So cold!
Her slender body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The window was clearly closed, and not a trace of cold wind seeped in, yet Xiao Yao felt as if countless icy, bone-chilling winds were sweeping over her.
She was so cold her body stiffened, her face turned pale, and her vision blurred.
The man still stood by the bed, looking down at her.
His gaze, devoid of any warmth or reservation, was locked onto her.
He looked at her completely, with meticulous detail.
"Don't... like this." Finally, Xiao Yao couldn't bear those chilling eyes any longer. She closed her eyes, tears threatening to fall.
It was shame, and despair.
In this situation, anyone would believe that the scoundrel was simply humiliating her with his gaze.
Why did such a cold and shameless person exist in this world!
"Why don't you open your eyes and look at this King?"
Xiao Yao's eyes snapped open, and she glared at him, "You're shameless!"
"This King is merely admiring his woman, why do you call this King shameless?"
Feng Ye Xuan waved his sleeve, and the gauze curtain was lowered. He actually reached out and untied his golden silk belt?
A flicker of panic, almost imperceptible, crossed Xiao Yao's eyes.
"What do you want to do?"
"Li'er, we haven't been intimate for a long time."
"I am not your Li'er!" She was truly panicked.
He shed his clothes, piece by piece.
His strong, broad chest was slowly revealed before her.
Xiao Yao, who should have been in a state of panic, suddenly froze upon seeing the scars on his body.
This man was covered in wounds all over.
Cuts from knives, slashes from swords, and even scars from wild beast attacks.
Several of them were deep enough to expose bone, and as a physician, she could tell at a glance that they were all potentially fatal, grievous injuries!
What kind of life-and-death trials had this body endured?
With those deep, long scars, how many times had a slight misstep meant certain death?
Seeing these wounds, she felt as if she had witnessed him on the battlefield, stepping on blades, bleeding but surviving.
The God of War of the Northern Underworld, all his glorious achievements were bought with his life!
Such unyielding resolve!
Xiao Yao's gaze lingered on one particular scar.
It ran from his shoulder, across his chest, and down to his abdomen.
So deep...
But then she was stunned. Her gaze shifted away from the scar, unconsciously falling to his mermaid line.
"You..." Her gaze moved further down, and Xiao Yao's face immediately flushed. She gasped, "What are you doing... Mmph!"
The man leaned down, completely silencing her.
"Li'er, how can you acknowledge that you are Li'er?"
"Have you truly forgotten this King? What about this? Does this not make you remember?"
His voice was hoarse, carrying an innate, seductive charm.
In her ears, it was like a bewitching melody, enveloping her entire being, her entire heart.
She was not Li'er, but at this moment, she was completely lost in his aura.
"I really... am not..."
But she had no chance to explain further.
Unable to resist, she eventually stopped resisting.
The scorching heat of his body gradually burned her heart, and her mind.
She even forgot who she was, why she was here, or what she was doing.
Heaven and earth, in the face of his passionate kiss, completely vanished.
In the end, only a burning heat flowed from her heart to her limbs.
Whether she was Li'er seemed to no longer matter.
What mattered was that she had become Feng Ye Xuan's woman...