Chapter 287:
Xie Wanning felt a bit creeped out by his gaze. She reached out to grasp his wrist bone. “My relationship with Ji Chengfeng isn’t what you think.”
Lu Ziyan had always been unable to refuse her initiative, and this time was no exception.
He countered by gripping her hand, pressing her shoulder, and pushing her down on the couch, leaning over to cover her.
From eyebrows and eyes, high nose, to lips, looking down bit by bit.
This was twenty-two-year-old Wanwan. In past life and this life, two lifetimes, he had never even seen her in a dream.
His adam’s apple swallowed, his eyelid lifted, and he looked back at her eyebrows and eyes.
Their four eyes met.
Perhaps his aura was too oppressive, the young lady beneath him had her pupils shrink.
Lu Ziyan’s gaze darkened. He looked at her for a while, then suddenly pinched her jaw to lift it, lowering his head to kiss her.
Her teeth were pried open, his unique domineering breath filling her nose.
Famously familiar.
Xie Wanning inexplicably wanted to cry a little.
At this moment, the last bit of hesitation in her heart completely vanished.
She confirmed her affection for this man—it was still love.
Just one long-overdue kiss made her realize she missed him too.
Very much, very much.
Her decision to return to the capital was solely because she couldn’t bear his death.
Not pity, nor compromise for the sake of home and country.
If she didn’t love him, even if his killing intent was deeper, slaughtering the entire world, even if he sought his own death, leading to warlords dividing the land afterward, the Great Khan making the people suffer again.
Floods raging, what did it have to do with her.
She merely, after seeing his death in a dream, couldn’t bear it, couldn’t let go, so wanted to return to his side.
Nothing more.
The man on top kissed more and more fiercely, with a strong sense of plunder, his breath gradually becoming disordered.
One hand pinched her jaw, kissing her forcefully, while the other hand had already gone to undo her belt.
Emotions surged, the air filled with intense heat, making Xie Wanning’s mouth dry and tongue parched.
She swallowed her throat, not only without any intention to push away, but instead lifted her arm to circle his neck, tilting her head to receive all his demands.
She thought, he must be quite angry inside. Calming his fire first… wasn’t impossible.
But Lu Ziyan, met with her passionate response, had his gaze suddenly turn cold. The hand pinching her jaw tightened, pushing her away a bit, his eyes full of menace. “What scheme are you plotting again?”
The amorous atmosphere immediately stalled.
Both remembered that the last time she had enthusiastically accepted him was to paralyze him, to escape.
Xie Wanning felt a bit guilty conscience and dare not meet his eyes. “…Nothing.”
Her arm exerted force, pulling him down, whispering: “Sorry.”
Lu Ziyan didn’t speak, just stared at her unblinkingly.
Years of iron-blooded slaughter had made his already sharp eyebrows and eyes even more stern, his entire body exuding a terrifying aura.
But Xie Wanning had never been afraid of him.
At this moment, her mind was full of the scene from last night’s dream, her eyes reddening. She couldn’t help hugging him tighter.
“Lu Ziyan…” Her voice choked. “How are you so foolish.”
This was quite novel.
Lu Ziyan remained still, letting her hold him, nodding in agreement. “Being toyed with spinning around by you, indeed stupid.”
“…” Xie Wanning choked, mumbling: “That’s not what I meant.”
Lu Ziyan gave an ambiguous lip tug, the hand on her waist tightening inch by inch.
“Wanwan,” he said: “When you abandoned me to escape, choosing to live together with him, did you ever think about what the consequence would be if caught?”
What consequence?
Xie Wanning had of course thought about it.
Escape failed, she was caught by him and brought back.
Probably… unable to get out of bed?
Besides this, would he bear to use any other punishment on her?
