NFBE Chapter 241
Chapter 241
Perhaps unable to bear it any longer, her snow-white body began to tremble slightly, and her originally pale lips lost all color, turning completely white.
Nalan Jingwen looked at his desperately restrained appearance, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. He inadvertently glanced at his clenched hand and noticed that in the night, a few strands of black hair were wrapped around his pale fingertips, leaving faint red marks, like the red thread symbolizing marriage. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice them.
Her gaze fell upon that face as white as jade and as pure as snow, with exquisite and distinct features, each inch flawless. The silvery moonlight shone on his face, softening his originally aloof features, making him appear gentler and more approachable than before.
But it was only a little bit, only in front of Nalan Jingwen.
Before Nalan Jingwen could make a move, his dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, only to meet a pair of cold, dark pupils.
Nalan Jingwen just looked at him like that, as if examining an object, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only emptiness remained.
For some reason, his heart trembled violently, as if someone had clenched it tightly. The momentary suffocation caused fine beads of sweat to appear on his snow-white forehead, which slowly seeped into his clothes on the ground, leaving no trace.
Xue Qingheng's pale lips moved slightly, but her body was numb and cold from being in the cold wind for too long, and she couldn't move.
He looked at her, his lips moving but no sound coming out. He wanted to tell her not to look at him like that, that he couldn't bear it.
But he doesn't seem to have the right to say such things.
So he could only gaze at her, a sorrowful and desolate feeling slowly rising in his eyes. An indescribable emotion gradually welled up from the bottom of his heart. He stiffly turned his head, barely managing to block the tears that were quietly sliding down his cheeks.
He would not hide anything from Nalan Jingwen; everything he had belonged to her, and he did not care even if they were naked together now.
But he didn't want her to see his tears just now, perhaps because he wanted to maintain his only dignity in front of her and make himself look less pathetic.
Nalan Jingwen didn't care about him, so naturally she didn't see him shed tears. Even if she had, she wouldn't have felt any emotion.
She had seen too many men shed tears. Some cried so pitifully that it was like pear blossoms in the rain, some cried so stubbornly that it was heartbreaking, and some were just putting on an act with their intentions too obvious. There were so many that she had almost forgotten them. She didn't have that many extra emotions to spare for others.
Perhaps her patience had run out, she looked away and began to circulate her energy, but the force was obviously much stronger than last time, causing him pain. Her profound energy was running wildly in her body, and with the double stimulation to her body, Xue Qingheng could not control himself and let out broken, unbearable groans.
Nalan Jingwen frowned, showing no mercy. Her fair and strong fingers pinched his snow-white waist with great force, leaving a glaring red mark. As time passed, the broken skin became red and swollen, and a stinging pain came. Xue Qingheng didn't even have the strength to notice.
Nalan Jingwen disliked being touched, so he was even less likely to ask her to be gentler or to change the location of the abuse.
This breakthrough did not bring him joy; instead, it filled him with bitterness, and his already pale face became even more translucent.
It was as if this was not a love affair, but a form of torture.
In the fleeting glimpse of Nalan Jingwen's furrowed brows, Xue Qingheng's heart skipped a beat. Ignoring the pain in her body, she used her arm to block out another groan that was about to escape her lips.
The prominent veins on his fair wrists were visible, as if they were fragile. The lower half of his face was covered, revealing only his tearful, red eyes. His dark eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes, concealing all the emotions within them.
Nalan Jingwen saw his movements, but his expression remained unchanged. He slowly loosened his grip on Nalan Jingwen's waist and then grasped Nalan Jingwen's wrist. The man beneath him suddenly trembled, but did not open his eyes. He was stubborn and aloof.
She knew that Xue Qingheng was proud and aloof at heart. He couldn't tolerate anyone but himself, and he even disdained to deal with mortals. If it weren't for searching for her, he would never have descended to the mortal realm, much less become the so-called Imperial Advisor.
His pride wouldn't allow him to show such a disheveled and vulnerable side, but it was because of her that he was able to endure until now.
Therefore, the best way to humiliate Xue Qingheng is to shatter his arrogance and trample him into the mud.
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing suddenly seemed to remember something, pried open his tightly clenched fingers, and tried to pull the strand of hair from his hand.
Xue Qingheng suddenly opened his eyes, his body instinctively becoming alert. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes, his palms clenched tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white. This was his instinctive reaction, but as if he suddenly realized something, the murderous intent in his eyes vanished in an instant, returning to normal, but a sense of vigilance still lingered.
He stared intently at Nalan Jingwen, but the latter remained unmoved, forcefully prying open his fingers one by one, attempting to retrieve those few strands of hair.
This time, Xue Qingheng did not let go or back down, and her strength was so great that she began to tremble.
But he dared not use force, fearing he might hurt Nalan Jingwen. He could only watch helplessly as his fingers were pried open. Something seemed to shatter in his eyes, and a look of panic appeared on his usually expressionless face.
His pale lips trembled slightly, and as Nalan Jingwen was about to pry his hands off completely, he let out a faint, trembling breath.
"don't want……"
Don't do that... at least don't do that...
Nalan Jingwen stopped, looked up at him, and saw that Xue Qingheng's fair face was already covered with tears, but his red eyes were stubbornly looking at her, with a hint of pleading in them.
What should he ask her for? Should he ask her not to take away the only thing he could cling to, or should he ask her not to treat him like this?
Is he afraid of pain? Xue Qingheng is not afraid of pain, but now he feels pain all over his body. Even the humiliation he suffered at the hands of Nalan Jingwen just now did not hurt as much as he does now.
Looking at him like this, Nalan Jing suddenly felt extremely sorry for him, even though this word was the last thing that should be used to describe him.
She suddenly lost interest and felt bored. She stopped fighting for those few pitiful strands of hair, quickly completed her breakthrough, tidied her clothes, and turned to leave.
He took two steps and suddenly stopped without even turning his head. His voice was extremely cold, devoid of any warmth in the chilly night.
"This is a warning. If you do it again, you'll be sent back."
Having said that, he left without pausing for a moment, using his internal energy.
Only the cold wind remained, blowing the snow-white clothes on the ground, scattering them haphazardly.
This is a warning to him not to forget his place, and even more importantly, not to forget what he should and shouldn't do.
What happened today was that he crossed the line.
Xue Qingheng lay on the ground, her eyes empty and desolate. There were mottled purplish marks on both sides of her waist, and some were red and swollen, like a rag doll that had been abandoned.
His dark eyes rolled as he slowly sat up. Instead of immediately covering his battered body with his clothes, he lowered his head and looked at his palms.
In the palm of my hand, those few strands of hair lay quietly.
He gazed for a long time, then finally clenched his fist against his chest, took a breath, and a faint smile curved his lips.