My Scheming Little Devil

Her voice trembled with emotion, releasing the madness of her unregretful heart through the most sincere and intense words.

"The man I love, he is exactly like this—cruel and ruthless, yet deeply affectionate towards me. Even with bloody hands, he can’t bear to see me hurt in the slightest.

You said that because I understand you, my love would fade away. If that is indeed the case, I don’t deserve your love—one that couldn’t withstand such a test."

Third Young Master Jun suddenly turned around, his emotions surging intensely, and he held her tightly, overwhelmed by strong feelings.

Although he also believed she loved him, there still lingered a sliver of doubt; if she knew more of his past, it would challenge her moral boundaries beyond tolerance.

He never realized she could love him so deeply, so irrationally.

She accepted all of him, embracing his entirety without reservation.

"You really are a fool." His fair fingers, well-defined, trembled as they cradled her small face. His eyes burned with love, his passion for her reaching its zenith.

He could never love anyone else this way again in his lifetime.

He wanted to give her his blood, his breath, even his life.

He bowed his head, hugged her tightly, seized her lips forcefully, and kissed her intensely.

The strength of passion and love, as their lips intertwined and rubbed vigorously, let both taste a faint trace of blood, trickling between their lips, yet feeling the sweetness and wildness in the blood.

Ye Lu didn’t resist, held tightly by him, lost in his tempestuous kisses.

She wanted nothing more than to cling to him completely, to kiss him fervently, desiring a deeper entanglement, where their heated breaths, fierce heartbeats, and stirring souls overlapped everything, indistinguishable from each other.

The kiss seemed to last a century, sending hearts racing, lost in this profound love.

Gradually moving from the doorway to the bedside.

Ye Lu, breathing rapidly, pressed against his robust chest, felt light as he lifted her and placed her atop the bed, sitting there.

His kisses, however, remained continuous like wandering fish, moving from her tender lips to the beautiful curves of her lip corners, then to her straight, delicate nose, all the way to her trembling, moist eyelashes.

He lovingly traced the delicate beauty of her face, wishing he could etch every line, kiss every inch of her skin.

Such fiery passion, such overwhelming love flooded over them like a tidal wave, drowning their senses, losing themselves, longing only to meld passionately with their beloved.

In the chaotic fervor of passionate breaths, Ye Lu lifted her head, her starry eyes hazy, her cheeks flushing brilliantly like crimson twilight.

Her long hair cascaded down her partly exposed snowy shoulders, where black jade met white snow, highlighting the most moving colors!

Her slender, soft hands weakly hooked around his neck, her cherry lips bright and tempting, half-open as her breath escaped from her mouth, scalding his heart.

"Wait a moment," she murmured in a soft, powerless voice, tinted with the allure of deep passion.

Rather than stopping him, it more closely resembled an invitation, a teasing lure.

"Your shoulder wound hasn’t healed; it could open and bleed."

"Then let it open," Third Young Master Jun, frustrated that she was thinking of such trivial matters at a moment like this, knew that even a blood-drenched love couldn’t deter him.