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Compared to the man who seemed ready to set himself ablaze, Xin'er was utterly terrified by his actions.
Today, Xin'er felt as if she were caught in a wave of shocks, one after another. First, she was startled by a horse, and then she witnessed a couple engaging in something that made her heart race and cheeks flush, which left her reeling.
However, at this moment, what frightened Xin'er the most was the man's current behavior.
The night was rippling with shadows, and the stars twinkled above them.
Not far away in the grass, there were indeed two people. Yet this man before her showed no restraint whatsoever. It seemed that the sight of the couple nearby had stirred something within him; his kiss was wild and fervent.
Xin'er felt as if this man were a bloodthirsty beast in the night, having caught its prey. In that instant, he showed no mercy, wanting to consume everything without leaving a trace behind...
And at this moment, she was the prey caught by this beast...
"Uh... no, please don't..."
Xin'er pushed against the man holding her tightly with all her strength, twisting her head in an attempt to escape his kiss.
But her efforts felt so feeble before him. The man didn’t even seem to notice her struggles.
Moreover, the sounds coming from not far away grew increasingly intense.
The man's heavy breaths and the woman's soft gasps reached a peak. The volume was such that it was impossible not to listen.
Upon hearing those seductive sounds, the man responded with even more fervent kisses.
His hands were powerful, one gripping Xin'er's head tightly while the other embraced her slim waist, rendering her completely immobile.
Even the sounds they made were faint, as delicate as a whisper, pitifully weak.
Gradually, Xin'er stopped struggling.
The man's kiss was so domineering and wild that slowly, Xin'er's strength began to dissipate. In the end, she could only melt into him like a puddle of spring water, soft and yielding in his embrace.
At that moment, Xin'er was overwhelmed by his kiss, feeling dizzy and blank-minded, unable to think, hear, or see anything.
She didn't even notice when the couple nearby had left.
Nor did she realize when the man had laid her down on the soft grass.
Finally, when she felt a chill creeping over her body, the dazed Xin'er slowly regained her senses.
When she saw what was happening before her eyes, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, completely stunned.
She realized that somehow, she was lying on the soft grass.
That wasn't what mattered; what mattered was—when had her outer garment been removed!?
Looking at the white dress that had already slipped away beneath her feet, Xin'er was taken aback.
When she glanced down at herself, clad only in a thin, snow-white embroidered bodice adorned with Magnolia, Xin'er gasped in shock. Without thinking, she crossed her arms tightly over her chest to cover herself.
However, what Xin'er didn't realize was that the beauty of her form had long been seen clearly by the man.
This only made him more captivated, as desire surged within him, rising steadily to his head.
The moonlight was pure and bright, and the evening breeze blew gently.
On the grass lay the girl, her figure exquisite and delicate. This was the scene.
Her skin was like fine jade, smooth and flawless; her black hair flowed like silk, enchanting and alluring.
Although the girl still wore a bodice at that moment, the thin fabric did little to conceal her beauty.
What fascinated the man even more was that the white bodice was embroidered with his favorite Magnolia.
Since childhood, he had been madly in love with Magnolias and had planted many Magnolia trees around his home.
Perhaps his obsession stemmed from a memory from his youth.
In that memory, there was a little girl who was so sweet and lovely, small and delicate—just like the pure white Magnolia that exuded a fragrant scent!
Every time he stood beneath the Magnolia tree, admiring its beauty, his heart was actually filled with thoughts of the little girl he had shared innocent childhood moments with.
Over the years, he had continuously sent people to search for any news about that girl.
However, all they reported was that after she left with her mother to Shangzhou, there were no further leads.
He had thought that in this lifetime, he would never find out what happened to that little girl. Yet unexpectedly, she appeared.
He recalled the fleeting glimpse he had caught of her at Drunken Indulgence.
The little girl from that day had grown up, transforming from a sweet and adorable child into the alluring Young Lady she was now.
She was so charming and delicate, reminiscent of a cute little white rabbit.
Especially when she looked at him with those wet, clear eyes filled with fear and trepidation.
Such a captivating gaze could soften even the hardest of hearts.
Leng Yixuan thought to himself, his eyes lingering on the young lady's chest.
