A heart that has sunk

  Chapter Name: The Sinking Heart

  The rain is still falling, just like the gloomy mood of a cold and desolate heart.

  His face was like a thousand years of cold ice, and his whole body emitted an extreme chill.

  The maids behind her couldn't help but tremble all over and go weak in their limbs.

  They waited on him nervously, fearing that he would be displeased with them, and they became innocent victims.

  Thinking of Xuan Yin's face, which was both shy and angry, with a fierce flame flashing in his cold eyes. His hand slammed heavily on the table in front of him, "Bang!" A loud noise, the table had already become a pile of wooden debris scattered on the ground.

  The maids behind her were so frightened that their souls were not attached to their bodies, their faces were pale, and their bodies kept trembling. The things in the golden tray in their hands also trembled with their hands, and the wine cups and wine pots collided, making a "giggle" sound.

  His eyes flashed with a cold light, suppressing the urge to kill, he bellowed: "Get out!"

  The maidservants trembled with fear and replied in unison: "Yes!" They quickly put down the golden trays in their hands, turned pale, and left the grand hall in a hurry.

  Being able to walk out of the grand hall alive would make them extremely fortunate. Just as they were about to step out of the grand hall, a cold and icy voice came from behind, "Bring me the female slave."

  The maids hastily turned around, bowed and replied: "Yes!" Then they retreated from the gate of the main hall in a flurry, rushing away.

  Pei Luo had just bid farewell when the maid came to inform her that Leng Bo wanted to see her. With a mix of anticipation and fear, she made her way to the grand hall.

  Xuan Yin's elegant footsteps walked into the grand hall, where she saw a pair of cold, deep-set eyes staring at her with icy disdain, and a cruel smile playing on his lips.

  When she saw him, her heart began to beat violently again, with a mix of emotions: excitement, nervousness, fear... She suppressed her complex and inexpressible feelings, stepped forward slightly bowing, and calmly asked: "Your Majesty the Demon King, what instructions do you have for Xuan Yin?" But the faint blush on her face still betrayed her somewhat.

  Leng Bo saw her delicate and charming face, and the anger in his heart burned again. He said in a low voice: "Come here!"

  A maid hastily stepped forward, bowing respectfully, "Your Majesty!"

  "Bring a set of dance clothes for her to change into." Leng Buo ordered coldly.

  "Yes!" The maid replied respectfully and quickly retreated.

  In a moment, the maid brought over a set of red dance clothes, with a hint of a smile on her face, and handed them to Xuan Yin. She bowed slightly to Leng Shuang, and retreated with utmost respect.

  Leng Bo sat in the first place, his icy gaze fixed on her, his thin lips curled up into a smile-like expression, but this did not soften his cold demeanor, instead making him even more intimidating. "Little slave girl, change your clothes, I want to see you dance."

  A hint of bitterness flashed across Xuan Yin's heart, her slender white hand slightly trembling as she picked up the dance costume in her hand, just about to change into it.

  A cold, unfeeling voice of command came from beside my ear, carrying a chilling absoluteness that brooked no refusal. "No magic allowed, I want to watch you change, one piece at a time."

  In Xuan Yin's purple eyes, a hazy glimmer of water light flickered. She bit her lip and looked at the cold and ruthless Leng Bo. Her heart was stabbed with pain, feeling extremely humiliated.

  "What are you looking at? If you can't do it, then get out of my country." His icy gaze stared at her without a hint of sympathy.

  She closed her eyes, and tears flowed slowly down her pale cheeks. Yes, he was heartless, she shouldn't have hoped that he would be different towards her.

  Her eyelashes trembled slightly, slowly opening her purple eyes, with a hint of determination in them. She stretched out her trembling hand and slowly took off the blue dress from her body...

  Leng Bo's heart seemed to be scalded by something when he saw the tears dripping from her eyes, but he quickly ignored it. His deep and icy gaze looked at Xuan Yin with great interest.

  As her clothes slowly fell away, she was as fragile as a bubble, with skin as white as snow that could no longer be concealed, sparkling with an enticing glow.

  Gazing at her with a cold and detached air, a flicker of emotion flashed across his icy eyes. Remembering the silky smooth sensation of stroking her skin that day, he suddenly had an urge to touch her again.

  Genius sound changed into a dance dress, she was somewhat at a loss, her hands clasped around her chest, with a hint of shyness standing there.

  The red dance dress was almost as if she wasn't wearing anything, the transparent red gauze was like a second layer of skin, clinging to her body, outlining her perfect curves. That piece of snow-white skin, like condensed cream, and those proportionate and slender legs were mesmerizing. The extreme whiteness and vibrant red blended together in a beauty that dazzled people's eyes, making her seem like an alluring fairy, leaving Cold Char almost unable to move his gaze away.

  That damned woman was really cunning, not letting go of any opportunity to seduce him, what a shameless woman. He raised his thick eyebrows, and a hint of anger flashed in his icy eyes as he coldly commanded: "Jump!"

  Xuán yīn yóu yù de xià, qīng yǎo zhe chún, màn màn fàng kāi huán zhù xiōng qián de shǒu, nà měi lì bái xī de qū xiàn zài hóng sè de báo shā zhōng ruò yǐn ruò xiǎn, sàn fā zhe jí zhì de yòu huò.

