bayedsolid Chapter 125 Murong Yi's Forced Kiss
Chapter 125 Murong Yi's Forced Kiss
Murong Yi hurried into the Imperial Garden, her face gloomy, her brows furrowed, a deep knot forming between her eyebrows, her eyes filled with entanglement and frustration.
He walked straight to a quiet corner, stood there, staring blankly at the pavilions and towers in the distance, his thoughts tangled and intertwined in his mind like a jumble of hemp.
Su Wan'er followed, and looking at Murong Yi's appearance, she said softly, "Your Highness."
Murong Yi turned her head slightly, looked at Su Wan'er, her eyes softening, and gently comforted her, "Wan'er, I want to be alone for a while, you should go back first."
Su Wan'er bit her lower lip slightly, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes. But seeing that Murong Yi had made up his mind, she could only obediently nod: "Then Your Highness, please don't stand for too long. Go back to your room and rest early." After saying that, she slowly turned around and left the Imperial Garden, looking back every few steps.
After she left, Murong Yi sighed softly and fell into deep thought again.
At this moment, Lin Qianqian walked into the Imperial Garden in a huff, her eyes fixed on Murong Yi's back, her hands unconsciously on her hips, and she let out a soft snort to express her dissatisfaction.
Her anger burned fiercely, and without thinking, she strode towards Murong Yi, each step carrying immense force, shouting as she went, "Murong Yi!"
Hearing the call, Murong Yi slowly turned around. When she saw that it was Lin Qianqian, her face instantly returned to its cold and indifferent expression, as if nothing had happened. She stared blankly ahead, ignoring Lin Qianqian and showing no intention of responding.
This arrogant and indifferent attitude was like adding fuel to the fire, making Lin Qianqian's already angry emotions rise even higher, and the anger in her heart was about to burst out.
Lin Qianqian, her face contorted with rage, stormed towards Murong Yi and shouted, "Why did you throw that pen holder away? It's smashed! What's wrong with you? Don't you have a heart? That was Wuming's hard work! He meant well, and you treated him like this! You've gone too far!"
Enraged by the barrage of accusations, Murong Yi roared, "Lin Qianqian!" He then abruptly reached out and grabbed Lin Qianqian's wrist, his grip so tight it seemed he wanted to crush her bones. His eyes widened in fury, spitting fire as he glared at her, gritting his teeth as he said, "Don't forget you're a married woman! Always flirting with a man like that, how shameless! Do you have some illicit affair with that nameless man? Are you trying to make a fool of yourself by standing up for him like this?"
"You!!!" Upon hearing such offensive words, Lin Qianqian felt her blood rush to her head, her mind going blank. Her chest heaved violently, and her anger reached its peak. Unable to contain her rage any longer, she raised her hand and, with all her might, slapped Murong Yi hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed in the silent Imperial Garden, seemingly striking the tense, stalemated relationship between the two.
Murong Yi was stunned for a few seconds by the sudden slap. The burning pain on his face seemed to put his mind into a brief blank. But then, an even more intense storm surged in his eyes.
He slowly raised his head, staring intently at Lin Qianqian, his gaze like that of a demon from hell, filled with endless anger and possessiveness. He clenched his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks bulging as if he were desperately trying to suppress some emotion that was about to spiral out of control.
Suddenly, he grabbed Lin Qianqian's face with both hands like pincers and forcefully kissed her. Lin Qianqian was shocked by this unexpected action and stared wide-eyed. She instinctively tried to push against Murong Yi's chest with both hands, but Murong Yi seemed to be insane at this moment, ignoring her resistance.
His kiss grew more intense, with an almost manic obsession, as if he wanted to vent all the anger, resentment, and suppressed emotions in his heart through this kiss. Lin Qianqian's struggles seemed so powerless under his overwhelming onslaught; her heart was filled with fear and rage.
Lin Qianqian continued to resist, but to no avail. However, Murong Yi had completely lost his mind. His kisses were like a storm, forcefully prying open her teeth, his tongue probing wildly, stealing her breath. Every thrust and caress carried an irresistible force, his hot breath spraying on her face, mingling with his unique scent and enveloping her tightly.
Lin Qianqian's struggles grew increasingly feeble, tears welling in her eyes, but were silenced by the violent kiss. She could only let out muffled sounds of resistance, her body trembling slightly from the struggle, which seemed to further ignite the mad obsession deep within Murong Yi's heart.
"Murong Yi, you... umm..."
After an unknown amount of time, Murong Yi seemed to gradually awaken from a frenzied dream, and her movements slowly slowed down.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Lin Qianqian used all her strength to push him away. She subconsciously pursed her lips, the tingling and humiliating feeling from the forced kiss still lingering on her lips. She trembled as she raised her hand to touch her lips, her eyes filled with confusion and panic.
She stared at Murong Yi in disbelief, as if scrutinizing a complete stranger, then slowly shook her head, seemingly unable to believe that what had just happened was so absurd yet real. Immediately afterward, she turned and strode away, her retreating figure conveying an endless resolve and a desperate desire to escape.
Murong Yi stood there, stunned, staring in the direction Lin Qianqian had gone, as if struck by lightning. His mind went blank for a moment, and then, as if waking from a dream, he realized just how crazy and unforgivable his actions had been.
Regret and self-blame overwhelmed him like a surging tide. His eyes were filled with pain and self-loathing, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily. His heart was being gnawed by endless guilt, as if he had fallen into a dark abyss and could not find a way out.