CHAPTER 266: CHAPTER 264: IF YOU CAN’T RESIST, JUST KISS ME ONCE

Shen Yinning’s pupils instantly contracted like needle points.

Just as she was about to cry out, an immense inner strength swept toward her, enveloped in darkness!

Before she could make a sound, she was hurled against the inner wall!

In the darkness, Lu Ying held her tightly in his arms, one hand encircling her slender waist. He leaned down domineeringly, letting his lips press against hers, stifling any call for help.

"Mmm—"

Shen Yinning fought desperately, but against the absolute disparity in power, all her struggles were in vain!

The man’s breath invaded between her lips and teeth, arrogantly prying open her clenched teeth, entangling with her wildly. The frost-like chill of his aura condensed into tangible darkness, layer upon layer surrounding her, weaving a cocoon that bound her completely, leaving no room for escape!

The expensive silk and cloud brocade tore inch by inch in the darkness.

The girl’s skin, pale as milk, was measured inch by inch by the rough pads of his fingers. As his overpowering presence intruded, she could only let out a muffled groan, her entire body taut like a bowstring suddenly tightened.

Yet he had just begun his relentless demand.

The golden bell tied to her ankle rang urgently—ding, ding, ding.

In the night, the sound of laundry paddles echoed from countless households.

By the shores of Qianyou Lake, dark crimson and pale pink roses gradually condensed a layer of dew. The dew spilled over the petals, the delicate blooms seemingly crushed and scattered by invisible hands, their essence stirred tenderly with allure and shame.

Her fragile meridian veins stretched to the four limbs and body of the girl.

Inside the room on the top floor of the Buddhist Tower, she could see nothing. All her other senses amplified in the darkness, overwhelming pleasure nearly engulfing her entirely. She instinctively wanted to cry out, but Lu Ying had struck her Mute Acupoint.

Suddenly, Lu Ying paused.

He pressed against her, whispering by her ear: "If you can’t take it anymore, give me a kiss on the cheek."

He held her narrow waist firmly, their noses touching in the dark, their breaths intermingled.

In the next instant—

It was like tens of thousands of raindrops pouring down torrentially, mercilessly drenching the plantains and the parasol trees, the storm winds seemingly about to crush the fragile roses!

Shen Yinning couldn’t endure it, her body trembling faintly, tears of sheer sensation rolling down her cheeks. She hit Lu Ying’s shoulder and back with all her might, futilely remembering his earlier instruction. She then groped to kiss his cheek.

Her gentle kiss landed on his cheek.

But Lu Ying was completely unresponsive, continuing to clutch her waist and demand without restraint.

Shen Yinning parted her lips, gasping silently in the darkness, thinking he hadn’t noticed. Crying, she kissed his cheek again and again. No matter how many times she kissed him, however, Lu Ying appeared oblivious, his actions growing increasingly aggressive and relentless.

No more...

Please, no more...

Shen Yinning was on the verge of madness!

Weakly clinging to his broad shoulders, she pleaded, kissing him over and over as though begging for mercy.

Only when she heard his uncontrollable soft laugh did Shen Yinning realize, belatedly, that he was teasing her.

He had deliberately tricked her into kissing him willingly!

The girl’s eyes were crimson and glistening; a faint "ah ah" sound escaped her throat. Her small face, tear-stained and shadowed with sorrow, trembled, shivered, wept as she remained in Lu Ying’s embrace. Again and again, he grabbed her slender waist, pulling her toward him, taking her to the winds and clouds of Wushan over and over.

The rose pinned behind her hair fell to the ground.

Her snowy, porcelain skin pressed against the petals, red juice seeping out, adding a sweetness and richness to the entirety of the bloom-filled room.

Unable to endure Lu Ying’s torment any longer, Shen Yinning slowly fainted.

The moon hung high at the zenith.

Lu Ying dressed and rose, gazing at the girl curled up in the corner.

He couldn’t comprehend how Jiangnan had nurtured her; her frame was even more delicate than when she was in the Capital.

