Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Blood poured out of Feng Qingtian’s chest and flowed down his stomach and into his pants.
Ruthlessness flashed in Feng Qingtian’s eyes.
Gu Bailu realized that this wasn’t good.
Was he out of his mind? He was throwing away his life just to satisfy his desire?
“Gu Bailu, remember: Whatever I want, I’ll have it in the end. I don’t have much patience.”
Gu Bailu loosened her grip. The amount of blood in her hand was astounding.
However, Feng Qingtian didn’t react. His eyes were still dangerous and bottomless, as if they could swallow her whole.
Gu Bailu was dumbfounded. What should she do?
Should she give the hairpin another push and kill him, or should she let him continue?
Feng Qingtian, however, didn’t give her time to think. He kissed her lips rudely and aggressively.
Gu Bailu wondered if he was going to die on top of her.
Although she didn’t want it, her body was quite honest. She did have some feelings for Feng Qingtian.
She was in a dilemma right now.
If they continued, it would be miserable for her if Feng Qingtian died halfway.
Damn it. What was this about?
She seemed to have met a man who hadn’t touched a woman in a thousand years!
Could somebody give her a hint what to do?
“Well, shouldn’t you stop the bleeding first? It’ll be terrible if you die before you can enjoy yourself.”
Gu Bailu could only try to reason with him.
She couldn’t be any more reluctant.
“There’s no need. Let’s focus on business.” Feng Qingtian sounded hoarse and in a hurry.
There was no sign that he was heavily wounded.
However, the stink of blood between them suggested that his wound was still bleeding.
Gu Bailu was confident in her technique. That stab must’ve reached his heart.
He could really die. It wasn’t a joke.
“Is your brain infested with your sperm right now? I’m telling you to come back after you treat your wound.” Gu Bailu was angry.
Feng Qingtian bit her earlobe. “Isn’t it in your best interest if I die?”
“How can I get out of here if you die?”
She didn’t know where she was. Her runes didn’t work in this strange place.
She didn’t intend to spend the rest of her life next to a body.
“Tell me who you are.” Feng Qingtian exerted strength, as if he was trying to stuff himself into her body to see what she was exactly, and why he would abandon his oath, just to have her.
He could turn a blind eye to any woman, but he couldn’t control himself before her.
Feng Qingtian seemed to be trying to punish her with this.
Who said that it was enjoyable and not the least bit painful?
“I have been and always will be Gu Bailu. Can you be gentler? It hurts.”
Feng Qingtian asked gravely, “Do we really not know each other?”
“No, not in a past life, nor in this one.”