Chapter 1153 - Don’t Touch Me! (1/2)

The moment Xuan Ying returned, he dashed immediately to her room in the middle of the night.

Feng Lingxue’s heart tightened as she raised her eyes and looked at the man by the door. He had already handed over his coat to the maid when he came back and now he was wearing a black V-neck T-shirt with a black bullet-proof vest on the outside. The form-fitting bullet-proof vest accentuated his perfectly trim figure.

His wispy fringe covered his black eyes and he stood by the door, staring at her quietly.

Feng Lingxue wrapped her arms around herself subconsciously and stepped backwards.

The man entered and kicked the door closed.

As the man approached her, his black army boots clicked against the floor and his right palm was positioned on his black leather belt around his waist.

Feng Lingxue could see the bloodstains on his thumb. Judging from him he reeked of acrid blood and murderous rage, he must have rushed back from the battlefield in Jing Zhou. It was enough to make one quiver in fear.

He arrived at the bed and his legs were against the ledge of the bed. He did not say a word at all, and instead, he began to remove his belt and his trousers.

It was obvious what he intended to do.

He had been battling enemies over the past three days and he had missed women terribly. And so he had rushed to her room to satiate his physical urges.

Feng Lingxue was unwilling to accede to his desires. When she thought about how he had slept with that Miss Yuyu, she felt terrible.

There were so many beautiful women here for him to choose from.

Why would he come to this lowly servants’ quarters and enter her room in the middle of the night?

Feng Lingxue got up, wanting to escape.

But she did not manage to do so. At the speed of lightning, the man bent down, grasped her slender arm and hurled her onto the bed.

“Don’t touch me! Let go!” She hissed as she struggled vehemently against him.

Xuan Ying pinned her down beneath him effortlessly and held her hand above her head with one hand while his other hand reached the collar of her nightgown. With one smooth motion, he tore her nightgown off entirely.

Feng Lingxue’s dark eyes immediately narrowed. She rose and bit down hard on his neck. The faint metallic taste of blood spread in her mouth. She had bitten him so hard she drew blood.

A grunt left his lips and Xuan Ying’s brows knitted in pain from her bite. His black eyes rolled and he felt his blood throbbing in his veins.

Damn, he loved it when she was ferocious like that.

A woman who was unwilling to be submissive would incite a man’s desire to dominate over her.

He had not bothered to even look at her when she had committed the mistake. There were so many women around him. Did she really think that he was smitten over her?

But the more stubborn she was, the more he would not bother about her, and she was unwilling to concede defeat either.

Where did her ability to seduce men in Ah Jiao’s room disappear to? She was forever a chaste and virtuous lady at his place.

Did she want him to put her on a pedestal?

Xuan Ying flung his hand and her body fell back onto the cold and hard wooden bed frame.

Bang! Her forehead hit against the door and a line of blood streamed down from her forehead. The blood spread down to the sides of her face. She had slimmed down considerably these few days and she was a pitiful sight.

After knocking her head, Feng Lingxue felt weak and dizzy but she did not shut her eyes. Instead, she glared coldly at the man.

“You can take my body, but you will never win my heart. In my eyes, you are only a rapist!”

Xuan Ying curved his lips. “Don’t provoke me. My body is on fire now. If you dare to provoke me again, I will make sure that you kneel down and beg me for mercy… F*ck!”

With that, he grasped her shoulders and turned her around, with her back facing him.

He draped the pillowcase over her head so that he would not see her and growled, “Wretch.”

…

One hour later.

The man had finally let go of her body and Feng Lingxue’s lower lip was bruised from her biting down on it too hard.

That one hour felt as long as being in a prison. His humiliating treatment of her had torn her heart into two pieces. The pillowcase on her head fell down and Feng Lingxue lay on the bed, looking at the man.

Xuan Ying took out a few pieces of tissue paper to wipe himself before pulling up his trousers. There were sweat droplets on his bronze skin and the fringe on his forehead had become damp. His uninhibited sexiness and male dominance were sufficient to make one blush.

As he was naked at the top, she could see the wound on his body.

He was injured.

She could not tell if the wound on the left side of his chest was a stab wound or a bullet wound as it was bandaged. The vigorous and intense movements just now had caused blood to seep out from the wound, staining the white bandage.

He did not seem bothered at all.

Not only that, but there were also many other scars on his body. Scars were everywhere on his shoulders, back, torso… These three years, he had used his life and blood to obtain whatever he had now.

The scars crisscrossed on his body, weaving a story of hardship and suffering that nobody else ever knew about.

Feng Lingxue suddenly felt a twinge of hurt in her heart. Extreme loathing filled her towards the man who had violated her just now. But at the same time, she felt that he was very lonely.

At this moment, her vision went dark as Xuan Ying turned around, hunched his back and stretched his hand out to collect his belt.

His belt had landed beside her. When he bent his body, both of their faces got closer. Feng Lingxue slowly raised her hand and touched his scars.

In the next second, her slender wrist was grasped by him and her eyes met his cold, bloodshot eyes. “What, you haven’t had enough?”

Feng Lingxue lowered her lashes, wanting to retract her arm.