Female Mercenary Transmigration 2: Smiling as the Clouds Rise
Chapter 8: In the Bridal Chamber, Full of Killing Intent 4
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Her waist-length black hair was slightly damp from her recent sweat, a few strands clinging to her forehead, lending her a striking, wild beauty.
Raising his hand, he picked up a bright yellow robe from the bedside shelf, turned his back to the bed, and threw it on casually, loosely tying a belt around his waist. He spoke in a deep voice, "Someone, bring the Empress to..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Behind him, Hua Wuxin had already reached back and grabbed a jade pillow from beside her head, hurling it with unerring precision at the bedpost.
As the jade pillow shattered and flew apart, Hua Wuxin raised her hand and caught the sharpest fragment most suitable for an attack.
Her arm traced a semicircle through the air, the shard of jade gripped between her fingers gleaming lustrously in the candlelight as she slashed toward the man's carotid artery.
Without even turning his head, the man reached back and seized Hua Wuxin's wrist mid-attack.
With a surge of strength from his fingers, he knocked the jade shard from her palm.
It fell to the floor along with the other flying fragments of the pillow, producing a crisp clatter of colliding jade.
The scattering shards made the candlelight appear even more brilliant, and made the skin exposed to the air on Hua Wuxin's body appear exceptionally radiant.
Her skin was in perfect harmony with the broken jade scattered across the floor.
Yet, it was even more lustrous than the jade itself.
The man did not even glance at the fragments on the ground.
Similarly, he did not look at Hua Wuxin's fair, flawless skin.
He turned around and lowered his head, meeting Hua Wuxin's eyes, which were filled with murderous intent.
Looking into those defiant eyes, his gaze swept over Hua Wuxin's graceful body, and the desire he had just vented resurfaced instantly.
His body remained still, but he leaned down, staring into the eyes that made him unable to resist the urge to ruthlessly conquer her. "You have made me feel desire again!"
His tone, however, was indifferent and cold.
It was as if he were merely telling a maid that he was hungry.
Hua Wuxin's response to this sentence was simple: a low, teeth-gritting curse, "You bastard!"
The insult caused a dangerous light to flicker in the man's cold eyes.
Yet, a faint smile curled at the corners of his mouth.