  The icy gaze trembled slightly, revealing a hint of unusual fervor.

  Under his gaze, Xuan Yin turned around uncomfortably, unaware that her slender waist and round buttocks under the thin gauze were emitting a fatal temptation.

  Let his cold eyes dim for a moment, and his scorching gaze stuck tightly to her beautiful back, never wanting to leave again.

  She waved her hand lightly, and the grand hall instantly echoed with a beautiful and moving melody. As the music rose, she danced with her sleeves fluttering, her elegant dance posture, and her refined temperament. She saw that her dance was so enchanting, her figure so light, every move of her hands and feet full of spirit, and around her seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, making her look like an elf, absolutely beautiful and extraordinary, with a hint of seductive charm...

  Her cold and profound eyes followed her dance movements, slowly raising a hint of tenderness that even he didn't know.

  The music gradually stopped, and Xuan Yin slowly came to a stop in her dance steps. She wrapped her hands around her chest, her purple eyes looking towards Leng Qi, and opened her mouth to say softly: "Your Majesty the Demon King, Xuan Yin has finished dancing. If there are no further instructions, I will take my leave first."

  Leng Bo came back to his senses from the dance, somewhat regretful of his momentary distraction.

  "Come here." He gazed at her coldly. The two simple words were absolute commands that did not allow anyone to refuse.

  But even if she was extremely unwilling, she understood that she couldn't resist his orders. Xuanyin let out a helpless sigh and slowly walked towards him. Her heart accelerated uncontrollably as she approached him.

  He pulled her into his arms with a cold and stern expression, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light like that of the devil.

  A sturdy and powerful big hand stroked her white and tender face, the slightly rough palm gently rubbing against her delicate cheek, as if playing with a toy.

  "Little slave girl, from today on, you're in charge of warming the bed." A warm breath sprayed onto Xuan Yin's face, causing her to tremble slightly.

  She stared at him blankly, unable to believe what she had just heard. "Warm bed?" How could he? She wasn't one of those loose women. "No!" she refused, struggling to get up from his arms.

  "Don't move!" he commanded coldly, his icy gaze gleaming with ruthlessness. The woman who loved to play games was clearly dying to do it, yet she stubbornly refused with a pretentious air of propriety.

  Xuan Yin stopped struggling, staring at the cold face with wide eyes, her vision becoming increasingly blurred due to the accumulation of water mist. She clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to plead with him, "Please, let me go, okay?" She didn't want to sink deeper into this situation.

  His large hand slid down her cheek, coming to rest on the elegant curve of her neck, pressing against the pulsating vein in her throat. His mouth twisted into a cold, mocking smile. "Slave girl, don't provoke me." He lowered his head and captured her tender pink lips. He let out a satisfied sigh as he finally tasted that sweet flavor again. His scorching hot breath swept over her without warning, leaving her no time to defend herself, and she was completely enveloped in the storm he had stirred up. The kiss was like a raging wind, plundering her with no gentleness at all. Just like his usual domineering and arrogant self...

  Xuan Yin's heart was clear, even if she knew she shouldn't be seduced, she couldn't resist his charm. Her heart racing, her eyelashes trembling violently, unable to withstand the teasing, clumsily responding, only to receive his more intense kisses.

  "Uh..." She couldn't make a sound, and could only hum out sweet murmurs through her nose.

  He suddenly picked her up and teleported, and in an instant they arrived at his room.

  Their wet tongues entwined, saliva was constantly swallowed by each other, and they also gulped down the other's saliva. The heat of their lips was enough to scald someone. Xuan Yin felt like she was about to melt into a puddle of spring water, his wildness made her dizzy, and the temperature on his body gave her a burning sensation. But she was greedy for his warmth and didn't want to let go.

  "Hmm..." Every time she let out a soft murmur, his kiss grew deeper and more passionate. She had never thought that this was what kissing felt like - so scorching hot, so wild, it made her lose all reason and rationality.

  The two of them were like entwined tree vines, inseparable and tightly stuck together. "Little slave girl, you're really passionate." He whispered sensually in her ear, sucking on her white as jade earlobe, his deep icy eyes filled with a hint of gentle warmth like water.

  Xuan Yin's breathing became disordered, her clear purple eyes were like a layer of fog, filled with moist air, and painted with a thousand emotions. She thought she was completely drunk, drunk in his deadly deep kiss.

  She stretched out her hand and stroked his icy, domineering face, this feeling was as if... it was as if the true love she had been waiting for her whole life was right in front of her, within reach!

  "Ghost... can I call you that?" She murmured softly, her moist eyes gazing at him, her stunning face flushed with shyness, so beautiful it was beyond words.

  A faint tremor in his cold heart, a sneer immediately rose to the surface. He had always despised women's love for him. Once again, he savagely kissed her lips...

  His every breath entered her mouth, causing her to shudder like she had a fever, the passionate kiss that seemed to have no end, unintentionally leaking onto her lips with a gentle hum that stirred her heart. Xuan Yin's head was so hot and dizzy, unable to think anymore, the intense kiss slowly drained her energy, her entire body getting hotter and hotter...