Chapter 1211 - Where is Mu Mu (1/2)

Xuan Ying approached Feng Lingxue as she stepped back from him. “Silver Mask King, you’re already engaged. Do you think it’s fair to your fiancée if you do this?”

“All the men in Country A have three to four wives, and love fooling around outside. Xiaoxiao is highly educated and will understand.” Xuan Ying smiled.

Feng Lingxue’s legs knocked into the edge of the bed and she tumbled onto the soft sheets. As she tried to get up, he pressed down on her and trapped her underneath him.

“Let me go!” She struggled violently, kicking and punching him.

Xuan Ying didn’t stop her. Her feeble blows weren’t enough to even scratch him. He narrowed his black glassy eyes and slowly pulled her black cardigan off her, revealing her black camisole underneath.

She had lost a lot of weight during this period and her collarbones were jutting out exquisitely, but even that couldn’t mask her unique beauty and figure. Her curves were all still where they were supposed to be.

There was a reason why all the rich ladies hated her. It was natural that she would be envied.

“Silver Mask King, you’ve already given me to Xuan Mu, so whether I live or die in the future is no longer any concern of yours. I’ll walk my own desolate path while you walk your bright one. Let’s sever all our connections. I beg you, please let me go, please don’t touch me anymore!”

She said to sever all their connections?

Xuan Ying laughed coldly and looked at her. “Are you mistaken about something? Stop dreaming. As long as you’re still alive, it’ll never be over between us!”

He would never let her go.

Never.

Xuan Ying reached out to pull on her camisole. But Feng Lingxue refused to let him remove her clothes. She didn’t want anything to happen between them anymore.

But it was no use. Her resistance was utterly futile, and he quickly did away with her camisole, before proceeding to her pants. Her pants were slightly pulled off, revealing her slim waist. Her abdomen was flat and delicate and Xuan Ying swallowed before kissing her red lips again.

As he rubbed against her red lips roughly, his blood heated up. All he could think of was – how badly he wanted her!

He hadn’t felt a single thing when Shi Xiaoxiao leaped into his arms. And he had never touched all the beautiful concubines in the Snow Mountain Residence.

Those who were unfamiliar with him all suspected that he was either too strict with himself or that he tended towards a different preference. But the truth was that he only got excited when he was with her.

He lost control whenever he was with her.

Xuan Ying pressed on her and continued kissing her. He loosened his belt as his movements became more hurried. Gone was his calm demeanor.

Don’t force her!

Don’t!

A pin with a phoenix on it suddenly appeared in Feng Lingxue’s hands as she stabbed it into Xuan Ying’s chest.

Hiss.

Xuan Ying felt the pain and looked down. Her phoenix pin was buried deep in his chest.

Fresh blood gushed out and soaked his shirt. His eyes were bloodshot as he reached down to take out the pin.

Feng Lingxue climbed out from underneath him. As she got off the bed, she accidentally knocked onto a vase and it fell onto the ground and broke with a crash.

“Master, what happened?”

At this moment Ah Zhou rushed in. Seeing Xuan Ying hurt, he exclaimed in surprise, “Master, you’re hurt!”

Ah Zhou took out the first aid kit and started to bandage Xuan Ying’s wound.

Xuan Ying sat at the edge of the bed, his handsome face stormy. He lowered his eyes to look at Feng Lingxue. She had put her clothes on in a haste and was curled up in a corner of the room, far away from him.

How dare she hurt him! Just so he wouldn’t touch her, she had stabbed the phoenix pin into his chest.

The atmosphere in the room was stifling and chilly. The air in the room was cold and oppressive, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

Xuan Ying suddenly reached out and brushed Ah Zhou aside. “Get lost!”

Ah Zhou was stunned and quickly retreated.

Xuan Ying stared at Feng Lingxue who was in the corner of the room and said coldly, “What are you waiting for? Dress my wound for me!”

Feng Lingxue quickly climbed up from the carpet and walked over to him.

She lowered her lashes and looked at the wound on his chest before saying softly, “I’ll get some water from the bathroom to help you clean this up.”