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?”Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

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.

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.