Chapter 1230 - I Love You (3)

Chapter 1230: I Love You (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

His vision turned dark, he wouldn’t be able to see her once he blindfolded himself.

“Lingling, I’ll help you take your clothes off.” He lifted his hand, undoing the top button.

This time, Feng Lingxue didn’t resist. She just let him take her clothes off. Her clothes dropped on the ground and Xuan Ying stopped. “Can you take off the rest by yourself?”

She still had her underwear on.

Feng Lingxue didn’t speak, she just took off her underwear, walking under the rain shower to bathe.

Xuan Ying stood there without moving. When someone couldn’t see, their other senses would be enhanced. He could hear the water sounds coming from inside the shower.

He was a healthy man and hearing the sounds of the woman he loved bathing, he was powerless to stop his waist from going numb.

There was a loud bang in the shower.

“Lingling, what happened? Did you fall down?”

Xuan Ying’s expression changed, he quickly strode over. Feng Lingxue hadn’t fallen, she was merely trying to reach for the bottle of shampoo and it fell onto the ground.

She was just about to crouch over to pick it up when Xuan Ying walked inside, stretching out his arm to pick her up.

Feng Lingxue staggered backwards, her calf hitting the rim of the bathtub and she fell backwards.

“Ah!”

Xuan Ying instantly took off the blindfold, stretching out his arm to catch her waist. Both of them fell into the bathtub. When they fell, he held her head and protected it while his shoulder knocked into the rim of the bathtub and instantly went numb.

But he had no expression on his face, quickly stabilizing himself before lowering his eyes to check on the woman in his arms. “Lingling, are you fine? Are you okay?”

Feng Lingxue’s face was really pale, it was almost sickly but her skin was still soft and silky, she was a natural beauty. She lifted her head, looking at Xuan Ying with watery eyes, as though she was a frightened deer.

With her lips slightly pouted and her wet hair over her shoulders, she was inexplicably charming.

Xuan Ying took a glance at her, freezing for a moment. They were both in the bathtub and he held her shoulder, a smooth and satiny feeling in his hands.

Not only the hideous-looking scars, his low self-esteem, insecurities and everything negative about him back from the days at the Ah Jiao’s Room had been revealed to her.

He had no capability of providing her with a better life back then, so he was really insecure, constantly worried that she would leave him.

Now that he was powerful enough, he had tortured her, humiliated her.

He loved her in such a toxic way. He was selfish and controlling. It was not only that he didn’t trust her, but from the very start, he had already suspected her.

But she hadn’t let go of his hand even in her toughest times.

He was the most contemptible person. So he could only deserve to live in the darkness in the future.

He didn’t deserve to have her, such a beautiful her.

“I’ll go out first,” he said before stretching his legs to walk away.

Walking over, with his hand on the doorknob, he was about to open the door.

Then suddenly, Feng Lingxue got up, charging over to hug his trim waist from the back. Xuan Ying’s body stiffened.

Feng Lingxue hugged him tightly, her hands moving up to hold his shoulders, coming up on her tiptoes to kiss his right cheek. She started kissing the scars on his face.

Xuan Ying’s pupils contracted violently, his muscles tensing up as he started breathing heavily.

Gasp.

She planted her lips on the scars all over his face, kissing them gently and she even licked it with the tip of her tongue.

These scars on his face had caused him immense pain for the past three years, but now, her gentle kisses really healed him.

Furrowing his brows, Xuan Ying gasped for air as his chest heaved up and down. The silver mask in his hand dropped on the ground.

As he slowly stretched out his arm, he held her hands and turned around. Pulling a clean towel over, he draped it over her shoulders, making sure she wouldn’t be cold.

“Lingling... don’t be so good to me...”

The two were close together, their breathing both heavy. Xuan Ying’s voice was deep as he pleaded.

‘Don’t be too good to me...’

In response, Feng Lingxue stood up on her toes, kissing the scars on his face once again. This time, Xuan Ying couldn’t hold it in, he turned his head, capturing her soft lips and pulling her close.