Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 513 The Princess Who Wants to Compilation 10

After a long while, a very light and cold sneer was heard, like ice beads falling on a jade plate, gently drifting in the dead air.

"……Ah."

She slowly reached out her hand, not pushing Shen Ji away. Instead, her nail-stained fingertips, with a chilling calmness, gently stroked the back of his sweaty, trembling neck. It felt like soothing, but more like a lash.

"Shen... Ji," her voice had returned to its slow, drawn-out tone, tinged with a hint of drunkenness, yet every word was clear and penetrating, as if the turmoil that had nearly escalated into a tragic regicide had never occurred. "The way you awakened this prince... was truly ingenious."

The cold sneer still echoed in the silent bedroom. The feeling of Yun Chu's fingertips stroking the back of Shen Ji's neck was more like a blue flame that lit a fuse than a soothing one.

The coldness of her fingertips formed a sharp contrast with Shen Ji's skin, which was burning hot due to extreme fear and humiliation, causing his muscles to tense suddenly and he almost bounced off her.

However, Yun Chu's strength was unexpected.

The moment he trembled and tried to lift his body, the hand as slippery as a venomous snake and with sharp nail polish suddenly pressed down!

The seemingly casual touch instantly turned into an irresistible clamp, pressing Shen Ji's cervical vertebra firmly back into the brocade, and his tense body that wanted to escape was also pressed heavily back onto her soft body.

"Sh ..." A sound as light as a sigh, carrying a strong aroma of wine, but colder than the sharpest blade, it resisted Shen Ji's momentum of trying to break free.

Yun Chu's other hand, with amazing agility and strength, suddenly reached behind Shen Ji's head, and her slender fingers deeply penetrated his black hair soaked with cold sweat, forcing him to look at her!

The action was so rough that it was almost predatory, forming a sharp contrast with the lazy and dangerous smile in her eyes.

Shen Ji was forced to raise his head, colliding with those bottomless eyes. There was no longer the frivolousness of drunkenness in them, only a kind of inquiry and interest that was born from being completely enraged and offended to the extreme, which was even more intense and deadly.

The brocade couch was littered with fragments of colored glass and liquid wine. The strong smell of burning and alcohol mixed with the originally luxurious incense in the hall, interweaving together to form a dizzying drug.

Shen Ji's vision was occupied by the pair of eyes that captured him, and there seemed to be a vortex spinning inside that could devour all reason.

The deep-rooted hatred from the previous life... surged in like a tide, but at the moment it was about to emerge clearly, it was crushed by the soft and extremely oppressive body under him!

Yun Chu's breath sprayed on his face, and the hot air with the sweet aroma of wine burned his lips.

It was a more primitive and powerful instinctive call, which brutally tore through the last line of defense of his rationality under the impact of chaotic fear, dying desire to survive and the sudden close breath of the opposite sex.

revenge?

In the face of intense physiological reactions and the imminent crisis, that distant grand vision suddenly became as vague as smoke from another world.

At the moment when his pupils contracted violently due to this extreme confusion and bewilderment—

Yun Chu didn't say another word.

She thrust herself upwards!

The red lips were like a falling blood-red star, with unquestionable power and a cruel tenderness, fiercely and precisely covering Shen Ji's thin lips that were slightly opened due to fright and lack of oxygen!

Time, air, hatred, fear... everything solidified and exploded at this moment!

"Um...!" An uncontrollable, broken syllable squeezed out from Shen Ji's throat and was then completely swallowed.

It wasn't a kiss, it was more like a conquest.

Her lips were soft yet powerful, conquering him with an irresistible dominance.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with her unique breath, like a stream of hot magma, flowed along the pried open lips and teeth, and violently poured into Shen Ji's internal organs.

His mind went blank in an instant. All the strength accumulated deep within his body, all the power used to resist, was blown to ashes the moment of contact!

The stiff body instantly collapsed. The hand that had been strangling her neck could only clench weakly, its fingertips trembling slightly as they hovered over the messy brocade.

His tense back gave way gradually as he was wrapped in the warm and soft body, and his muscles soaked in cold sweat melted inch by inch in this sudden, almost suffocating warmth.

Humiliation?

Painful?

What about the hatred accumulated from past lives and present lives that is enough to burn the world to ashes?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Deep in Shen Ji's pupils, the last ray of starlight called rationality completely extinguished.

All that was left was confusion, addiction, and the purest instinctive desire that was forcibly aroused by this destructive "intimacy" and spread like wildfire.

He was forced to endure it, passively sinking into it, and even driven by some more primitive force, his tongue clumsily and hesitantly responded slightly to the deadly sweetness and heat that enveloped him.

This weak, reluctant response, which he himself did not even notice, was like a spark thrown into an oil barrel.

Yun Chu let out a soft, satisfied sigh. Of the hands that held his head, one remained firmly planted in his hair, while the other slowly slid down, a lazy yet dangerous sense of control...

***

Consciousness is like a huge rock sinking in the deep sea, slowly and arduously floating to the surface.

The first thing I felt was not the light, but a strangely soft touch - it was a strange, lazy snuggle, with a sweet and lingering warmth.

Shen Ji's eyelashes trembled a few times, and a dull hangover-like pain and heavy fatigue wrapped around his limbs.

Last night... those blurry yet sharp fragments of memory suddenly flooded into my mind:

Icy fingertips gripped my neck, a sharp cracking sound, the smell of burning candlesticks falling, and... madness...

His heart sank and he suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into view was the hazy outline of the top of the brocade curtains. The cool morning light filtered through the gaps and cast long, dismal shadows on the carpet.

Then, his gaze fixed in front of him.

The Sixth Princess Huang Yunchu was nestled in his arms at this moment.

Yes, nestled in “his” arms.

Her posture could even be described as soft and defenseless.

His cloud-like black hair was a little messy, scattered on his chest and quilt. The stunning face that made him hate it to the bone in his previous life had now lost all its sharpness, leaving only a peaceful shadow under the thick eyelashes.

Her cheek was pressed against the crook of his arm, and her warm breath brushed against the skin of his arm, bringing waves of subtle, creepy tingling.

Shen Ji's breathing completely stopped.

The thunderous rage and the suicidal fury of last night seemed like a distant and absurd dream.

He lay there stiffly, not daring to move even a finger. The blood in his body seemed to solidify and then instantly boil, hitting his eardrums and making a buzzing sound.

how so? !

His arms...why were they around her?!

How could she...be like this?!