Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Rong Sheng had just arrived when a pair of iron-like hands shackled her from behind. They forcefully pulled her into an embrace, pressing her down tightly, as if trying to meld her into their body.
Rong Sheng was used to his rough treatment. She wouldnât cry or beg for mercy.
It wasnât until Chu Yifengâs hand pressed down on her, leaving her gasping for air, that she struggled to speak. âChu Yifeng, if you want to kill me, just do it. You donât have to torture me like this!â
Day by day, he tormented her!
Chu Yifeng was slightly stunned, and then a trace of wickedness seeped into his eyes, like an evil emperor. âI wonât kill you.â
His hand coiled around Rong Shengâs neck like a giant python, slowly tightening and forcing her to breathe. âI will only trap you, imprison you, and bind you to my side. Even in death, your ashes will sleep in my arms.â
âChu Yifeng!â
There was a hint of madness in Rong Shengâs eyes. She struggled to break free from his grip. âWhy? Why are you doing this to me!â
They were supposed to be the closest of people.
Chu Yifeng was the first person she met when she came to this world.
Back then, his innocent gaze had touched the bottom of her heart.
But laterâ¦
He had become a demon, intent on driving her mad.
âWiry?â
A cold smile appeared on Chu Yifengâs lips. âSenior Sister, you are like a fairy who accidentally fell into the mortal world. What I enjoy is turning a fairy into an ordinary person, into a crazy woman.â
Just like him, driven mad by love!
He wanted to possess her completely!
As long as she didnât care about him, he would torment her mercilessly!
Bit by bit, he crushed her aloof and otherworldly aura! n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Rong Sheng stopped struggling. She didnât have the strength to fight Chu Yifeng.
She was used to being brought back by him, sinking and suffering. She spent her nights in purgatory.
At night, the silver moon hung high, illuminating the earth as white as a sheet.
Su Yingxue wore a veil and carried a needle kit to Chu Yihanâs room.
That night, she had been informed by Rong Shengâs men that Chu Yihan wouldnât wake up after taking the medicine. She could pretend to be Rong Sheng and apply acupuncture to Chu Yihan.
She quietly entered Chu Yihanâs room and approached his bedside.
The manâs handsome face looked even more striking under the moonlight.
Su Yingxue affectionately caressed his face. Her hand felt the warmth. âYour Highnessâ¦â
That day, she had been controlled by Wu Dao, and her blood was drained. She wondered how upset Chu Yihan had been when he found out.
He must have been deeply affected, which was why he was like this.
Su Yingxue spread out the silver needles and undid Chu Yihanâs clothes. The needles fell gently, afraid of disturbing him.
She didnât notice that Chu Yihanâs fingers moved under the moonlight.
He wasnât asleep.
When she came in, he was already awake.
He just wasnât sure if it was her!
When she caressed his face just now, he was still dazed. When the words âYour Highnessâ came from her mouth, he no longer doubted.
Other than her, no one else in the world could call him that.
After Su Yingxue finished the acupuncture, Chu Yihan was still lying there motionless.
Su Yingxue leaned over him, her eyes filled with longing. âYour Highness, youâve always been the most cooperative.â
She had encountered all kinds of disobedient patients, but Chu Yihan was the only one who obeyed her unconditionally.
She stood up to leave, but her hand was suddenly pulled back, and she crashed into Chu Yihanâs arms.
The manâs voice was low and hoarse. âHow can I not cooperate with the Princess Consort?â
He would listen to whatever she said.
âYour Highness?â
Su Yingxue jumped up in panic. In her haste, her veil fell off, revealing her face.