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She trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to struggle, but instead, she was met with an even stronger suppression from Xiao Yu.
As their lips met, her heart felt as if it were about to burst, intense emotions overwhelming her and quickly robbing her of the ability to think.
It wasn't until she felt a chill on her body that she briefly regained her senses, only to be shocked to discover that her clothes had somehow been removed.
She squinted and looked up at Xiao Yu.
His dark, obscure phoenix eyes held not only ferocity but also an insatiable desire that seemed to burn like two flames, ready to ignite her.
Just as she was starting to recover from her astonishment, a voice from outside interrupted: "Your Highness, please reconsider."
It sounded like the inner guard who had been following Xiao Yu earlier.
Xiao Yu clenched his jaw, his entire being radiating with interrupted rage. He seized something nearby and hurled it out the window with all his might.
The object, infused with internal energy, pierced through the window frame and crashed onto the ground outside with a loud crack, shattering into several pieces.
"Get lost!" he roared in anger.
Silence quickly fell outside.
He turned back, his handsome face gathering stormy intensity as he faced Song Feiwan.
Beneath his long lashes, his eyes were as dark as the sea, staring deeply at her.
Song Feiwan met his gaze; her racing heart did not calm down but instead beat even faster, visibly rising and falling against her chest.
She understood that this moment was her only chance to escape while he hesitated.
He remained silent, seemingly waiting for her decision.
But she no longer wanted to run away.
Whether she lived or died no longer mattered to her.
After locking eyes with him for several seconds, she simply closed her eyes.
It appeared as if she was avoiding him, but in reality, it was a form of silent consent.
To confront someone who wanted her life in such a rebellious manner was bolder than when she had pretended to be Xiao Yu's beloved before.
Between hearts, there was only skin separating them, and she wondered if Xiao Yu understood her thoughts at that moment. Yet she was certain that he saw she would not resist.
The man's low, cold laughter reached her ears. Then, his strong body covered hers, and the heat of his touch ignited her once more.
They spent an unknown amount of time lost in the night. In the dimness, Song Feiwan had lost count of how many times he had called for water or how many times the bedding had been changed. Aside from eating and attending to nature's call, they spent all their time in bed.
As time passed, Song Feiwan felt as if she was no longer herself; her soul and body seemed to be falling apart. When she finally woke up, staring at the ornate ceiling above the grand bed, she felt a disorienting sensation, as if she had traveled through time.
She moved slightly and winced in pain, unable to suppress a soft cry. Then she was startled by her own hoarse voice. Uncontrollably, images from the past few days flooded her mind, causing her face, along with her ears and neck, to burn with embarrassment.
What exactly was Xiao Yu doing? Was this some form of punishment? Yet aside from the initial pain, she had enjoyed it afterward. It was just that it had been too exhausting; she truly couldn't handle it anymore.
The small sounds in the room caught the attention of someone outside, and there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Song Feiwan's eyelids fluttered; she feared it might be Xiao Yu. She couldn't bear any more.
Fortunately, a strange female voice replied, "Miss, your maid is here to assist you with your washing."
Song Feiwan breathed a sigh of relief and allowed her to enter, even though she felt quite embarrassed. However, since Xiao Yu had already called for water before, she felt a bit numb to it all.
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