He picked up her gown and covered her body with it, released her Mute Acupoint, and brushed away her damp hair slicked with fragrant sweat.

Without lingering further, he jumped out of the window.

The crow-black robe fluttered sharp and solemn in the night breeze.

He was like a black-winged crow, or a thin and dark blade, vanishing silently into the night as he leaped from the Nine-story Buddhist Tower’s eaves, disappearing into the night.

...

The next day.

At Zhaoyue Pavilion.

Shen Yinning had returned from Ciyin Temple, her expression cold as she bathed and dressed, changing into a brand-new flowing robe with long sleeves.

She stood barefoot in the study, her anger causing her to sweep everything—scrolls, inkstones, and brushes—from the desk onto the floor.

She had expended so much effort, finally capturing Lu Ying during Lu Qianqian’s wedding, only to let him escape. Before leaving, he’d even mocked her, ravaging her completely!

How was she supposed to negotiate with the people from the Capital now? How was she going to lure Shen Yunxi and Shen Xinghan to Jiangnan?

The spring sun shone warmly as the shadows of pear blossoms fell, casting dappled light on the walls and floor of the study.

Shen Yinning lowered her lashes, dark crimson circles glowing around her pupils.

She was always careful and cautious; she could not accept that her oversight and underestimation had allowed Lu Ying to escape.

The maids knelt scattered on the floor, trembling as they said, "Miss, please calm down!"

Shen Yinning lifted her bloodshot eyes: "Post notices throughout Lin’an City, saying Lord Luo has captured a group of bandits, but the leader has escaped. He demands that the leader turn himself in immediately. If he delays even a single day, Lord Luo will execute one of his subordinates, starting with his sister!"

Even Luo Xibai now followed her orders without question.

The maids dared not speak further and quickly set about their tasks.

Shen Yinning bent down to pick up the Coiled Dragon Jade Pendant that had fallen to the floor.

Her fingertips brushed over the words "Lu Ying" carved on it, her eyes filled with cold ferocity.

That night.

Notices were plastered throughout Lin’an City’s every street and alley.

Luo Wanxiang held one of the notices brought in by her maid, clutching it as though it were a scalding hot potato.

She stomped her foot and cursed, "Madwoman! Shen Yinning is a madwoman, and my brother is a madman! Capturing the Crown Prince, provoking the Court, scheming against the Princess—how many heads do they have to spare for a beheading?! I’m not even married yet. If I get implicated, my whole life will be ruined!"

She wanted to seek Luo Wanzhao’s advice, hoping to stop those two lunatics. However, ever since Luo Wanzhao’s fall, he had not regained consciousness.

Her brother-in-law was awake, but no one knew what trauma he’d suffered; he locked himself in his room, refusing to meet anyone, no better than unconscious.

Luo Wanxiang paced, pondering, before deciding to go to Ciyin Temple herself.

If she could rescue Xue Ling and the others, she would have accomplished a great deed.

Donning a set of night clothes, Luo Wanxiang slinked quietly to the outskirts of Ciyin Temple.

She hid herself in a bush, carefully observing, only to see the temple doors creak open with a soft "squeak" under the faint moonlight.

The guards stationed at the doors quickly turned to look.

A red figure, ghost-like, appeared within the doorway. The copper coin tied to a red thread jingled as Xue Ling manipulated the thread. In just the blink of an eye, those guards’ necks showed thin, bloody lines.

They hadn’t even managed to grasp what had happened before they collapsed lifeless to the ground, eyes open in death.

The red thread, soaked in fresh blood, resembled a weapon drinking its fill, gleaming ominously under the moonlight with a sinister, dazzling glow.

Luo Wanxiang clamped her hand over her mouth.

She had never imagined that Xue Ling’s Kung Fu would be this formidable!

Could it be that, during their clashes in the Capital earlier in the year, he had deliberately held back for her sake?

Did she hold a special place in his heart?

Xue Ling put away the red thread and copper coin, his gaze suddenly wary as it landed on the bush she hid behind: "Who’s there?"