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In the Red Mandarin Duck Canopy, layers of dark, sheer fabric swirled like mist, seemingly infused with an enchanting, intoxicating purple fragrance.
Liu Ruoruo slowly opened her eyes, realizing she was lying in a man's embrace.
It was a wondrous sensation she had never experienced before; the warmth radiating from him stirred a unique feeling of happiness deep within her.
However, when she clearly saw the man's face, she was so startled that she almost lost her senses and instinctively clutched the blanket tightly.
"What are you shouting for? It's not you who's been taken advantage of," Feng Lan said with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, his tone cold.
With tears in her eyes, Liu Ruoruo held onto the blanket tightly.
Though he was right— in this world where women held power and men were subservient, it was indeed she who had gained an advantage—she couldn't help but wonder… why did it have to be Feng Lan?
He was the one person she dared not provoke!
" Murong Xue."
Feng Lan lay on the bed, exuding an indescribable allure.
His phoenix eyes lifted slightly, and his gaze seemed to carry a hint of coldness, causing Liu Ruoruo to feel a chilling breeze sweep over her.
Liu Ruoruo couldn't recall what had happened last night; all she remembered was going to the Wine Cellar to drink.
Could it be that she had gotten drunk and forced herself on Feng Lan?!
Her mind uncontrollably replayed Purple-Eyed Beauty's words: "Within two months, eliminate the hatred Feng Chen and Feng Lan have for you, or you will be cast into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, never to be reborn..."
As Liu Ruoruo stood there in a daze, Feng Lan felt a tumult of emotions swirling within him, anxious and uneasy.
He feared that she would not want to take responsibility, and he knew that the person she truly liked was Younger Brother Feng Chen.
The more Feng Lan thought about it, the tighter his brows furrowed, and his thoughts grew increasingly extreme. In the past, even if Murong Xue were offered to him on a silver platter, he would have looked down upon her.
But now she had changed, becoming someone he began to fear losing and did not want to let go of.
“ Murong Xue, if you dare to avoid responsibility, I will kill you and then take my own life,” Feng Lan said, suddenly reaching out with a large hand, effortlessly trapping the still-dazed Liu Ruoruo in his embrace.
His fingers quietly slid down to her abdomen, his gaze darkening slightly as he meaningfully said, “Moreover, you might already be carrying my child.”
Responsibility? A child?
Liu Ruoruo felt as though her thoughts and Feng Lan's were completely on different wavelengths.
However, after carefully considering his words, Liu Ruoruo's eyes widened in shock: “You’re willing to be with me? You’re willing to forgive my past absurdities? Even if I still have to marry Younger Brother Feng Chen?”
After asking all her questions in one breath, Liu Ruoruo initially thought Feng Lan would fly into a rage and even skin her alive.
To her surprise, he flipped over and pinned her beneath him, a charming smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His right index finger gently traced over the area where her heart was located as he leisurely remarked, “Marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog.”
Liu Ruoruo nearly choked on the words stuck in her throat. What a strange expression!
It was as if she had stumbled upon something after searching high and low; Liu Ruoruo deeply understood the meaning of this phrase through her experience with Feng Lan.
With Feng Lan now as her ally, Liu Ruoruo felt one step closer to her plan of avoiding hell.
A month later, she brought Feng Lan back to her family home.
As soon as they stepped into the Prime Minister's Residence, they heard the Chancellor mention that Feng Chen had just left to shave his head and become a monk at the Suburban Temple.
Absolutely not!
At that moment, this thought flashed through Liu Ruoruo's mind.
Without hesitation, she abandoned Feng Lan and dashed out of the Prime Minister's Residence like a gust of wind. Spotting a horse, she swiftly mounted it and galloped towards the outskirts of the city.
Feng Lan, who had been chasing on horseback, suddenly pulled on the reins and blocked her path, shouting angrily, "Woman, you're going in the wrong direction!"
Before Liu Ruoruo could react, she found herself sitting behind Feng Lan on the same horse.
"Hold on tight to me," Feng Lan said in a deep, commanding voice.
Obediently, Liu Ruoruo reached out her arms and wrapped them firmly around his waist.
The horse seemed to sense its rider's urgency, letting out a loud neigh before charging forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Sitting on the horse's back, Liu Ruoruo felt her body rise and fall with its gallop as she quietly observed Feng Lan beside her.
His chiseled profile was striking against the wind, exuding a sense of determination that seemed capable of dispelling any difficulties. In that moment, he radiated a sense of security she had never experienced before, calming her heart considerably.
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