Chapter 1192 - Let Me Dance for You
Chapter 1192: Let Me Dance for You
Xuan Ying pinched her jaw, forcing her to turn her face. He was irritated, but once his gaze landed on her face, he froze.
Her face was covered in tears.
She was crying.
His heart wrenched in pain, it really hurt but he showed a sardonic smile. “Why are you crying? You’re feeling aggrieved that I’m marrying Shi Xiaoxiao?”
Feng Lingxue sobbed quietly, looking at him with teary eyes.
“What do you want? You want me to marry you? Do you even know how hard it was for me to get to this position? I had to risk my life to exchange for this glory. If I were to marry you, the top social escort of Ah Jiao’s Room, as my Duchess, what can you do for me? How are you going to help me?
“Shi Xiaoxiao’s father is a great general who wields enormous influence. If I marry her, I don’t need to work as hard but how about you? You betrayed me once and forsook me, isn’t it enough that I’ve given you another chance?”
He shouted at her so vehemently. Every word was a fact, he hadn’t exaggerated anything at all. He probably had no idea that those words were just like knives, slicing her heart. No…
She just felt… a little sad, a little aggrieved.
Call her greedy, call her selfish. She just… didn’t really want him to marry another woman. She knew that she shouldn’t cry, she didn’t deserve to cry. No, crying would only invite sarcasm and humiliation from him.
But she just couldn’t stop those tears, she felt like her heart was bleeding.
Feng Lingxue looked at him with teary eyes. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, I’m useless, I can’t… help you…”
The sounds of her sobbing rang in his ears and it was grating.
He really wasn’t planning to say those words.
But once his heart ached, he would unconsciously want to cause her pain too.
He didn’t mean to.
He was Silver Mask King, a man who spent only three years becoming the same level as the West Duke, Lu Yeming. He wasn’t someone who needed a woman’s support.
“Wipe your tears, if you’re going to continue crying, then scram and go back to your room! You’re spoiling my mood!”
After cursing, Xuan Ying slammed the door and left.
…
He had left.
Feng Lingxue quickly wiped her tears frantically, she wanted to stop crying.
But more tears came out after she wiped them.
She knew that she had nothing to her name. No family background, no influence, no status. She knew nothing. She was sold to Ah Jiao’s Room at a young age and had been living there ever since. She hadn’t learned anything else, other than those tricks to pleasure men.
She really wanted to step out of Ah Jiao’s Room and explore the outside world, she wanted to learn something new.
She wanted to go to school.
Forget it.
She had no chance at all. There was no way she could offer any help to him.
All these years, he had to go through a rocky path these years, she didn’t want to trouble him anymore. She originally planned to… depend on him, to get him to save her Mu Mu, but now, she really felt that she was being so shameless, so ridiculous.
Miss Shi was a better fit for him.
Feng Lingxue stopped tearing up. She took off her clothes, standing under the rain shower. Lathering herself with soap, she made sure to wash herself clean before changing into the negligee.
She had nothing else she could offer to him.
So she could only pleasure him.
…
Stepping out of the bathroom, Feng Lingxue noticed the lights in the room weren’t switched on. With the moonlight shining through the curtains, an imposing figure sat on the bed.
Xuan Ying leaned against the bed frame, one leg bent as he held a cigarette between his fingers, puffing on it.
The smoke surrounded him and his handsome face was hidden in the darkness. He was relaxed, exuding a wasted sexiness.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, he clearly heard it but he didn’t even look at her. Feng Lingxue walked in front, going on the bed and she climbed onto him.
Xuan Ying stretched his legs out and she sat on his muscular lap.
Pressing his hand, she said, “Stop smoking.”
Xuan Ying exhaled a puff of smoke. “What should I do if I don’t smoke?”
Feng Lingxue hugged his neck, kissing his lips. “Mm, let me dance for you.”
“Dance?”
“Mm, I don’t know anything about power rivalry and I can’t help you with that. I only know how to dance.”
With the moonlight that shone in the room, Xuan Ying noticed her eyes and nose were red. She wore a sexy negligee, revealing her delicate shoulders.
She said that she knew nothing else.
She indeed knew nothing.
No one had taught her anything.
She was actually intelligent, she just needed a little guidance to learn things, but she hadn’t received any opportunity to learn at all.
All she knew was those pathetic tricks to pleasure men. Men would only sleep with her, but not marry her.
Xuan Ying didn’t speak. Feng Lingxue got down from his lap, she started dancing.
It wasn’t an erotic dance, but one that was elegant and beautiful. She started spinning around, her negligee making beautiful waves.
Xuan Ying brought the cigarette to his lips, taking several puffs and unknowingly, he finished smoking a cigarette. Throwing the cigarette stub in the ashtray, he stretched his arm out, pulling her arm.
Feng Lingxue’s soft body fell into his arms.
“What are you doing? You are on your period and can’t do anything with me, and yet you’re flirting with me?” His voice was husky.
Feng Lingxue hugged his neck, leaning forward to kiss his lips. She took the initiative, licking his lips before letting her tongue dance around in his mouth.
Xuan Ying’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He suddenly had a change in thoughts. Men wouldn’t only just sleep with her once, once they sleep with her, they wouldn’t want to get off her bed and would want to just indulge in debauchery.
Running his fingers through her long hair, holding the back of her head he began kissing her passionately. It was a dark, cold night but they were both going to melt while kissing each other.
Feng Lingxue suddenly pushed him away, looking at him with seductive eyes.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
Feng Lingxue kissed him again, but her red lips slowly progressed downwards…
…
After everything ended, Feng Lingxue rested on his chest.
Xuan Ying touched her swollen lips, moving closer to kiss her forehead. “Go to sleep.”
“Mm, goodnight.” Feng Lingxue closed her eyes.
But she hadn’t fallen asleep, she couldn’t bear to sleep. She treasured his warm chest, those lovely times, since tomorrow… everything was going to end…
Feng Lingxue didn’t open her eyes, she had no idea a pair of inky eyes was on her throughout the night.
Beside her, Xuan Ying hadn’t fallen asleep either, he continued looking at her.
His gaze was complicated.
…
The next morning.
Feng Lingxue wrote a note and sent it to her father, North Duke—-I will act on it tonight.