A mere day of good graces, and Chu Qianli seemed to have forgotten the utter depravity of this man's nature!
He held absolute sway in the imperial city, feared even by the Emperor and the Empress Dowager.
In court, he was the one everyone sought to curry favor with.
He was the center of attention, showered with adoration, arrogant, overbearing, wild, and cruel!
How could he possibly be a reasonable man?
Her body was flipped over, and a chill ran through her! Chu Qianli bit her lip, once again realizing why she absolutely had to leave.
Lingering in this inherently unequal marriage was certainly not the life she wanted.
She!
She had to escape!
Feng Yexuan pinned her beneath his palm. The sight of her fair skin ignited both his rage and his desire in an instant.
He didn't understand why their relationship had returned to such a strained state.
They had been fine earlier in the back mountains.
But why did she insist on leaving?
Even without her saying it, he could see it clearly in her stubborn eyes.
She longed to escape him at every moment!
This thought filled him with unspeakable anger.
He would not allow it!
His tall frame pressed down, fitting snugly against her smooth back.
Chu Qianli shivered as if scalded.
His body was too hot! Like fire!
"Promise me you'll stay in the manor wholeheartedly and never think of leaving again, and I can dote on you."
This was his last offer to her.
Chu Qianli merely bit her lip, closed her eyes, and remained silent.
He had never met such a stubborn woman!
Couldn't she be a little more docile? Even if it was just a pretense!
But she wouldn't even give him a shred of false affection!
What a woman, whom he both loved and hated!
Love… the word made Feng Yexuan's movements slow.
Though he still didn't understand what love was, he seemed to genuinely dislike this woman less and less.
In fact, he was growing to like… the feeling of being close to her.
The large hand gripping her shoulder gradually loosened its hold.
Her skin was smooth and delicate, while his palms were calloused from years of wielding a sword.
As his hand brushed against her silky skin, the difference between man and woman was starkly revealed.
Her skin, so tender it seemed to break with a touch, could easily bear the marks of his slight exertion.
The sight evoked both tenderness and a desire to ravage her further.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yexuan finally closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and rolled off her.
He then gently pulled her into his embrace.
Chu Qianli instinctively tried to struggle.
Feng Yexuan's deep, husky voice drifted down from above:
"Don't move rashly, or I might not be able to control myself."
He was truly controlling himself! Enduring, suppressing!
Even Chu Qianli could sense his discomfort.
Her tensed body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Her fingers accidentally brushed against his chest, and she could clearly feel the taut muscles beneath.
Looking closer, she saw his entire body was rigid, every muscle subtly trembling.
Sweat trickled down his chest, dripping onto hers.
So hot!
But she dared not move, fearing that his already taut nerves might snap.
"Feng Yexuan…"
She was somewhat surprised.
She didn't understand why, with his formidable strength, he could have done as he pleased.
But why, in the end, did he choose to endure his own pain and stop?