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Chapter 118 You really want people to make an exception?
Fu Ying lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Qinglan's bright red ear tips, the crimson color as vibrant and dazzling as the evening glow.

Her long, narrow eyes curved slightly at the corners, and there was a faint smile in her eyes.

The pain of breaking the bond with the Frost Plains tribe, the life-or-death struggle in the mudslide, tore a wound in Qinglan's heart. With an obsession that seeped into her bones, she abandoned her tribe and traveled thousands of miles to find her.

Now she can be certain that the sins and debts sown by the original owner have finally been settled.

This clean and aloof orc is now trapped in her meticulously woven spider web, unable to escape.

Just then, Qinglan suddenly turned around.

He remained seated in the wicker chair, the jade ornaments in his hair jingling. He hesitated for a moment, then gently grasped the armrest with his slender hand, pulling it closer. When he looked up at her, his grey-brown eyes burned hotter than starlight.

Fuying met his eyes, which were clear and bright, as if she could see her soul through her physical appearance.

Her fingertips paused slightly, a faint redness spreading across the corners of her clear eyes, her ethereal voice tinged with broken pain: "When the contract was broken... it must have hurt a lot, right?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he gripped her fingers tighter: "I'm sorry, it was my fault."

"I should have told you sooner. From the moment you stood alone in front of the Frost Plains tribe, blocking the avalanche of snow for me, I regretted it..."

His grey-brown eyes seemed veiled in amber, his brows drooping as he pressed his hand against hers, his hot breath scorching Fuying: "I truly regret saying those cold words... I regret it every single day..."

Fuying gazed at Qinglan's taut shoulders with an almost reverent expression, a slight smile playing on his lips.

She gently stroked his fingertips, drawing out the last syllable as she slowly and deliberately said, "Just talking isn't enough. Why don't you teach me how to punish you?"

Qinglan's breath hitched, and a rapid gasp escaped her throat.

His clear, ethereal voice was tinged with a hint of hoarseness and nervousness: "I..."

Fu Ying chuckled softly, withdrew his hand, and slowly slid his fingertips down the lines of Qing Lan's back, clearly feeling Qing Lan's body tremble and his suddenly taut muscles.

She suddenly pulled her arms around him and pressed him against her.

Qinglan's forehead pressed against her soft lower abdomen, and he could feel the rise and fall of her breath on every inch of her skin.

Her fingertips slid restlessly, and Qinglan's breathing became more rapid. Her body began to tremble, and her eyes looked like they were tinged with peach blossoms.

Fu Ying leaned down, her red lips pressed against his blood-red earlobe, her alluring voice sweet and seductive: "How about we have a little leopard together?"

Qinglan's breath was scalding hot, and her Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

She had an alluring scent that shattered his reason, and his clear gray-brown eyes became hazy and rosy, with a passionate blush spreading at the corners.

A joyful smile spread across Fuying's eyes as she gently lifted Qinglan's chin with her fingertips.

His usually aloof and languid eyes were now flushed, and even his breathing was trembling and disordered.

Sure enough, the more aloof and unattainable a beauty is, the more fun it is to tease her. Pulling someone down from their pedestal and watching them tremble in your palm is truly irresistible.

Qinglan reached out to pull her, but Fuying deftly dodged her. She parted her red lips slightly and said, "Not now."

Fuying stepped back two paces, and as she turned around, a sly glint appeared in her eyes: "Build the bamboo house properly..."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable of her sentence, her slender fingertips lightly tapping her neck before sliding down to her collarbone, implying: "I will personally go... to inspect it."

Qinglan took a deep breath, calming the surging heat within her body.

He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, gazing at Fuying, his clear voice now husky: "Okay."

Fuying leaned against the door, watching Qinglan's figure disappear into the bamboo forest shrouded in rain. She could still vaguely see several tall figures selecting new bamboo shoots. She turned around, sat down at the table, and nudged Buyehou's lower back with her toe: "Have you heard enough?"

The Undying Marquis, lying on his back on the bamboo plank, suddenly opened his eyes. His seven-colored, glassy eyes reflected a faint, dark light under the lamplight, like poisoned gemstones. His cold voice carried a hint of mockery and murderous intent: "If you don't kill me now, one day I will make you wish you were dead!"

As he finished speaking, the flames in the brazier flickered, as if stunned.

Fu Ying toyed with the bamboo teacup in her hand, brought it to her lips, took a small sip, and moistened her throat.

She stood up, standing at the intersection of light and shadow, her eyes lowered as she gazed at the Lord of Never Night.

His cascading black hair spread out on the bamboo board, his disheveled clothes half-open, revealing a patch of pale skin. The spring-like color made the eerie butterfly pattern on his cheek even more bizarre and beautiful, as if a real poisonous butterfly had landed on it.

But those beautiful, rainbow-like eyes were alive, and fierce.

"Kill you?" Fu Ying suddenly chuckled, her red lips curving into a bewitching smile.

Her shoe tip landed on his heart, her seductive voice trailing off: "That's so boring..."

"That's not what I want."

Her shoe tip moved slowly, gliding across his heart and landing on his pale collarbone, applying slight pressure and gently grinding until a beautiful red mark appeared on his cold, jade-like skin.

He winced in pain, letting out a suppressed groan.

The Phantom Butterfly Clan has never been a physically strong orc race.

"Kill me if you dare!" Lord Nevernight sneered, his seven-colored eyes filled with hatred.

“That won’t do.” Fu Ying curled her lips into a smile, looking down at him with a hint of coldness in her eyes: “You heard it just now, making me angry comes at a price.”

The veins on the side of the Nightless Marquis's neck bulged, and his voice was cold and violent as he roared, "I'd rather die than bear children with a vile woman like you! I'd be disgusted just to touch you!"

"That's not up to you." Fu Ying's narrow eyes curled slightly, she scoffed, and her shoe tip moved down, gently grinding against his most vulnerable spot.

The Marquis of Nevernight suddenly tensed up, his chin jerked back, and a few suppressed groans escaped from his throat.

"The Zerg males are no different from other orc males, right?" Fu Ying asked doubtfully, but glanced at him coldly, with a condescending air.

The Nightless Marquis's fingers were tightly clenched together, a large amount of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, his breathing was disordered and rapid, and in his beautiful seven-colored eyes, there was still undisguised hatred and resistance.

“I’ve always disdained to force things, but you’re so unruly…” Fu Ying chuckled lightly, then suddenly pressed down with her toes. The Marquis of Nightless City looked pained, but she curved her lips into a smile: “It really makes me want to make an exception.”

"Since you can't escape, stay here and behave."

"I will let you go back after you give birth to your cubs."

Fu Ying withdrew her leg, leaned closer, and gently patted the cheek of Bu Ye Hou with her fair hand. The movement was as playful as teasing a caged beast. She smiled and spoke, but her eyes were cold.

Under normal circumstances, you could just coax them a little and let it go.

But the Marquis of Nightless City was fierce and ruthless, and what he did today greatly displeased her. Since gentle words and tactics were ineffective, she had no choice but to resort to force.

Amidst a profusion of flowers blooming, the sudden appearance of this thorny one is quite amusing.

Isn't this a coincidence?

Her specialty is removing thorns.

(End of this chapter)