Chapter 31: The Breath of the Devil (Part 6)
He stared as she gasped for breath in his arms. It took a long time for her to regain some strength.
She stood up straight, but then heard a "咕咕咕" sound. His brightly green eyes fixed on her flat abdomen. "Hungry again?"
When he said the word "hungry", his tone was extremely suggestive. The more her pretty face, which had just calmed down, turned red, the more 得意 he smiled.
She tightly clenched her fists, her nails digging into the flesh, causing a sharp pain. After the passion came clarity.
"There's nothing to eat in the imperial mausoleum, unless... you eat me..." His pair of evil and charming eyes, like green amber, stared at her without blinking.
Her beautiful eyes, as if spitting fire, wished to burn him to ashes. She tightly pursed her lips and said nothing.
DuGu Lue raised an eyebrow and was silent for a while. "Your eyes seem to want to eat me. If you really dare to eat me, I might consider getting you out of the imperial mausoleum."
Yes, if he slapped her left cheek, she was supposed to offer her right cheek. But this time, after he had forcefully taken her body, was she supposed to strip herself and go to him to "eat" him?
Stubbornly looking at the beautiful illusion, she had never lost, no matter what the matter was. She raised her neck proudly and stood straight.
"Satisfied with what you see? The mausoleum I designed for myself." He sneered, but his green eyes were cold.
Wan Ou stared at him with wide eyes, her lips pale. "Your mausoleum..." Her heart was filled with disappointment, depression, shock, and confusion... A mixture of emotions that brought her mood to its lowest point.
"Do you deserve it?" Crystal - clear and exuding purity and romance everywhere, how could it be designed by such a devil?
His gaze seemed to penetrate her crystal - clear body like a thread. He said indifferently, "Aren't you enjoying it too?"
His arrogance made her hate him, yet she couldn't get rid of his control.
She and he, two living people, were indulging in passion and lingering in the mausoleum, while just beyond the crystal palace were the ancestors of the DuGu family. The feeling of shame hit her like a thunderbolt. She ignored him and, enduring the pain, quickly ran out.
The boundless darkness rushed towards her, with gusts of cold wind and mournful whines. There were also the white bones of the buried slaves after the collapse, giving off a faint blue light, like scattered stars. Clearly running forward, she somehow seemed to be retreating step by step.
Her body bumped into DuGu Lue behind her. Her body pressed tightly against his, and his hand wrapped around her waist. She could almost feel his cold body freezing her skin, pressing against her like a snowman. "Scared..."
She stared at him blankly, as if her thoughts had been drawn away.
He had never died, so of course he didn't know how to cherish his life. But Wan Ou was different. She was a soul in another body and cherished this hard - won life especially. Even if she was a chess piece, even if she had been humiliated. Only by being alive could there be new hope...
"We won't die." Seeing through her thoughts, he gently bit her earlobe and chuckled playfully.
No matter how cold he was, no matter how devilish he was, no matter how much he bullied her, at this moment, Wan Ou chose to believe him, simply because she needed this sentence from him, which was not a promise but better than a promise: We won't die.