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He felt an overwhelming urge to grasp her head and force her to look deeply into his eyes, to imprint her own image in her mind. She didn’t want to see, yet he insisted she must. But in the end, he slowly released his grip on her.
It was futile; her heart was elsewhere, and he had no desire to force a woman against her will. Song Feiwan’s mind was a whirlwind. She had prepared herself for the possibility of slapping him if he tried to push his luck further. Instead, he loosened his hold.
Having read the original story, she knew that Xiao Yu was a lofty figure, a proud son of heaven, with countless people willing to risk everything for him. He would never demean himself by coercing anyone. This action signified that he truly intended to let her go.
As expected, he coldly said, “You can leave.”
Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was about to settle when suddenly, with a powerful tug, he pulled her into his embrace. His strong arms wrapped around her as he swiftly turned, his toes barely touching the ground before he leaped back!
Song Feiwan was taken aback. What was happening now?!
The answer came quickly.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Several glinting arrows pierced through the cabin, striking the very spot where they had been standing!
Assassins? Who were they targeting?
Thanks to Xiao Yu’s quick reflexes, they were unharmed; not even the corners of their clothes were grazed.
He didn’t hold her for long. Once they were safe, he pushed her behind him, switching their positions so that he stood in front and she behind.
Turning his head, his gaze locked onto hers. His handsome face—like that of a celestial being—was completely unmasked.
“You’ve attracted them,” he stated firmly.
Song Feiwan was stunned. She had left the boatman on shore and hadn’t brought anyone else with her!
Seeing that she wasn’t pretending and realizing the urgency of the situation, Xiao Yu didn’t linger on this matter but simply said:
"Don't move here."
With that, he swiftly drew his sword from its sheath, the cold blade lifting the veil of his eyelids, the murderous intent almost palpable.
Bang! Bang!
In addition to the door, several spots on the side of the cabin were also smashed open.
A few men dressed in black and masked, each exuding a chilling aura, rushed in.
Even Song Feiwan could tell that each of them was a formidable opponent, capable of taking on ten by themselves.
However, when these men saw Xiao Yu's face, they all froze in unison.
At the same time, another set of footsteps approached from afar.
He was broad-shouldered and tall, with long, straight legs.
Behind him were distant mountain peaks and a dark mirror-like lake.
The familiar gait made Song Feiwan's heart race with anticipation.
Finally, amidst the disarray of the cabin, his figure emerged from the shadows.
It was indeed Rong Jiayi!
His gaze first swept over her before landing on Xiao Yu's face, a myriad of emotions swirling in his eyes—joy, excitement, nostalgia, relief.
Forgetting that he had injured his throat, he opened his mouth to call out to him but couldn't find the words. His expression turned slightly annoyed.
"So it's Lord Rong. I apologize for not greeting you properly," Xiao Yu said with a smile, firmly holding his sword.
It was clear that if he took another step forward, he would unleash a massacre.
Rong Jiayi quickly made a gesture to pause and signaled to a guard behind him to speak.
Seizing the opportunity, Song Feiwan suddenly lunged at Xiao Yu's back and hugged him tightly!
"Your Highness, it really is you!"
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