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A shock ran through him, leaving him exhilarated. Leng Junyu himself could hardly believe that he had done something so absurd.
Despite his deep-seated hatred for women stemming from childhood trauma, he was aware of his own orientation—he did not love men.
But why? Why had he just kissed a eunuch!?
Could it be that this eunuch was simply too alluring, too captivating, and he had momentarily lost control?
With this thought, Leng Junyu felt conflicted. He turned his gaze toward Le Yao Yao, and instead of the previous fury, there was now a complexity in his eyes that was hard to decipher.
Le Yao Yao, of course, had no idea what this complicated look from Leng Junyu meant. Seeing him in a daze brought her a sense of joy.
If she didn’t escape now, when would she? Was she supposed to wait for him to regain his senses and come after her? She wasn’t foolish!
With this in mind, Le Yao Yao gathered her strength and prepared to flee from this unpredictable devil. However, before she could make her move, Leng Junyu lunged at her like a beast pouncing on its prey.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao screamed in fright, shutting her eyes tightly, thinking that the Living King of Hell intended to kill her.
To her surprise, the anticipated pain never came; her head remained attached to her body.
Instead, Le Yao Yao found herself enveloped in a strong embrace, and then everything spun violently around her!
The intense whirling made Han Xitong feel dizzy, as if his mind was muddled by the rapid motion.
Before she could figure out what was going on with the unpredictable prince, he seemed to want to roll around, but rolling on the floor would be uncomfortable—so hard!
As she was lost in thought, a sudden 'whoosh' sound pierced her ears, as if a sharp weapon had sliced through the air beside her. Startled, Le Yao Yao's heart tightened, and she turned her gaze toward the source of the sound.
There, in the spot where she had just been standing, an arrow was now embedded in the ground.
The floor was made of hard bluestone, but that arrow had sunk three inches into it. If that arrow had struck her…
The mere thought sent a shiver down Le Yao Yao's spine. Her eyes widened, fear evident in her expression.
However, before Le Yao Yao could dwell on her fear any longer, her body was suddenly lifted as if she were a sandbag.
Once again, she felt herself spinning, but this time Le Yao Yao remained much calmer. As soon as she regained her footing, her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. What she saw made her gasp in shock—
Was this a scene from a television drama!?
At some point, the previously empty Elegant Breeze Pavilion had filled with over a dozen black-clad figures wielding sharp cold weapons.
The leader among them held a bow without arrows, clearly the one who had just shot that arrow.
Looking closely at the exposed eyes of this black-clad man, they gleamed with murderous intent. If looks could kill, Leng Junyu would surely be dead by now.
It was obvious that these black-clad figures were targeting Leng Junyu. However, Le Yao Yao really wanted to shout at the leader among them.
"Damn it, can you aim your arrows better? Don't hit the wrong person! If it weren't for Leng Junyu pulling her back just now, she might have died again."
However...
Thinking of this, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but look up at the man who was holding her waist.
This man was really tall. Being held in his arms made her feel like a little bird leaning against him.
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