Chapter 1182 - West Duke Is Getting Married! (1/2)

Releasing her immediately, Xuan Ying knelt on the bed as he looked at the stained fabric on him, his face somber.

Feng Lingxue sat up, drawing two tissues out of the box as she tried to help clean him. “I’m sorry, I’ll help you wipe it clean. I’ll do it right now…”

Her hands touched his stiff muscles, merely separated by the thin materials of his clothes. He felt as though a feather ran over his heart, distracted by her move.

The position they were in was extremely intimate too, her head right in front of his groin.

“Damned woman, where are you cleaning?” he grit his teeth as he cursed.

Feng Lingxue instantly lifted her head, she was completely clueless as to what she had done wrong. “What’s the matter?”

Xuan Ying still had some pent up desires inside of him, his inky eyes spelled danger.

Not to mention how she looked at him with that innocent expression of hers and those supple red lips.

She really was a nymph.

“F*ck!”

He cursed, he could sense himself dying under her hands one day.

Getting up from the bed, Xuan Ying stepped into the bathroom. With a loud bang, he slammed the door, resulting in a loud sound that reverberated through the room.

Huh? Feng Lingxue looked at him from the back, feeling all perplexed. He really was getting more erratic by the day.

…

Feng Lingxue cleaned herself and put on the maid uniform before heading downstairs.

In the dining room.

Xuan Ying sat in the main seat and two concubines were having breakfast with him. Once they noticed Feng Lingxue had come, one of the concubines quickly acted, “What are you waiting for? Come over and pour me some milk.”

“Yes.” Feng Lingxue went in front, picking up the jug of milk.

When she was about to pour, a deep voice rang in her ears. “Put it down.”

Stunned, Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes to look at Xuan Ying.

And was met with Xuan Ying’s threatening gaze. “You can’t understand my words?”

Feng Lingxue instantly put down the jug.

“Come here,” he ordered her again.

Feng Lingxue quickly walked over, afraid that she would be humiliated and punished by him if she didn’t follow his orders.

“Master, do you need anything?” she asked softly.

Xuan Ying stretched his arm out, pulling her slim waist and she fell on his lap.

Hiss.

The two concubines and the maid gasped, looking at Xuan Ying hold Feng Lingxue in his arms with widened eyes.

Feng Lingxue’s lashes fluttered, she tried to get up. “Master, I have other chores to do. I need to pour the milk…”

Xuan Ying grasped her waist, not letting her move even a single inch. He lifted his leg, kicking Chuchu’s chair with his heavy military boots. “Why the f*ck are you only thinking about eating? Go pour the milk!”

The chair split open with just one kick of his and Chuchu fell on her bottom, looking extremely pathetic.

The other concubine stood up also, she didn’t dare make a single sound, just like the rest of the maids present.

They were all bewildered. Even since this Feng Lingxue had come to the Snow Mountain Residence, Young Master had been humiliating and torturing her endlessly.

But Young Master’s attitude today was completely different, he actually started doting on Feng Lingxue.

Chuchu climbed up from the ground in a pathetic manner. She felt so indignant, glaring at Feng Lingxue with envy and while her mind was mad with jealousy. “Young Master, she’s the maid here, how could y–”

Chuchu immediately stopped talking. Xuan Ying shot a baleful glare in her direction that was so dangerous and made her hair stand on end.

“Yes… yes, Young Master!”

They all knew about Xuan Ying’s ways of dealing with women. He would throw the women around him into the military camps, giving them away to his underlings if they did something that displeased him.

Chuchu trembled as she walked in front, pouring a glass of warm milk.