CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 135: CAUGHT

The coarse pad of his finger brushed at the corner of her eye, causing a tingling itch. Wen Shu was forced to tilt her face up, her mind in a daze as she listened to Luo Fei’s voice with a mocking smile.

She opened her lips, intending to deny something, but her hand was gently enveloped by a scorching large palm that slowly guided it down to rest on her heaving chest.

The scorching warmth seeped through the thin fabric.

In her unsteady vision, Luo Fei’s jet-black eyebrows arched slightly, and his deep eyes glinted with a hint of pleasure. He slowly curled his lips and said, "Why aren’t you speaking, hmm?"

The lazy undertone teased the tip of her ear. Wen Shu’s fingertips curled as she was forced to feel the violent thrum beneath her palm.

It was that damned, uncontrollable heartbeat of hers...

Her expression slightly changed, but the smile in Luo Fei’s eyes deepened.

His beautiful eyebrows and eyes slightly lifted as he leaned down slowly, parting his lips, "Wen Shu, you like me."

The light words sounded like an alarm bell striking at Wen Shu’s heart. She abruptly withdrew her hand, turning her face away to avoid his gaze.

But the hand on her cheek exerted a slight force, turning her face back to meet Luo Fei’s eyes, which were dyed with anger and instantly magnified.

Her lips, already stinging, collided with teeth, the taste of blood spreading, only to be ground by the scorching softness.

Her brows furrowed as she bit the flesh to evade, but Luo Fei grabbed her nape, his large hand encircling her waist, pushing her step by step.

Her knee hit the bed’s edge, tightly clamped against his firm chest, effortlessly pressing her down.

Her back sank into the soft bedding. Finally released, she gasped for breath and propped herself up, staring at the expanse of firm, solid chest muscles.

The male’s perfect physique was fully revealed as his shirt fell away; his broad and muscular arms tensed with excitement, and his well-defined abs rose and fell with heavy breaths...

Watching him unfasten with leisure, his sexy Adam’s apple rolling twice, Wen Shu inexplicably felt a dryness.

"Luo Fei, do you know where we are? You’re insane!" She swallowed, averting her gaze, but suddenly her waist felt a tight pull.

She quickly lifted her hand to press it, but Luo Fei was faster, capturing both her hands.

His eye corners tinged with red as his fingers pinched the thin string, flinging it aside. His large hand clasped her slender, snow-white waist as he leaned down, "I am crazy..."

Once again pressed down, Wen Shu’s brows furrowed tightly. She glanced up at Luo Fei, only to see his eyes dark as night, the corners of his lips curving into an annoyed smile, "Driven mad by you!"

Hot breath fell on the auricle, causing Wen Shu to shrink with heat, turning her head away. A sharp pain emanated from her earlobe, "Why won’t you admit it, hmm?"

Luo Fei’s angry, hoarse voice rumbled from her neck.

She felt his probing question, her heart tightening.

In that moment of hesitation, a rough and hard sensation crawled up her ankle, making her lower her head in surprise.

She saw a thick dragon tail covered in scales, binding her calf tightly through the fabric.

As her gaze lifted, her pupils trembled, hastily averting her eyes. She pleaded, "Luo Fei, let me go, Mious will be back soon..."

Before she could finish, a crisp "slap" suddenly echoed in the silent room.

"Luo Fei!" Her rear stung fiercely, Wen Shu’s long lashes trembling with flames in her eyes, "You, you bastard!"

Seeing her snow-white face flush angrily while staring at him, Luo Fei’s already agitated heart itched again, pounding even more violently.

"Don’t... mention other people."

He swallowed, his eyes thrilled and red-rimmed, covering her trembling eyes as he took in that sweet, soft piece of flesh.

A tempestuous storm of biting ensued, stopping only when the wrists under his palm went weak. Luo Fei halted, breathing heavily.

He lowered his gaze at the female, smoothing her furrowed brows, the burning urge in his heart stirring an all-consuming impulse, "Wen Shu, come with me."

He released his grip, gazing into her misty, hazy eyes, coaxing softly, "Just us two, if you’re willing to give them up, I can abandon the Blood Alliance. We can leave together..."

The gentle tone slowly seeped into Wen Shu’s ears.

Through the blurred vision, she discerned the serious glint in his eyes, a flutter of uncontrollable panic rising in her heart.

She pressed her stinging lips together, recalling the females she met in the Blood Alliance. Her mind regained some clarity; she mustn’t... can’t like him.

Realizing Wen Shu’s wavering, Luo Fei kissed her upturned nose, only to be avoided. He caressed her face, thinking she was shy.

But when he saw her face clearly again, the searing love in his heart seemed doused by cold water, leaving only ashes.

The female’s snow-white face was frosty, her crystalline eyes like shards of ice piercing into him, "Luo Fei, you’d best release me now, or else..."

She narrowed her eyes, a concealed killing intent in her brows, her gaze as sharp as a blade, stabbing straight into his heart, leaving piercing pain.

Luo Fei’s complexion turned pale in an instant, raven lashes falling, covering the hurt in his eyes.

He couldn’t understand why, when she felt the same, she pushed him away?

The intolerable dull pain tightly wrapped his heart.

Luo Fei felt suffocated, looking at Wen Shu again, a sorrow concealed in his eyes lifting, revealing a dangerous smile, "Are you threatening me?"

Her calf was slowly lifted by the dragon tail, and Wen Shu sensed something wrong. Just then, Luo Fei’s lazy voice sounded above her head, "Since you won’t admit it, I might as well be the bastard..."

He enunciated each word with clarity, as if wringing them from his chest, crashing violently into her ears.

Just then, an annoying voice suddenly called out from behind.

"Ashu, come have lunch..."

Mious had just pushed open the door, seeing the overlapping figures on the bed.

The familiar male, shamelessly stripped, possessed the female with an oppressive desire, his jet-black dragon tail tightly entwining her snow-white leg.

The likewise disheveled female turned her head hastily upon hearing the sound, her eyes flickering with panic.

Seeing her flushed countenance, a sense of crisis surged in Mious’s heart, his formerly wary gaze turning cold and biting.

"Ashu, don’t be afraid." He consoled the female, setting the tray aside and stared intently at the male, "Let go of Ashu, or don’t blame me for being harsh!"

Noticing the shift in gaze, Luo Fei arched his eyebrow, showing no fear, instead holding Wen Shu close, pressing tightly against her.

He gently tucked her scattered hair behind her ear, gripping her slender nape.

Sneering at Mious, he raised an eyebrow provocatively, chuckling lightly, "What should we do, Your Majesty, caught by your Beast Husband. How do you explain this?"