Though she crossed her arms over her bosom, she remained blissfully unaware that this action only accentuated her curves, making them appear even fuller and rounder. It made him restless, longing to step forward, pull her hands away, and firmly caress her soft form.
The more he thought about it, the more tense he felt beneath him.
Xin'er was also aware of this.
At that moment, the man was pressing down on her, their bodies intimately connected.
Xin'er felt something hard between her tightly pressed legs, continuously pressing against her.
With each subtle impact and friction from the man, that hard object seemed to grow hotter and larger...
Although the man was still wearing clothes, after what had just happened, Xin'er realized what that hard object was that kept rubbing against her.
It was the man's...
At this thought, Xin'er couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Oh my god!
Xuan...
In contrast to Xin'er's astonishment, Leng Yixuan noticed her expression.
Though he did not want to force Xin'er into anything she was unwilling to do,
he now felt like an arrow drawn back on a bowstring.
He was really struggling...
"Xin'er, I..."
"Xuan, don't!"
Perhaps sensing the man's intentions, Xin'er was even more frightened, like a startled little white rabbit. She hugged her chest tightly and kept twisting her body, trying to break free and escape.
However, she was completely unaware that the man, under the influence of his suppressed desires, found her constant wriggling and rubbing only intensified his longing.
Leng Yixuan felt that the girl lying beneath him was simply a seductive little enchantress.
Usually, the girl appeared pure and innocent, like a fairy untouched by the mortal world, someone one would cherish and protect as if afraid she might break. He felt an overwhelming sense of affection for her.
But now, the girl’s slightly disheveled hair added to her allure.
With her arms crossed over her chest, she seemed to be both rejecting and inviting at once, incredibly tempting!
What was most captivating were her wet, beautiful eyes.
They held clarity, innocence, fear, and trepidation—like a little rabbit encountering a big bad wolf, terrified and panicked. This stirred something deep within him, making him want to protect her while simultaneously feeling an overwhelming urge to devour her completely.
“Xin'er, I love you. I really want you...”
The man's voice was hoarse, strained by suppressed desire, making it even more enticing on this enchanting night.
However, the girl felt even more frightened upon hearing this.
She shivered, nearly on the verge of tears.
After all, Xin'er had never experienced such matters between men and women, nor did she understand those feelings.
Yet, thinking back to the scene she had just witnessed—the couple where the woman repeatedly begged for mercy, saying no—there was an undeniable pleasure in her gasps.
The man had transformed into a wolf, relentlessly pursuing the woman.
It seemed both of them truly enjoyed that kind of thing.
But she was afraid.
She didn’t know whether such things were good or bad.
However, she thought that those kinds of things should only be done by married people, right!?
So now, she was unwilling!
"No, Xuan, I don't want to..."
Although it was not easy to refuse this man, Xin'er still spoke up to decline.
At that moment, although Xin'er felt very scared, her tone was filled with determination and hesitation.
Upon hearing this, Leng Yixuan felt a pang of disappointment in his heart, but in the end, he held back.
Struggling against the tension and pain beneath him, Leng Yixuan let out a deep sigh and collapsed directly onto Xin'er, startling her greatly.
Later, Xin'er realized that the man was simply holding her tightly but had stopped moving entirely.
Seeing this, her previously frantic heart gradually calmed down.
"Xuan!?"
"Just like this, let me hold you for a moment. I won't move a muscle until you say you want me to," he said, his voice hoarse and low, tinged with a sense of loss and restraint.
Upon hearing this, Xin'er froze for a moment, then suddenly felt something warm dripping onto her face as if something hot had fallen on her.
At first, she thought it was raining, but then she realized that rain wouldn't be warm. After a moment's thought, she wondered—had the man been crying!?
Thinking of this, Xin'er felt a surge of panic.
Could it be that because she rejected the man's request, he ended up crying!?
Is that really the case!?
Xin'er was confused.
However, her mind wandered back to the couple on the grass just moments ago.
The man was panting heavily, like a wild beast, as he collided with the woman...
Yet, from the man's expression, it was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Could it be that such things truly make a man feel pleasure, and when unattainable, cause immense pain!?
With this thought in mind, Xin'er hesitated. Should she help Xuan now!?
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