Lu Chengfeng held Zhu Yuxian tightly in his arms, gently stroking the woman's back marked with blue and purple bruises. He looked at her, exhausted yet filled with relaxation and comfort, and softly said, "I know you're holding back a breath of anger in your heart, unwilling to bow to me."
"But think about it, what is the relationship between the two of us?"
"Even though I have so many women, aside from Suyi, my wife, the most important one is you."
"If you find me displeasing, you can hit me or scold me, but don't be at odds with yourself. It will only hurt you and also make me feel uncomfortable."
Zhu Yuxian felt as if her body had been trampled by a wild beast, battered and exhausted, yet this physical exhaustion and torment brought her an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
"Even a beast like you would feel sad for me?"
She wanted to speak but couldn't, and instead, a wisp of Divine Thought intertwined with Lu Chengfeng's, as if they were snuggling together.
