The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 164 The Last Glance

She looked up and saw a familiar figure standing in the shadows.

"Your Highness," Zhi Xing called softly, her voice trembling with a sob.

Ye Jingnian did not turn around, and said in an icy tone, "Miss Xie is getting married tomorrow, she shouldn't be here."

Zhi Xing sniffled and sobbed, then slowly walked behind him and said, "Your Highness, are you not even willing to see Zhi Xing once?"

Ye Jingnian froze, then finally turned to look at her.

The girl's thin clothes were stained with tea, and she was soaked by the rain. The ground she had walked on was covered with water.

His eyes churned with emotion, but he ultimately took off his cloak and draped it over her shoulders.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhi Xing grabbed his hand, her eyes glistening with tears: "Does Your Highness really want Zhi Xing to marry someone else?"

My hands are so cold.

Ye Jingnian's movements stiffened slightly, and the dark undercurrent in his eyes instantly subsided. He sneered, pushed her hand away, and said, "If you're willing to send me to someone else's bed, why can't you be willing to marry someone else?"

Zhi Xing felt a sharp pain in her heart. Looking into his fierce eyes, she couldn't reconcile the gentle way he used to treat her.

No... His Highness would not say such a thing to her...

She hurriedly turned her face away, but he raised his hand and grabbed her chin hard, forcing her to look at his cruel appearance.

"Zhi Xing, who do you think you are? How long are you going to humiliate yourself like this?"

Zhi Xing turned her face away, and for the first time, she felt angry when she looked at him.

She threw the cloak she was wearing to the ground and gasped for breath.

Looking at her pale face and her thin body trembling uncontrollably from the cold, Ye Jingnian felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He silently bent down, picked up the cloak from the ground, draped it over her again, and tied it tight.

Zhi Xing seized the opportunity to grab his collar, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.

Ye Jingnian seemed to have been drinking, as a faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air.

Her pale, icy lips pressed against his, and a burning heat spread out, like a blazing fire melting the frigid glacier.

Flames seemed to surge in Ye Jingnian's eyes. He suddenly reached out and roughly grabbed her slender waist, pinning her against the throne.

He lost control and lowered his head to kiss her, almost fiercely stealing her breath, as if he wanted to pour all the restraint, forbearance, and pain he had endured for so long into this moment.

Since the torrential rain last night, his heart had been aching in waves, and he had been drinking bottle after bottle of strong liquor, but it had not relieved the knot in his heart.

Zhi Xing froze, then gripped his clothes tightly. This was the first time she had kissed him, the first time she had responded to his kiss. Tears of grievance slid down her cheeks, wetting their lips.

But just as she was losing herself, Ye Jingnian suddenly pushed her away, his eyes bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and glared at her angrily, saying, "Just be a good princess waiting to be married, what are you doing here causing trouble?!"

Zhi Xing fell to the ground in a disheveled state. Seeing his almost out-of-control appearance, she suddenly chuckled, looked up at him, and said, "Your Highness, you really can't bear to part with me."

"Get back to the Xie residence!" he suddenly shouted sternly. "If you dare to run away on the wedding tomorrow, I will make you watch the entire Xie family be exiled!"

He stepped forward, closing in on her, his tone revealing his usual ruthlessness: "Men are slaves, women are prostitutes, and you are no exception."

Zhi Xing lowered her head, her messy hair falling down, obscuring her expression.

Ye Jingnian's clenched fist trembled uncontrollably. He restrained himself, calmed his thoughts, and regained his rationality. He said coldly, "Don't force me to drag you out myself."

With a flick of his long sleeves, he turned and walked toward the inner hall.

"Your Highness, are you aware that Zhi Xing was drugged last night?" Ye Jingnian gritted his teeth, his steps faltering slightly.

Zhi Xing gave a cold laugh and said, "I don't know how, but I ended up in the room where Prince Xian was staying. The door just won't open."

"Shut up." Ye Jingnian's voice was cold.

"Zhi Xing feels so hot and in so much pain, but thankfully His Highness Prince Xian is by her side..."

"Shut up." Ye Jingnian's clenched fist cracked.

"His Highness is indeed a man of great tenderness, staying with Zhixing until dawn before leaving. Your Highness, do you know? Zhixing bled a lot, which terrified His Highness..."

"I told you to shut up!" Ye Jingnian swept the porcelain on the table violently to the ground.

He turned around, strode up to Zhixing, grabbed her by the collar, lifted her up, and said through gritted teeth, "Miss Xie, I have absolutely no interest in what you and Fifth Imperial Uncle did!"

Zhi Xing raised her hand to his chest, and as he released her, she leaned against him and said absentmindedly, "Anyway, the Prince Xian can't tell. Your Highness spent a night of pleasure with me, so let's put a knot in Zhi Xing's heart."

She tilted her head back and kissed his lips. As she closed her eyes, a tear rolled down her cheek: "If Your Highness agrees, I, Zhixing, will obediently marry Prince Xian tomorrow, and we will never see each other again in this life."

Ye Jingnian felt a pang of pain in his heart. He gently kissed her, his hand caressing her thin, cold back. He became momentarily lost in the sound of Zhi Xing's calls.

As his belt slipped, he suddenly snapped out of his daze, frowned, pushed her away, and turned to leave: "Get out of here!"

With resentment and hatred in her eyes, Zhi Xing kept opening and closing her lips as she chanted a spell. A blue light flashed in her dark pupils as she raised her hand to form a hand seal. Her gaze was fixed on Ye Jingnian's back, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Jingnian turned back.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his breathing became rapid, his blood surged, and his reason was instantly burned away.

A seductive spirit enters the body, and lust consumes the heart.

He grabbed Zhixing's wrist and slammed her against the pillar, his breath hot and his voice low and hoarse.

"Are you looking for death?!"

Zhi Xing looked up at him, a sad smile curving her lips. In the end, the way she kept him was through Mei Ling.

"Didn't Your Highness tell me to get lost? Why are you holding me so tightly?"

Ye Jingnian's eyes were bloodshot, and his knuckles gripped her so tightly they hurt. But the next moment, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

The kiss was filled with a violent possessiveness, as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.

Zhi Xing was almost suffocating from his kisses, but she still clung tightly to his clothes, letting him take her as he pleased.

The thin fabric was torn, leaving deep marks on her snow-white skin.

"Your Highness...do you hate me?" she murmured between her lips.

Ye Jingnian did not answer, but suddenly picked her up and strode towards the inner hall.

On the bed, Zhi Xing's fingertips traced his back, but he grabbed her wrists and pressed them firmly against the brocade quilt.

"Release the alluring spirit, or you will regret it." Ye Jingnian's hoarse voice trembled as he desperately tried to control himself.

Zhi Xing raised her lips in a cold smile and said, "I have never regretted anything I have done for Your Highness."

A burst of spiritual energy flashed, extinguishing the candlelight on the table. In the darkness, Ye Jingnian's reason completely collapsed.

A dark undercurrent surged in his eyes; he had completely succumbed to despair.