for Feng Lingxue's virginity.

Feng Lingxue was going to have her first man on the day of her coming of age ceremony.

Everyone was waiting for the grand event.

That night, he sat with her on the rooftop. ”Ling'er, I'll take you with me three days later, on your 18th birthday.”

She nodded vehemently, flying into his arms. ”Brother Ying, I've been waiting for you to tell me this for a very long time.”

After saying that, she held his face, kissing his lips.

It was their first time.

And also their only time.

On the day of her 18th birthday, a life-changing event happened, transforming their destinies. With the recollection of that day, Xuan Ying's inky eyes turned bloodshot and vicious. He reached his arm over to pull off her underwear.

But Feng Lingxue quickly pressed his hand. It was a sign of rejection and a dark grimace erupted onto Xuan Ying's face. He waved his arm, causing her body to fall onto the seat.

Kneeling on one knee beside her, he bent over, biting on her delicate shoulder.

Hiss.

Feng Lingxue's face contorted in pain, his sharp fangs piercing through her skin, biting deep into her flesh. She clutched at the seat tightly, taking in huge gasps of air. In that instant, Xuan Ying could taste the stench of blood. He lifted the corners of his lips into a wry smile, whispering in her ear, ”Feng Lingxue, you should count yourself lucky that I'm still interested in your body now. You'd better behave well, if not, I'll really… ruin you one day.”

His deep and hoarse voice was just like an evil soul that refused to stop haunting her. It made one shudder just hearing it. And at that moment, she really wasn't going to doubt his words.

He really was going to ruin her.

Xuan Ying's kiss traveled downwards from her shoulder. As she lay on the seat, her long silky hair draped over her back. With her hourglass figure, those curves extending from her back till her hips and the scene of her leaping into the air as she did all those beautiful moves just now, it really was alluring.

What was youth? For him, his entire youth consisted of her, she appeared in countless dreams of his at night, leaving him to greet the morning with wet pants.

He really wanted to have her.

Of course he was still interested in her body.

”Silver Mask King, you should reconsider. I can serve you using many other ways, my body is filthy, why would you even want to sleep with me?” Feng Lingxue tried her last defense.

She didn't want to have sex with him. No woman would ever agree to having sex under such circumstances. His chauffeur was still at the front of the limousine, he wanted to perform a live erotic show.

”I don't mind, you're just a tool for me to vent my sexual desires on.”

Tool? So she had become a lowly tool now.

Feng Lingxue buried her face in the seat when she suddenly felt something heavy on her body. He pressed himself against her.