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I have this feeling that the substance flowing quietly through my veins has long ceased to be blood; it has all turned into gasoline, just waiting for a spark to ignite a raging fire that would instantly turn me to ash.
The moment that pill went down, it suddenly ignited the gasoline coursing through my body, and the heat was almost unbearable.
Ruo Chanjuan let go of me, dropping me to the ground. To my surprise, an unusual sensation began to spread from the lower part of my body upward. Something within me was expanding infinitely, while another part left me feeling intensely hollow, as if yearning for something missing to fill and complete me.
This is bad; this must be the true power of the drug!
The strange feeling intensified within me, but I had mentally prepared for this long ago. I gritted my teeth and endured, refusing to lose my composure in front of my rival.
Ruo Chanjuan's lips curled slightly as she smiled gently.
"This poison has no antidote," she said, extending her finger to lightly trace along my neck, sliding down the curve of my back until it reached my waist.
It was unbelievable; the touch of that vile woman's fingers ignited an unbearable shiver within me.
"But living in misery is better than dying. You definitely don’t want to die, do you?"
I opened my mouth and bit down hard on my own lip.
The pain spread through me, filling my mouth with a metallic taste. I felt blood trickle from the corner of my mouth; this pain brought me back to reality. In a sudden burst of defiance, I swung my hand back and slapped her hard across the face.
She hadn’t expected such a reaction from me at that moment, and after receiving the sharp slap, she was completely stunned.
When she regained her senses, she suddenly erupted into maniacal laughter.
Ruo Chanjuan clapped her hands, and suddenly several burly men appeared in the dungeon. They were dressed in black and looked at me with greedy eyes.
To my horror, I found that seeing them did not evoke much shame or fear; instead, an uncontrollable desire surged within me.
"Still pretending to be high and mighty? Really, are you not going to cry? Do you want to beg me?" Ruo Chanjuan sneered as she twisted a lock of my hair with her fingers. "Hmm, I wonder what you want to beg for—whether it's for me to let you go or for them to get on with it?"
My nails dug painfully into my palms. No matter how strong I had resolved to be before this moment, I wasn’t sure if I could truly endure it now. But at this moment, I had no choice; I would never give in. I, Ye Zhenzhen, have never given up!
I bore all that was unbearable and stared directly into her eyes, shouting at her: "I will never give you the satisfaction of seeking death! No matter what humiliation I suffer today, I will still be with Qiu. He is mine, and he will never abandon me!"
"Shut up!" Ruo Chanjuan suddenly stood up as if she had gone mad, delivering a fierce kick to my chest that made my vision darken and a metallic taste rise in my throat. I was already lying on the ground, and now I could barely hold myself up.
"You shameless wretch!" She turned and quickly walked toward the prison door. "Since that's the case, enjoy yourself. This filthy scene is too much for my eyes; I can't bear to watch. I'll just listen to you cry and beg for mercy from outside!"
With that, she vanished.
The fire pit in the dungeon had been lit, and now the dark cell was left with just me... and a few unfamiliar men.
Panic surged within me; my earlier defiance had only been because my rival was present. But now, I suddenly felt an overwhelming impulse.
It was a desire to die. I wished I had a sword in hand, so I could swiftly plunge it into my own chest.
But I had no sword; it was left at Qingliang Temple. My dagger was also gone, taken along with my clothes by Ruo Chanjuan. I had nothing—only a sheer red gauze draped over me, beneath which lay my drug-laden flesh, restless and yearning.
In that moment, despair washed over me. For the first time, I felt such a profound longing to offer my flawless body to my beloved. How I wished to be wholly his, to bring him happiness and ensure his life held no regrets. For the first time, I realized that perhaps I wasn't as strong as I'd imagined; if I fell victim to these men's vile hands, I might truly break.
I lay on the ground, clearly hearing my heavy breaths. Those men began to approach me, and I closed my eyes. I had no strength to resist; tears welled up in my eyes.
God, please grant me strength to endure until the very last moment; I want to fight to live.
At that moment, the image of Nie Qiuyuan surfaced in my mind. I understood that I truly loved him, but what lay ahead might only be a farewell.
Just as despair enveloped me, I suddenly heard a piercing female voice from outside the cell.
It sounded like Ruo Chanjuan; she exclaimed in shock, "What... how can it be you?! No, you can't go in!"
Then came her anguished scream.
The men who had surrounded me and were even reaching out to touch me froze in place. Was there a change in circumstances?
Before I could process what was happening, I heard a loud crash at the prison door—someone had violently kicked down a large section of the wooden bars. In a daze, I realized I was no longer where I'd been. The burly men stood dumbfounded three paces away from me while one person held me tightly in their arms.
My vision blurred slightly as a strong masculine scent filled my nostrils—a comforting yet intoxicating aroma, like a drink rich with both poison and remedy that left one dizzy with desire.
The person holding me trembled slightly; whether from anger or fear, I couldn't tell. I rubbed my eyes and found that black butterflies were swirling around me, as if in a dream.
"Zhenzhen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late, and I've made you suffer..." His voice trembled slightly, filled with excitement and bitterness, a complex mix of emotions.
But the way he called out "Zhenzhen" startled me. It was only then that I realized my cheek was pressed against a midnight blue garment. Looking up, I saw a face obscured by a mask gazing down at me.
"Night..."
The man who had appeared in this critical moment and was tightly holding me was none other than the long-missing Night Phantom.
I had imagined various scenarios for our reunion, rehearsed what the first words should be. Yet, I never expected we would meet again under such circumstances, and I had no idea what to say.
"Who touched her just now?" the man holding me asked coldly.
The men in black remained silent.
Night Phantom glanced at the sheer garment I was wearing and suddenly roared in fury, "Who saw her?!"
Before anyone could respond, I felt a rush of wind beside my ear; he had swiftly moved forward while still holding me. A piercing scream echoed through the air as I turned to see a man covering his face, blood streaming from his eyes.
With one arm around me, Night Phantom gripped a short blade in his other hand. This was the dagger that Ruo Chanjuan had taken from me, the very one Night had given me before to protect me on numerous occasions.
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