Wen Xiao’ai’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter, feeling as if the pain in her cheeks was no longer her own.
A single tear welled up from the corner of her eye due to the pain.
Jun Wuyang suddenly withdrew his hand, and Wen Xiao’ai’s head was harshly flung to the side, both cheeks flushing red.
Looking at Wen Xiao’ai, whose blushing cheeks made her appear even more delicately gorgeous, dark thoughts began to crawl from the depths of Jun Wuyang’s heart.
With a hint of a malevolent smile curling the edges of his lips, Jun Wuyang’s gaze upon Wen Xiao’ai slowly beca tinged with lust.
He leaned down, drew close to Wen Xiao’ai, closed his eyes, and sniffed at her neck, revealing a look of pure enjoynt and satisfaction, like a hunter eyeing the tastiest prey.
Opening his eyes, his lust-filled gaze traced upward along Wen Xiao’ai’s fair and slender neck.
It finally rested upon Wen Xiao’ai’s face.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai continuously turn her head away, eyes closed, a look of disgust on her face, the lust within Jun Wuyang surged even more.
The thought of her belonging to Jun Moyan made him itch to pin her down that very instant and violently vent his frustrations.
Fingers lightly lifting Wen Xiao’ai’s hair, Jun Wuyang spoke up:
"Such a beautiful girl, I really can’t bear to lay a hand on you."
"I’ll give you a choice—abandon Jun Moyan, follow from now on, and I’ll let you go. How about it?"
"Whatever Jun Moyan can offer you, I can give the sa. Just nod your head, and I’ll marry you imdiately, bring you into my ho. Once I’m in charge, you’ll be the Jun Family’s grand mistress, how does that sound?"
Ever since he was a child, Jun Wuyang liked to take whatever belonged to Jun Moyan. No matter what it was, good or bad, he wanted to snatch it away, and if he couldn’t, he would destroy it.
The only thing he never managed to take was his grandfather’s and Jun Wuchen’s partiality towards Jun Moyan.
Wen Xiao’ai opened her eyes, enduring her nausea as she looked at the face before her, and with all her might yet feebly uttered two words: "...Disgusting."
His scent, his face, his words, every single move he made—everything about him made her sick to her stomach.
He had the audacity to think about marrying her, when even holding her shoes would sully his hands.
To even dare to compare himself to her Jun Moyan—with such a thick face.
Jun Wuyang’s smile wavered for a mont but then quickly resud, only now, his eyes held not only lust but also a glint of a desire to conquer and anger.
"Heh..." Jun Wuyang let out a cold laugh: "Disgusting?"
"Indeed quite disgusting. Since you find disgusting, then I will make you just as disgusting as ." The last few words were bitten off with particular force.
A sinister smile filled the depths of his eyes.
"...I will never be as disgusting as you," Wen Xiao’ai’s weak voice rose.
"Oh?"
Jun Wuyang’s lips curled into a smile, his hand holding the wine glass slowly approached Wen Xiao’ai, hovering just above her chest.
His wrist tilted slowly, and the red wine poured out from the glass, drenching Xiao’ai’s chest.
Jun Wuyang moved his wine-holding hand forward, the wine spilling from the glass onto Wen Xiao’ai’s neck, trickling down to her collarbone.
Wine splashed everywhere.
Wen Xiao’ai’s face scrunched up at the thought of the wine being the sa one Jun Wuyang had drunk, feeling dirtied by it.
Jun Wuyang brought back his hand, tossing the empty glass to the floor.
Looking at Wen Xiao’ai drenched in red wine, exuding the fragrance of alcohol, resembling a freshly blood, strikingly enchanting red rose, Jun Wuyang was completely overwheld by lust.
He leaned down, closed in on Wen Xiao’ai, inhalier the scent of wine on her chest, observier the droplets of red wine lingering on her collarbone, his breathing growing more and more ragged.
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