C70 The Obsession of Love and Its Extremity

His entire body was covered with kiss marks, blue and purple. All of them showed how crazy Xiao Qinghan was being with her. Ling Muxue felt a wave of disgust in her heart.

He turned on the shower and rubbed his body hard. After the shower, his body relaxed, and he put on his clothes and went to the door. He put his hand on the handle and was about to open it.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the handle. He tried to twist it a few times, but the door didn't open. He actually locked it from the outside.

He angrily clenched his hand into a fist and knocked on the door.

"Xiao Qinghan! Let me out! Let me out!" No matter how much she shouted, no matter how hard she knocked, there was still no movement outside the door.

It was only when her hand was in pain from being knocked on that she stopped. She angrily put her hand down and looked around angrily. When she saw the balcony, she quickly walked over.

The Roman-style spacious balcony was surrounded by roses, European-style court decorations, chairs, and the afterglow of the setting sun. It added a sense of nobility to the place.

Ling Muxue stood on the balcony with her hands on the balcony. She looked into the distance, and the place she was standing at was the highest point of the entire castle.

From here, you could see the whole sea, and you could see the islands, and the red of the setting sun, and the waves, and the waves, and the swallows, gliding in the sky, and with the high sound of freedom, it was definitely the best place to enjoy the view of the sea and the sky.

The sun was setting, and the night was about to arrive.

However, at this moment, Ling Muxue was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery. It was simply impossible for her to escape from this place. She angrily slapped the balcony with her palm and turned around abruptly. She saw Xiao Qinghan standing at the threshold of the French window.

He had come in from the moment she stood there, watching her gaze into the distance, her slender, soft back, noble as a goddess who had fallen into the world, the light of the setting sun falling on her body, the beauty so unreal that he wanted nothing more than to be quietly intoxicated by the beauty that was unreal to him.

The moment Xiao Qinghan saw her turn around, his intoxicated gaze instantly turned cold and ruthless.

"Don't tell me you're so stupid as to want to jump from here!"

Ling Muxue stared at him. Today, he was dressed in a casual gray housecoat that wrapped around his tall and straight figure. His black ink-like hair was not combed up and there were wisps of messy bangs on his forehead. He was casual and indolent, and his resolute and handsome face always gave people a stunning feeling.

At this moment, the coldness on his body had weakened quite a bit, but when he looked at Ling Muxue, his eyes were so cold that there was no warmth at all.

Ling Muxue lowered her eyes and did not look at him. She did not say anything and walked in his direction. However, there was an uncomfortable feeling in her lower body that made her walk a bit strange. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and went around Xiao Qinghan.

Seeing that she ignored his gaze, he grabbed her arm angrily and pulled her from behind to face him.

"Let go of me! Don't touch me!" Ling Muxue frowned. She struggled with all her might, trying to break free from Xiao Qinghan's grasp. "What did you bring me here for? Let me go!"

Xiao Qinghan looked at her angry little face and her cold eyes rolled with waves of shock. "Are you really in such a hurry to get back? Are you in a hurry to go back and find a man? Ling Muxue, you are really despicable. You really don't take my warning to heart."

Her words caused Ling Muxue's body to suddenly stiffen. She stared at him with her eyes wide open and her voice softened, "Yes! I am cheap. In your eyes, have I not always been a slut? Aren't I the scourge in your eyes? Then why did you still want to marry me? Why did you still save me? Why did you endure looking at me and dirtying your eyes? Isn't it good to leave me to fend for myself?"

...""

"Xiao Qinghan, please let me go, and let yourself go as well ..." she prayed in a low voice.

"Enough!" He roared, his eyes bloodshot. Let her go? Let her go, and she would be free, but what about him? Who would let him go?

It was impossible to let her go. Unless she could return his complete heart to him, otherwise, they would suffer together in hell.

Ling Muxue did not have the time to react before her mouth was fiercely sealed. Xiao Qinghan kissed her crazily without the slightest hint of gentleness. It was punishment, venting.

This damned woman, how dare she ask him why he wanted to marry her? Why did he save her? Why was he still looking at her? He was the only one who knew the answer. Since she didn't love him, he would let her be tortured in this endless abyss of darkness with him.

Ling Muxue pushed him with all her might, but he held her very tightly. There was no gentleness in that grip that came from the devil of hell. The feeling made her feel uncomfortable. Not only did she feel pain in her body, but it was also pain in the bottom of her heart. She did not want to have anything to do with him, she did not want to...

Subconsciously he began to push her away, and with a tug of his teeth a fishy smell began to spread between their mouths.

Xiao Qinghan groaned in pain. Ling Muxue took the opportunity to push him away forcefully. She suddenly raised her hand and there was a loud bang...

The red mark of five fingers appeared on Xiao Qinghan's face.

"I hate you!" After he finished speaking, he endured the discomfort in his body and rushed out of the door.

Xiao Qinghan was stunned. After a short silence, the gentle airflow seemed to be burning, and then a roar like that of a lion could be heard.

With a loud bang, a fist landed on the jade doors and windows, causing them to shatter.

He was leaning against the edge of the flowerbed with his hands on the white-jade pillar and his tall body swaying unsteadily. The thorny vines that had climbed out of the flowerbed had wrapped around him, but he did not feel any pain at all, he was leaning against the vines, and his hands were stretched out on the porcelain floor.

His strength seemed to have been drained out of him, and so he lowered his eyes and leaned weakly against the vines, letting them wrap themselves around him.

Suddenly, a rose that had lost several petals fell into his palm. He woke up with a start and opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and put the rose in front of his eyes. He looked at it without looking away.

It was a black rose petal that was about to wilt. It was imprinted in his black eyes like a shining stone.

The black rose represented beautiful love, hopeless love, hatred, and curses. You will always be mine, representing the persistence and extremeness of love.

And Xiao Qinghan's love for Ling Muxue proved the meaning of those words. Even in despair, even if he knew that there would be no result, even if he hated her, he still insisted on getting it.

Suddenly, Xiao Qinghan crushed the ruined flower in his palm and stood up.

Even if the result was destruction, he had to drag her along.

After Ling Muxue rushed out of the room, she didn't know how to proceed. It was as if she had entered a huge maze, as if she was a headless fly.