Chapter 2: The Wedding Night II

  What a beautiful woman, a perfect and flawless woman, with such a delicate and weak body, should be well protected and cherished, shouldn't she? But as soon as he saw her face, he couldn't help but think of that detestable face, and the filthy blood flowing through this seemingly fragile and helpless body. At this thought, his sensual lips curled up into an icy arc, and his eyes were filled with profound chill.

  However, despite this, he still loved her. In these ten long years of experience, this obsessive waiting made his longing for her increase day by day. He was eager to make her his woman...

  She should have been his woman long ago...

  Xia Zi Li noticed the change in his expression, his black eyes were cold as a winter moonlit pool, deeply chilly and locked onto her without any extra emotional color, that chill made her whole body tremble.

  She suppressed the intense fear in her heart, gently shifted her body along the edge of the bed, avoiding his touch, adjusted the bright red wedding dress on her body, pretended to be calm, and gave him a gentle smile with her stunningly beautiful face, charming and enchanting, like a deep and bewildering poison that instantly sucked away all the energy from people.

  Sweet and mellow voice

  "Husband, we haven't drunk our wedding wine yet?"

  He withdrew his hand, and his dark, shiny eyes locked onto the face in front of him. He didn't say a word, but his cold gaze fixed on her.

  Xia Zi was made somewhat uncomfortable by his gaze, her body slightly softened, she took a deep breath and dodged his stare. She was afraid, deeply intimidated by the man in front of her, who seemed like a god with an awe-inspiring presence, tall and straight, exuding an aura that pressed down on her heavily, making her unable to defend herself.

  But still want to try it out ——

  On the table, two gold-rimmed cups were filled with transparent and icy liquid. She got up and walked closer, stretching out her white and slender index finger along the rim of the cup and gently inserting it. Her movements were elegant, trying to appear nonchalant. The bright red vermilion was striking, until the coldness spread to the entire fingertip, before she quickly withdrew it.

  "Husband——"

  She smiled slightly and sat down on the edge of the bed, sitting beside him. He didn't speak, his handsome and deep facial features were clear-cut, as he took the wine cup from her slender white hand.

  Looking at his overly calm expression, she felt a little uneasy, her hands slightly trembling.

  It was just an instant, and she suppressed her own panicked emotions.

  She sat beside him, her eyebrows slightly raised, her arms crossed, but her eyes were fixed intently on the wine glass in his hand. Seeing that he didn't seem to notice anything unusual, she finally relaxed, just as she was about to tilt her head back, a flash of movement appeared before her eyes, and her jaw suddenly felt a sharp pain. A handsome face beyond compare loomed large before her eyes, its icy rim pressed against her lips.

  "The princess, I still think it's more suitable for you to drink this cup of wine."

  "No"

  Before she could struggle, he gave a cold smile and forcefully pried open her jaw with his strong fingers, as if wanting to crush her entire mandible. Pain, piercing pain, coolness accompanied by the sweet aroma of wine rushed into her taste buds, down her throat and into her stomach.

  Cough. Cough...

  Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face a picture of pain, and tears began to flow.

  He gazed coldly at the face in front of him, where tears were surging, and saw a still lovely face, but his heart didn't stir up any ripples.

  She wanted to show off in front of him, but he didn't even bother to give her a glance.

  "Let me go—"

  She let out a loud roar at him, her eyes still red-rimmed, and with all her might, she tried to pry open the powerful palm that was pressed against her jaw.

  "Let go of you——?" His large palm easily grasped her small hand that was pushing him away, his sharp gaze pressed down, and his two good-looking sword-like eyebrows were furrowed together.

  "Do you think I will let you go?"

  He pulled her body in, effortlessly pinning down her entire body, hot breath spraying onto her face, his face dark and gloomy, his piercing eyes staring straight at her delicate and moving face, lifting up her small and beautiful chin, every word icy cold.

  "Don't struggle in vain, although I'm eager to wipe out the Xia family, but you are my queen, this life, you only belong to me—"

  She widened her eyes in shock, froze on the spot, with a buzzing sound in her ears, and her mind was as if struck by lightning. She looked up at him incredulously, he had just said what?

  It took her a long time to react, she screamed and pushed him away with one hand, her body was too soft, she quickly used her hands to support herself on the bed, barely stabilizing her body from falling to the ground.

  "You said you would let my father go—"

  He pulled her into his arms with one swift motion, his hand gently stroking the nape of her neck, gazing into her clear and pained eyes.

  "This king will not let you go, Xia Ziyu. Even if there was no evidence of your father's corruption and bribery, you still have no choice. Do you understand the meaning of a royal decree? It means that if you dare not to marry into the Yan Wangfu, your entire family will be buried with you for your momentary wilfulness."

  Xia Zi's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils dilated, and after a while, they contracted again. Her gaze was dazed, and her eyes wandered aimlessly.

  He suddenly exerted more force and pulled her in, his grip tightening, not showing any mercy as he pulled her into his arms, restraining her hands, while the other hand slowly lifted her chin, bringing her small face close to his. He leaned down, inch by inch, carefully examining the smooth, luminous, and flawless skin, but couldn't find a single blemish. Her large, bright eyes were clear and pure, without any impurities, her eyelashes curled up, and her small, plump lips were rosy and inviting.

  He gently pried open her half-red lips with his thumb and leaned in to cover them.

  "Don't"

  Warm lips touched, fragrant and soft, he used force to roll and suck, entwining and lingering, as if never satisfied, suddenly, a surge of passion, biting down hard on that plump bright red.

  She convulsed violently in his arms, but her mouth was covered by his, unable to cry out, only able to whimper in pain.

  Ow... ow... The thick, bloody smell spread between his lips and teeth, extending throughout his entire mouth. And he seemed to have suddenly gained interest, slowly biting down on those plump, crimson lips.

  He just wanted her to know that if she offended him, he wouldn't let her off easily. He wanted to savor her taste bit by bit.

  She was in so much pain that she gasped for breath, and tears rolled down her cheeks. This man, is he a pervert?! What made Xia Ziyu even more terrified was that all the strength in her body was slowly disappearing, bit by bit, as if all her muscles had been pulled out, and her hands hung limply like a kite without a string.

  "Is it rheumatism?"

  He expressionlessly asked, his body leaning in close, covering hers, and embracing her in his arms.

  "Get out!"

  She was shocked, angry and terrified.

  He gazed coldly at the enchanting red on her lips, and his face immediately turned dark.

  Get out, she actually has the nerve to tell him to get out. Doesn't she remember that he is her husband and the place she is in is his mansion, it's his territory as Prince Yan. Telling him to get out - she really dares!

  A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and with one angry hand, he slammed it heavily on the bedside next to her ear. Xia Ziyou's body trembled violently, her eyes wide with fear staring at him, her lower lip bitten tightly, unconsciously, as she slowly backed away, tears welling up in her watery eyes.

  "Let me try another sentence——"

  Fierce tone, eyes as if they are about to spit out fire

  She was terrified, her eyes wide with fear, two lines of clear tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes and into her hair. She shook her head hastily, knowing from the start that this man's intimidation was enough to subdue her just by his presence alone. The strong, cold and cruel aura emanating from him easily knocked her out, and in front of him, she didn't even have a bit of strength to fight back...

  The golden phoenix coronet, adorned with pearls and flowers, came undone, and the black silk hair cascaded down like a waterfall, falling onto the half-bare snowy shoulders. The soft and smooth strands spread out like ripples on a lake, scattering across the bright red bed sheets, creating an enchanting and alluring sight that was as beautiful and enticing as it could be.