Xie Wanqing felt a bit unnerved by his gaze. She reached out to grab his wrist bone, "My relationship with Ji Chengfeng is not what you think."

Lu Ziyuan could never resist her initiations, and this time was no different.

He flipped his hand to hold hers, pressed her shoulder, pushed her down onto the bed, and leaned over her.

From her brow and eyes, to her upturned nose, to her lips, he looked down inch by inch.

This was Wanwan at twenty-two, someone he had never even dreamed of in his past and present lives.

He swallowed, lifted his eyelids, and looked back at her eyes.

Their gazes met.

Perhaps his presence was too overwhelming, the girl beneath him flinched slightly.

Lu Ziyuan’s eyes darkened. He looked at her for a while, then suddenly pinched her chin and lifted it, leaning down to kiss her.

Her teeth parted, filled with his uniquely dominant aura.

Familiar to death.

Xie Wanqing inexplicably felt like crying.

At this moment, any lingering doubts in her heart vanished completely.

She was sure of her feelings for this man, it was still love.

Just one long-missed kiss made her realize she missed him too.

Miss him so much, so much.

She decided to return to the Capital merely because she couldn’t bear for him to die.

It wasn’t out of pity, nor was it a compromise for the greater good of family or country.

If she didn’t love him, even if he was bent on killing, slaughtered everyone in the world, even if he sought his own death, leading to power struggles after his downfall, the Great Khan’s people suffering again.

What did great floods have to do with her?

She just saw his death in her dream, couldn’t bear it, couldn’t let go, so she wanted to return to his side.

That’s all.

The person on top of her kissed more and more fiercely, with a strong sense of plunder, and his breathing gradually became chaotic.

He held her chin with one hand, kissing her forcefully, while his other hand went to untie her belt.

The rising tide of emotions, the air filled with intense heat, made Xie Wanqing somewhat parched.

She swallowed, not only showing no intention to resist, but instead raised her arms, wrapping them around his neck, tilting her head to meet all his demands.

She thought, he must be quite angry, letting off some steam... isn’t impossible.

But Lu Ziyuan, who was passionately responded to, suddenly turned cold, tightening his grip on her chin, pushing her away slightly, his eyes full of hostility, "What are you plotting again?"

The enchanting atmosphere suddenly came to a halt.

Both of them remembered the previous time when her enthusiastic acceptance was to distract him so she could escape.

Xie Wanqing, feeling a bit guilty, didn’t dare to meet his gaze, "...No."

She used her arm to pull him down, whispered, "I’m sorry."

Lu Ziyuan said nothing, just stared at her intently.

Years of bloodshed had made his already sharp features even more severe, and his whole aura was intimidating.

But Xie Wanqing was never afraid of him.

At this moment, her mind was filled with images from the dream last night, her eyes reddened, and she couldn’t help but hold him tighter.

"Lu Ziyuan..." Her voice choked, "Why are you so stupid?"

These words were really novel.

Lu Ziyuan remained motionless, allowing her to hold him, nodding in agreement, "Being played around by you, indeed, I am foolish."

"..." Xie Wanqing was a bit tongue-tied, murmured, "That’s not what I meant."

Lu Ziyuan made no comment, his lips tugged, his hand holding her waist tightening inch by inch.

"Wanwan," he said, "when you left me and ran away, choosing to be with him, did you ever think about what would happen if you got caught?"

What would happen?

Xie Wanqing had definitely thought about it.

If the escape failed, and she was captured by him.

She might... not be able to get out of bed?

Besides that, would he really be willing to use other punishments on her?