Finally, the third palm was gently pressed against his chest.
The overwhelming presence of him filled the air, enveloping her completely.
There was a longing, and it wasn't just his; she felt it too.
It was just that her heart was too cold, and that longing was always suppressed, unwilling to be remembered.
But once ignited, it was a cataclysm, a point of no return...
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Qianli finally pushed him away.
Her lips and teeth were filled with the taste of his blood.
"Madman!" She raised her hand, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of her mouth.
She glared fiercely at him.
Feng Yexuan, however, continued to stare calmly at her face, at her brows, her features, her unique aura that was unmatched in the world.
Chu Qianli turned to leave.
But the moment she took a step, the man behind her moved forward, his arms encircling her waist, and embraced her from behind.
"Feng Yexuan, we are divorced! If you continue like this, don't blame me for being impolite!" Chu Qianli said angrily.
"When have you ever been polite to this king?"
There were still streaks of blood trickling from his lips; wasn't that proof of her impoliteness?
But he didn't care.
"What do you want?" Unable to break free, Chu Qianli could only turn back, intending to glare at him.
But the moment she turned, she fell right into his trap.
Feng Yexuan lowered his head and lightly kissed her forehead.
Chu Qianli quickly turned her head away, no longer looking at him, not giving him a chance to continue his liberties.
"What do you want? Let go of me, and I'll talk to you properly." She tried to calm herself.
In fact, after being held and kissed so deeply by him, with his breathing now ragged, she was not much better.
Her small face was still flushed, but her demeanor remained icy.
"Whether you let go or not, your attitude remains the same. Letting go would be a futile gesture."
Feng Yexuan snorted coldly.
When had this woman ever shown him a kind expression?
Apart from using force, there was no way to keep her by his side.
After all that had happened, his patience was almost completely exhausted.
"From now on, stay by this king's side, and this king will protect you!"
His long fingers descended, intending to seal her acupoints.
Chu Qianli struck at his wrist with her palm, her voice filled with anger, "Feng Yexuan, if you dare to use such methods against me again, we will truly become enemies!"
Feng Yexuan paused slightly.
Did she mean that they weren't enemies yet?
But why had she been avoiding him all this time?
Chu Qianli seized the moment of his pause, shifting the direction of her palm strike, and with a sharp crack, it landed on his shoulder.
The not-so-gentle palm strike sent Feng Yexuan staggering back two steps. She used this opportunity to leap up and flee at top speed towards the bustling market.
Feng Yexuan coughed lightly, and blood trickled out.
He was about to pursue when a slight disturbance was heard from not far away.
His expression darkened, and he roared, "Get out!"
Feng Ling was still quite far away, and it was precisely because of the distance that she could hide.
Earlier, when Chu Qianli had injured Feng Yexuan, her heart had raced with anxiety, and her hidden presence could no longer be concealed, immediately discovered by Feng Yexuan.
She emerged from a distant patch of purple orchid bushes and cautiously approached Feng Yexuan, "Your Highness..."
"Do you truly believe this king will not kill you?"
Feng Yexuan suddenly flicked his long sleeve, and Feng Ling's face changed drastically. She immediately raised her hands and condensed her energy to protect herself.
But she could not resist. The powerful, icy palm wind instantly reached her heart!