Feng Jiu’er’s previously hazy consciousness snapped into sharp clarity the moment the chill crept across her skin.
However, because of the true energy Zhan Qingcheng had just forced into her body, she still needed time to absorb and merge it with her own. So for now, though her mind was fully awake, her body remained limp and powerless, her limbs refusing to obey.
The tragedy of it all — the very person responsible for this entire situation was, at this very moment, undoing the ties of her clothing.
In no time at all, her outer robe was pulled down. All she could do was blink her dewy, luminous eyes at him, looking utterly pitiful.
“Taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state! Ninth Imperial Uncle, aren’t you afraid this will get out and ruin your reputation?”
“Do you think this Prince cares about such a so-called reputation?” He was always a man of few words — though in front of Feng Jiu’er, he said more than usual.
Feng Jiu’er was frantic inside, yet even now she refused to show weakness in front of anyone.
She said, “If Ninth Imperial Uncle wants a woman, Jiu’er can help you find one…”
“This Prince wants only you.”
“……” If it were any other woman, wouldn’t she have already fainted dead away from sheer happiness upon hearing those words?
But Feng Jiu’er felt not a single bit of happiness. She only felt… dread!
“But I don’t want this!” She clenched her palm with all her might, yet found she couldn’t even muster the strength to make a proper fist.
The foreign true energy was still running rampant through her meridians. To prevent it from triggering an explosion of her own inner energy, she had to channel every last scrap of strength she had into battling and absorbing it.
Which meant the only thing left she could use to resist him was her mouth.
“Ninth Imperial Uncle, a melon plucked by force is never sweet — why must you…”
“Sweet or not, you’ll only know by trying.”
“You… Wah! Don’t do that! Stop, stop!” Good heavens — even her innermost garment was torn away by him in one swift yank!
Feng Jiu’er lay there face-down, completely unable to see the man behind her, but the chill washing over her skin was more than enough to make her die of shame and fury!
Especially when the man’s cool, large hand came to rest on her shoulder.
That palm, cold as ice at first, grew scorching hot the moment it touched her.
He was drawing closer!
Feng Jiu’er, though carefree and open-natured by disposition, had never been this intimate with any man!
In this moment, she was truly in a panic!
“Ninth Imperial Uncle, I am ugly by nature — I would defile your purity!”
“Mm.”
“……” A mm? Damn him! Was he agreeing that an eyesore like her was unworthy of him? Then what on earth was he still doing?
But soon, Feng Jiu’er sulkily realized that getting tangled up in that particular thought at a time like this was rather beside the point.
“Ninth Imperial Uncle, I… I have already been intimate with another man. I am a flower already withered and fallen — I would sully… your esteemed body!”
Good grief! In the name of self-preservation, she had ground herself into the dirt beneath her own feet! How cruel!
But why was this man still not stopping?
Worse still, his thin lips had already reached her shoulder!
“Ninth Imperial Uncle…”
“If you can stay quiet, this Prince will try to be gentler.”
“……”
It had already come to this — what did gentle or rough even matter? The outcome would be the same either way, wouldn’t it?
Though she had no strength, Feng Jiu’er still swung her little hand backward with all she had.
Knowing full well she had no power to resist, yet refusing to give up — this feisty spirit of hers, he liked it!
A faint gleam of amusement hiding deep in his eyes, Zhan Qingcheng suddenly lowered his head and bit down on her shoulder.
“Mm…”
Pain!
No — not exactly pain!
A strange, peculiar pain!
That scoundrel — why on earth would he bite her shoulder out of nowhere? Could it be, just like last time, he wanted to… drink her blood? All at once, Feng Jiu’er’s watery eyes flew wide open: “You… you want to use my blood to heal your injuries!”