Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 512 The Princess Who Wants to Compilation 9

"What are you hiding from?" Yun Chu's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of inquiring smile, her red lips close to him, "Could it be... that I look hideous?" The warm breath with a hint of alcohol sprayed on Shen Ji's face, causing a slight shudder.

Shen Ji's Adam's apple rolled violently, but no sound came out.

All his willpower was used to resist the instinctive trembling of his body and suppress the desire to kill that almost broke through the cage of reason.

The painful memories of his previous life and the forced humiliation in this life reached a climax at this moment. He felt like he was thrown into a purgatory of ice and fire, and his soul was struggling on the edge of being torn apart.

Yun Chu seemed very satisfied with his stiffness and silence at the moment, and a subtle, almost cruel interest flashed in his drunken eyes.

She leaned closer, and with her other hand, which was burning hot, she gently stroked the back of Shen Ji's hand, which was clenched tightly in his knees, with his knuckles turning white.

Then, her cold fingertips, like a nimble snake, slid along his wrist and slowly into the depths of his slightly opened collar...

The moment the cold fingertips touched his skin, the string in Shen Ji's mind, which was stretched to the extreme, made a clang sound.

broken.

The cold touch was like the bite of a poisonous snake, piercing through all the shaky fortresses of Shen Ji's rationality.

The long-suppressed flames of revenge and the instinctive reaction of humiliation erupted violently like a raging volcano at the moment the last string broke!

In a flash, Shen Ji suddenly raised his hand, not to push him away, but to counterattack fiercely as if he was forced into a desperate situation!

He grabbed Yun Chu's wrist, which was about to penetrate his clothes, with such force that he almost crushed her delicate joints. The soft, boneless touch aroused his deeper violence.

"Huh?!" A trace of disbelief and surprise flashed across Yun Chu's drunken eyes, and then was replaced by a stronger interest.

That lazy dignity was interrupted by the sudden attack, which not only did not make her angry, but seemed to ignite some dangerous fire in her body.

However, Shen Ji did not stop.

Before Yun Chu could fully react, he had already rushed forward!

With the strength of his kneeling position and the sudden burst of momentum, Shen Ji suddenly lunged forward. His strong body brought with it the oppressive feeling of a mountain collapsing, and he pressed Yun Chu, who was reclining on the brocade couch, heavily under him!

The limp body let out a dull groan.

The gorgeous brocade bedding flew around in disarray under the impact, and the glass wine pot on the table was knocked over by the elbow, and smashed into pieces with a crisp "crash". The mellow wine was like flowing blood, and instantly spread a dark stain on the carpet.

The sound was like a war drum, shattering the last trace of ambiguous illusion in the bedroom.

Shen Ji's heavy body pressed down on Yun Chu tightly. His knees were pressed against her sides, pinning her to the couch with his weight. One hand still held her wrist like an iron clamp, pressing it tightly above her head.

The other hand grabbed her graceful neck like lightning!

This is not a gentle caress, but a control full of murderous intent.

His slender fingers were like cold iron chains, precisely clasped on the throat, the tiger's mouth blocking the trachea, and under the fingertips he could clearly feel the weak pulse beating wildly under the skin - that was the beating of life, and also the most vulnerable proof of his target of revenge.

As long as he exerts a little force...

"Let go?" Yun Chu did not struggle. Instead, he raised his chin slightly and pushed his fragile throat closer to his palm.

Under the thick eyelashes, the pair of drunken eyes were now sharp as a knife, with an almost provocative cold scrutiny, piercing straight into Shen Ji's frantic eyes.

Her red lips curled up in a coquettish and sarcastic arc, her voice was slightly hoarse due to being stifled, but every word was clear: "Shen Ji, you are so bold! Do you think you can touch this prince's hand...?"

She did not feel a trace of fear, only the offended royal dignity and ignited anger burning in her.

That look was like looking at a beautiful, mad pet trying to devour its owner, disgust mixed with a hint of morbid interest.

All of Shen Ji's movements suddenly froze.

He strangled the slender throat, and felt her warm body temperature and pulse in his palm.

The scene of being humiliated and tortured by her in his previous life flashed through his mind, and murderous intent roared in his veins.

Just a moment! Just a thought! Everything can be over! The power of his men is almost at its limit...

Just then, his fingertips touched something. It was a fragment of a token that hung from her neck on a thin gold chain. It was irregular in shape, with sharp edges, and it pierced his knuckles through the gauze of her nightgown.

The memories of the past cut through the fog like a sharp sword - that was the tiger talisman!

It is a token of her personal loyalty that can mobilize her most trusted cavalry (the Empress doted on Lan Guijun and bestowed upon her the tiger talisman when she was thirteen years old)!

It was this thing in his previous life that once caused a group of iron-blooded guards loyal only to her to open the door to hell for him!

It was like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head. The cold touch startled his mind, which had been completely overwhelmed by the rage of revenge.

He suddenly lowered his head and saw that his hand, with bulging veins and white joints, was stuck on the jade neck that had once haunted him but now made him hate it.

What did he do?!

This wasn't assassination, it was self-destruction! If he killed her, everyone tonight, including himself, would die!

"Uh... cough..." A strong feeling of nausea rose from the throat, mixed with despair and the intense humiliation of being played around with.

Shen Ji's hand suddenly bounced away from Yun Chu's neck as if it had been burned by a branding iron! The fierce stranglehold collapsed in an instant.

Almost instinctively, in order to conceal his fatal gaffe and murderous intent that was enough to kill his entire clan, he moved faster than he thought - before the cold scrutiny in Yun Chu's eyes turned into a more severe punishment, the hand that withdrew, covered in cold sweat, hurriedly brushed towards the burning candlestick on the small table beside the couch!

"Snap! Buzz—"

The candlestick was swept to the ground roughly!

The brass base was heavy, the candle wick rolled off, and the flame licked the carpet, making a slight "hissing" sound. Fortunately, the wine wet that small area. The flame struggled for a few times, only burning a bunch of wool thread before unwillingly turning into a wisp of green smoke, leaving behind a mess, a strong burnt smell and an even more pungent smell of alcohol.

The bedroom fell into an eerie silence.

The only sound was Shen Ji's heavy breathing as he lay on Yun Chu, like a trapped beast on the verge of death.

He released the hand that was restraining her wrist, his shoulders shaking violently and uncontrollably, his forehead pressed against the soft yet cold brocade, not daring to look at the pair of all-seeing eyes on her body.

Everything happened in an instant, from the violent attack to the embarrassing self-destruction, as fast as an absurd nightmare.

Yun Chu lay there quietly, her clothes slightly disheveled, and even a few red marks on her delicate collarbone from Shen Ji's hard pinching. She was not frightened, and did not even rush to get up.

Those bottomless eyes passed over Shen Ji's trembling back that was pressing on her, and fell on the pile of charred marks in the corner that were still smoking.