Chapter 293: Are you coming over, or does your lordship have to make a move? (2/2)

Mu Yingdong was stupefied as well. He’d long heard of Long Feiye’s famous reputation and knew he wasn’t someone easy to provoke. But it was only now that he realized why the proud and ambitious Jun Yixie had labeled Long Feiye as a dangerous man.

As for Han Yunxi–she’d imagined various different scenes of Long Feiye coming to find her, but she never thought he’d be trampling over corpses on the way. Gu Qishao didn’t retreat, but held on even tighter to Han Yunxi as if she was a precious treasure that a single moment of carelessness might steal away.

Finally, Long Feiye stopped before them, only three steps away. Gu Qishao still managed to smile. “Your Highness Duke of Qin, long time no see.”

Long Feiye didn’t reply. His eyes rested on Gu Qishao’s hand, which was still holding onto Han Yunxi’s shoulder. Then he suddenly lifted his leg and struck out with a blindingly fast kick that connected with Gu Qishao’s gut and sent him flying. Gu Qishao spat out a mouthful of blood before he splashed into the icy waters of the lake, sending ripples in his wake. Even then, Long Feiye didn’t spare him a glance. His focus was completely on Han Yunxi, his icy pupils seeming to see through her completely.

“Are you coming over, or does your lordship have to make a move?” his low voice was completely frigid, enough to lower the temperatures around them by a few degrees. Han Yunxi, Mu Yingdong, and the assassins around them all heard his words, but nobody dared to move. A few people even broke out into cold sweat for Han Yunxi’s sake. Most likely, this woman had ran away by herself. If she let that man make his own move, the consequences might be unthinkable!

Han Yunxi bit her lip tightly and refused to speak.

“Still not coming over?” Long Feiye asked, suppressing his temper.

In fact, Han Yunxi not only refused to come, but backed up a few steps to escape. Finally, Long Feiye lost his patience and took a sudden stride forward to grab her by the jaw. His ruthless strength chilled the hearts of all who saw him.

It was at this moment that Gu Qishao resurfaced from the lake and cried, “Long Feiye, I’ll never forgive you if you hurt a hair on her head!”

But nobody expected Long Feiye to suddenly kiss Han Yunxi on the lips. He attacked her like a violent storm, appearing to unburden his cares while punishing her at the same time. The movement was intense and ferocious.

He wasn’t attacking her with his hands, but his lips!

Han Yunxi even forgot to struggle in her surprise. By the time she recovered her senses, it was already impossible to repel him. She pounded against his chest, but Long Feiye quickly grabbed both of her hands. Gu Qishao watched without moving from a distance, his two hands slowly curling into fists. He was this close to revealing everything so he could fight Long Feiye to the death. He didn’t like it when Poison lass was being bullied, especially this kind of ‘bullying!’ But in the end, he did nothing at all. He turned aside to avoid looking at them before taking to the skies and fleeing.

Han Yunxi, it looks like this is fate. In the end, I can only say ‘I love you’ as a joke.

Mu Yingdong recovered his wits upon seeing Gu Qishao escape. He had trouble believing that Long Feiye would start being intimate with Han Yunxi in such a situation. But now was his best chance. Immediately, he signaled the assassins with his eyes. Very soon, all of them launched a group attack at the pair. But Long Feiye still didn’t let go of Han Yunxi!

He held onto Han Yunxi’s waist with one hand while his other wielded his sword. As he kissed her, he fought off the attacking enemies. Blood splashed around them on all sides as he grappled with the foes. Still, he deepened his kiss, the forceful motion slowly giving way to a lingering reluctance to part with her lips. It was as if he feared he’d lose her forever if he let go.

Nobody had known, but his wrath over the past few days had been hiding a deep set terror. It was a fear that had even eclipsed his feelings when his mufei had died. Han Yunxi had long shut her eyes against the sounds of blades clanging in close combat. She’d managed to escape from this man’s grasp, but not his lips. From being unable to struggle, she gave up struggling altogether. Despite being physically paralyzed in his arms with dread, she felt an inexplicable sense of safety as well.

Again, she realized that she’d lost.

As the fight drew to an end, the area around them became littered in corpses. None of the assassins dared to approach them again. This man was simply too terrifying. Mu Yingdong hesitated, considering whether he should step out personally. But in the end, he had no way to force himself forward. His hands clenched into fists as he looked at the kissing pair in frustration.

What is this?!

They were kissing right in front of him, but he couldn’t do a thing. The assassins sent questioning glances toward Mu Yingdong. Should they keep trying to kill the targets, or…or let them do as they pleased? Mu Yingdong didn’t even know how to answer. This was the Mu estate, so were they supposed to withdraw? Even if they didn’t withdraw, how were they supposed to defeat their foe?

Finally, when Han Yunxi was having trouble breathing, Long Feiye reluctantly let her go. Their eyes met, his as cold as ever, hers accompanied by a flushing face as she avoided his gaze. Long Feiye didn’t say a word, but simply lowered his head again in the face of everyone watching and kissed her anew.

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