Translator: TheWhiteBook
Bai Weiwei struggled but her strength was too insignificant, Mu Yanjun easily suppressed her powerless rejection.
Although Bai Weiwei already had the identity of the Empress Dowager, her age when she entered the palace was still young, and she had only been the Empress Dowager for only one year. At the age of eighteen she was still in the most beautiful time for girls.
Hair dark as ink, skin pale as snow, wherever his fingers touched it was all delicate and smooth. When she shivered, her eyes were no longer as calm and righteous as they were before.
It was overflowing with a vulnerability and panic that he could control.
Mu Yanjun coveted this, with a smirk he said: “Isn’t the Empress Dowager’s very eloquent? If you beg me for clemency, as I’m in a good mood, perhaps I will let you go.”
Bai Weiwei was forced by his fondling actions to the point of no return. Her eyes were watery, but she still refused to say a word for forgiveness.
Mu Yanjun’s fingers came to her chest, and her outer clothes were stripped away by him. His fingertips pressed the knot of her light green dudou1. “If you don’t ask for mercy, I will untie this knot.”
Bai Weiwei’s eyelashes fluttered. She bit her lip and her eyes contained a fierce struggle.
In the end, she seemed to resign herself. She lost her strength and leaned her head back and to the side, revealing her creamy neck. Like a sacrifice, pure and innocent with a bewildering enticement.
Mu Yanjun’s throat tightened, and his eyes deepened. An unknown twisted urgency seized his senses, and made him feel incomparably pleasant.
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at -25.】
Bai Weiwei moved her lips, just when he thought she couldn’t contain her unsightliness and would plead for mercy.
Her voice came as cold as a stone “If you want to untie it, then untie it. Even if I am stripped naked and thrown into the snow, I will not beg you one sentence.”
Mu Yanjun had just begun to feel pleased and it was ruined by her words.
Bai Weiwei had recovered her impassive look just now. “Do you think that physical torture can make me yield? You’re dreaming.”
Mu Yanjun was annoyed. His fingers moved, and directly opened her dudou exposing a vast snow colored landscape, bare and uncovered.
Bai Weiwei’s eyes flickered, although she tried her best not to be fearful, but she could not control her body’s light trembling.
Mu Yanjun laughed icily, and tried to suppress the strange impulse to gaze at the girl’s body. He said darkly: “Then as you said, you will be stripped and thrown into the snow.”
When he finished, he got up and reached for her.
He didn’t expect that Bai Weiwei, who was originally weak, would suddenly yank herself out of his grip and throw her body at the cell wall head first.
This collision possessed no indecision at all.
An impact like that would undoubtedly end in death.
Mu Yanjun was shocked by her unexpected action. He didn’t even think about it before he had already arrived by her side, reached out for her waist and embraced her whole person.
This hug was incredibly soft and had a completely different feeling from her stubborn and tough eyes. Mu Yanjun lost his spirit a moment. Bai Weiwei had took the opportunity to break free from his arms, and she fled quickly in embarrassment to the corner.
She held her messy clothes, and shrank in the corner, her eyes red as she glared at him.
Wronged and helpless, but unwilling to surrender.
Mu Yanjun suddenly remembered that he also had such an attitude when he began to be bullied in the palace.
He refused to give in.
But was covered with scars.
He showed a sinister smile as he walked up to her. He bent down and touched her face.
“You want to die, I’m not inclined to let you die.”
Bai Weiwei suddenly grabbed his hand and viciously bit down. The tip of her teeth broke the skin on the back of his hand and his blood flowed out.
1: An undergarment shaped similarly to an apron.↩