Chapter 182 - 136_3
Yet now, his eyes dark as ink seemed to be brewing a storm.
Xie Wanqing merely looking made her legs weak. She swallowed, trying to remain calm, "I didn’t lie to you."
Lu Ziyuan let out a strange smile, "Really? Do you also want to tell me that Pei Yuqing is a worthless coward?"
Xie Wanqing was about to speak, but his fingertip pressed against her lips.
"Alright, save your energy. I’ll check myself."
As he said this, he lifted his hand to lightly touch her shoulder and neck, and the struggling girl instantly froze, unable to move a muscle except for those beautiful eyes still glaring at him.
Lu Ziyuan bent down to kiss her eyes, his warm lips touching her trembling eyelids, full of affection.
But his hands didn’t pause, expertly undoing her clothes.
In the bitter cold of midwinter, she was wearing several layers. He patiently unraveled them one by one, finally reaching into the right side of her collar with slight force.
Xie Wanqing’s right side, including her arm, was exposed to the cold air.
Her delicate collarbone showed a slight hollow, with a pale pink undergarment still hanging by the neck, beneath the thin satin lay the girl’s tender chest.
But such scenery, Lu Ziyuan seemed to ignore it, his gaze firmly landing on the inside of her right arm, suddenly stopping.
Though it was the snowy cold of winter, the blood coursing through his veins burned painfully hot. He reached out, holding her arm, staring frozen.
The room was deadly silent.
His expression was terrifyingly intense, so much that Xie Wanqing’s anger dissipated.
When Lu Ziyuan lifted his head, meeting hers, her eyes had turned somewhat timid.
"Great job," his voice was hoarse and choking, lips trembling quickly, "Xie Wanqing, do you know what happens to those who dare to lie to me?"
Xie Wanqing couldn’t speak, her acupoints sealed, leaving her unable to say a word in defense.
Whether it was the cold or fear, even with sealed acupoints, her body trembled slightly, the shrinking in her gaze causing Lu Ziyuan to suddenly lose control.
Grabbing her arm, he pulled her into his embrace, lowering his head to cover her lips, kissing fiercely.
"Cold?" He muttered against her lips, "I’ll make you warm soon."
His hand moved straight into the girl’s undergarment.
The moment he grasped it, his throat choked again, "A bit small, didn’t he care for you properly?"
"Did that sickly guy satisfy you?"
"Is he skilled at pleasing you?"
Rough fingertips mercilessly rolling.
"You’re not picky at all, he’s eleven years older than you, turning twenty-eight after the New Year, can he be better than me?"
"After trying me, can you truly favor him?"
They grew up together, from childhood to adulthood, she was the only girl beside him. They were young spouses, married two years, during which he did hide many things, leading to misunderstandings and heartbreak.
But he loved her so deeply, more each day, can she really not feel it?
He was not good with words, couldn’t speak those sweet coaxing lines, but during their wedding night, she said it hurt, and he stopped immediately.
Even though it pained him to endure, he couldn’t bear to have her hurt.
The day after marriage, he handed her all his private estates.
Though overwhelmed with work, whenever he had time, he would go to see her.
He might not be gentle or considerate, but on or off the bed, he never let her bear any burden, it was always he who served her. When did she ever serve him!
He refused to believe she felt none of this love rooted in the details!
He made many mistakes, caused many misunderstandings, but regardless of any misunderstanding, she could punish him as she wished, she couldn’t deceive him like this!
How could she deceive him like this!
Lu Ziyuan’s heart twisted with a painful hatred, going mad.
The destructive impulse surged uncontrollably, his hand tracing down her waistline.
Until his dry lips tasted the salty bitterness of wet tears, the hand ready to grasp the waistband of her skirt suddenly froze in place.
"Why are you crying?" He ceased the action, hand gently holding her waist, lips leaving her cheek, resting on her forehead, gazing down to meet her eyes, "Hate me touching you so much? What part of you haven’t I touched?"
Xie Wanqing couldn’t speak, obviously couldn’t answer such a rogue question.
She could only express her anger with her gaze.
Seeing the fury in her reddened eyes, glaring viciously at him, Lu Ziyuan slowly smiled.
He caressed her waist repeatedly, his smile chilling, "I’m the one who should be angry, you can take my life, but you shouldn’t use such means to avenge me."