Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"General, what do you say?"
Her voice, so soft and sweet, carried a coquettish, pampered tone.
The wicked fire that Yelyu Lie had barely suppressed surged up again from his lower abdomen.
He leaned forward, one knee pressing onto the bed, extending his long arm to pull the unguarded young girl back into his embrace.
Yun Chunnuan suddenly lifted her head, only to bump into his high nose.
A low growl escaped from his throat as Yelyu Lie forcefully pressed against her slightly parted soft lips, finally satisfying the authority he had wanted to exercise since he first saw her.
The man’s wild breath mingled with his slightly prickly stubble, rolled into her nostrils.
Yun Chunnuan felt as if the air in her chest was being sucked away by him; her porcelain white face grew redder and redder, whether from anger, shyness, or extreme lack of oxygen.
And!
He was biting her!
At the thought of how many women that mouth might have kissed before, Yun Chunnuan felt a wave of nausea.
As his long lashes drooped and his cold tongue was about to explore, Yun Chunnuan fiercely bit his lower lip.
Instantly, a taste of metallic sweetness spread from between their lips.
Yelyu Lie winced in pain but hadn’t yet savored her sweetness when his amber eyes snapped open, meeting her gaze full of resentment and disdain.
His thick brows furrowed as he abruptly pushed Yun Chunnuan away.
Without the support of those steady hands, Yun Chunnuan fell back onto the bed.
The pain made her wrinkle her upturned little nose, raise her chin, and glare at the man, "If you dare to act recklessly again without my consent, next time I’ll bite off your tongue!"
It’s hard to imagine that the girl who had just been sweetly coquettish with him now seemed like a different person.
Her upturned phoenix eyes bore an untouchable pride, though her pupils held fear, even tears, yet she remained full of presence.
Is this the proud Seventh Princess of Great Xia?
Because I didn’t give her a grand wedding?
The stronger Yun Chunnuan appeared, the more fear she felt inside as she watched the man beside her, his hammer-like fist gradually clenching...
If that fist came down, she would be pounded into a pulp, wouldn’t she?
Yun Chunnuan held her breath, watching the man’s every move with vigilance, all the while her small hand searched under the blanket for the sharp hairpin.
Suddenly, the man raised his hand, Yun Chunnuan instinctively shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes tightly.
The expected pain did not come; instead, a husky laugh drifted to her ears, "A grand wedding, right? I’ll prepare it, you’d better be worth it."
Yun Chunnuan lifted her gaze, catching sight of the man using his thumb to wipe away the bright red blood on his lip.
That pair of wild eyes stared at her, unblinking, "Tonight, it’s considered a family feast, you’ll attend, won’t you?"
Though the tone was questioning, Yun Chunnuan clearly saw the warning in his eyes.
Warning her this was the final line, not to be ungrateful.
Yun Chunnuan tried hard to make her voice sound less trembling, "Since it’s a family feast, of course, I have to attend."
She felt like she was walking on the edge of a knife, or pulling whiskers from a lion, who knows at what moment her life might be at risk.
"That’s good."
He turned away, his broad back like a small mountain, gradually fading from Yun Chunnuan’s sight.
As he passed the stone table in the room, with a bowl of chicken soup placed on it, he stopped and slightly turned his face, "Drink it clean, replenish your strength, so you have the vigor to bite off my tongue."