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Seeing the faint flash of desire in his expression, in an instant, Luo Shang's face flushed red. Her two dimples looked as if they had been dyed with fragrant peach blossoms, and as they were about to bloom under the bath, her charming eyes quickly avoided his gaze.

Unexpectedly, the man seemed to be able to penetrate her thoughts at first glance. His seductive fingertip lightly lifted her smooth and tender lower jaw and slightly raised it. Those extremely perceptive eyes leisurely and elegantly stared at her.

"How long are you going to hide from me like this? One day? One year? Or a lifetime? " There was an enchanting smile on his lips and his tone was very light. However, one could easily hear the hidden bitterness and dissatisfaction in his tone.

Luo Shang initially did not want to answer him, but the man would not give up, and so she could only say coldly: "If possible, I hope that she will be the last one."

Leng Shaoyu's devilish face and forehead faintly surfaced a faint "chuan" word. Then, he paused for a moment, then said with a light smile: "My life, isn't it a little too long?"

Her slender fingers loosened their grip on Yan Ruoyun's sharp lower jaw, stroking her snow-white face as she slowly bent her head down and whispered into her ear, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait that long."

Slowly, his hand slid down the side of her face, and touched her skin, which was as cold as snow. However, wherever he passed, it felt as light as a snowflake falling, and his half-bent fingers brushed against her alluring collarbone.

Luo Shang moved his hands away in disgust, but under his suppression, there was no possibility of escaping, and Leng Shaoyu would not give her that chance.

She didn't beg him to let her off. She also knew that no matter how much she begged him, there wouldn't be any other result other than adding to her humiliation.

He silently bit his lips, and his red eyes gradually closed.

Seeing that she submitted, the man smiled. However, when he placed his hand on her waist all the way to her lower abdomen, the woman suddenly struggled again. Her resistance was more like a catalyst, reigniting the man's desire to conquer her.

"Don't …" She looked at him imploringly.

His eyes were extremely moving when looking at him, making it hard for people to reject her, but at the same time, Leng Shaoyu would not let her go, he was too arrogant, if he did not train him, he was afraid that he would never be able to touch her again.

"Leng Shaoyu moved closer to her, the charms of his words were filled with gentleness. "Be good, I will properly love you."

"Don't... Don't... Leng Shaoyu, please don't... "

In the midst of her tears, she allowed the man to untie her clothes.

Her body was cold and filled with unwillingness, sparkling and translucent at the corners of her eyes.

Under his touch, Luo Shang shrunk her body, and asked unhappily after hearing his cold voice: "What's going on?"

What he asked was the mark on her shoulder. Luo Shang did not reply, but tears had flowed down her cheeks.

The man's expression naturally changed. His graceful and handsome face was filled with obscurity. He knitted his long and narrow eyebrows, and in addition to the anger in his eyes, there was also regret and heartache.

Before she could answer, he lowered his voice as if he had lost his patience. " "Answer me." The hand pressing onto her other shoulder felt a bit of force following the sound, but seeing that Luo Shang was in pain, he couldn't help but lower her strength.

"Tell me, who did it?"

Her body was already white and tender, and the slightest scar would leave a mark. Moreover, this scar was so deep, perhaps it would be very difficult to remove it.

"What's the point of asking these questions now?" Luo Shang smiled bitterly. At that time, when Situ Jingyu was torturing her, where was he?

Luo Shang did not blame him for giving power to Situ Jingyu, but she blamed him for not letting go of her family even when she was in so much pain, was she the one who did not pay back enough of her debts? Or did he think that all of her injuries were natural, and that she could bear it?

In Luo Shang's opinion, his current inquiry was merely sprinkling another handful of salt on her wound, and it had added another deep scar to her scarred body and heart.

That's all.

Leng Shaoyu looked at the eye-catching red scar, his heart aching, as he breathed heavily. "If that's not the case, are you planning to not speak up?"

He frowned, his warm eyes filled with complicated emotions. How much more do you have that you're hiding from me? "

She looked up at him. But even in her cold and proud eyes, the man still caught a hint of sadness. He heard her say mockingly: "Prince Jin wants to use your lofty authority to pity me?"

The man had a face that was as sharp as a knife. His black eyes were bright. He looked solemn, but was like a cold star. He had a straight nose, and his lips were as calm as his heart, but also as cold as ice.

He looked at her in silence for a moment, then said, "You know I want to care about you."

"Do you care?" Luo Shang smiled foolishly. Are you concerned or is it your selfish, domineering possessiveness? Prince Jin is clearer than anyone else. "

The man's face darkened a little. Luo Shang could always ignite his anger at any time, no matter how much he endured.

"Luo Shang —" Leng Shaoyu interrupted her. I am your husband, and I should know about your matters. "

"My husband wanted me to live in despair and kill my family. Is that so? Leng Shaoyu, what qualifications do you have to say that you are my husband? "

"Do you have to be so stubborn? Luo Shang. " He knew she had guts, but did she have to hold on to it for the rest of her life?

Seeing her grumbling eyes, Leng Shaoyu didn't speak anymore. He covered her naked body with a blanket, turned around, put on some clothes and got off the bed. He stood by the bed and looked at her for a long time without saying anything.

Luo Shang held onto her blanket, and her tears silently rolled down …

The autumn night was too long. Along with the chilly wind, it was day.

In front of the dressing table, Luo Shang quietly looked at the face in the copper mirror that no longer resembled her own. While she was in a daze, she heard the servant girl outside say with a happy heart: "Esteemed wangfei, who are you looking at?"

Luo Shang put down the ivory jade comb in her hands, and gradually stood up. The light and light footsteps were urgent, and it was only when the person appeared at the door that Luo Shang's cold expression eased up.

When the woman saw her, she immediately rushed over and hugged her without caring about her status, calling her "Princess".

After a long while, she wiped the tears off her face. She couldn't help but stick her head out with a pleasant smile. She opened her eyes wide in disappointment and asked, "Princess, you won't forget me, right?"

Seeing Luo Shang's blurry eyes, she pouted her mouth and spoke word by word: "This servant is Xiao Zhu, that girl from the backyard."

"The person you saved …" The Xiao Zhu looked at her pitifully as she kept explaining, afraid that Luo Shang would really forget about him.

Luo Shang smiled. "I remember."