Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 170: Sigh, She Really Is a Beast

Song Lianhe struggled, raising a hand to grab his wrist and push his hand away from her cheek. "Um... we can sit down and talk this over."

The man scoffed.

’She was always so good at these little deceptions!’

He simply stepped back. "Fine. Let’s talk."

"Actually, I had no choice that day. I was drugged. If I hadn’t run away, I would have been framed for having an affair with a servant! I had to save myself!"

Hearing her words, the man lifted his eyes slightly.

"I ran to the back mountain behind the mansion precisely because it was deserted. Who would have thought I’d run into you there! And back then, you were also..."

’...so delectable...’

"How was I supposed to control myself~" Song Lianhe said, shooting him a plaintive glance. "Besides, you didn’t push me away then. I thought you were willing."

The man said coldly, "I was injured at the time. I couldn’t move."

"..."

’The way he said that, he might as well have branded the word "brute" onto my forehead.’

Song Lianhe awkwardly averted her gaze. "But... but your reaction back then was clearly also very... very vi-vigorous... And the second time... it wasn’t me who initiated it..."

WHOOSH.

This time, the dart skimmed past her scalp.

Song Lianhe was too scared to move, her wide eyes staring at him in disbelief.

"C-Can’t we just talk things out? Why do you have to pull a knife at the slightest disagreement...?"

The man lifted the hem of his robes and sat directly on the canopy bed, staring at the woman across from him.

She had taken off her wedding gown and was wearing only her red inner robes. Her chest was full, her slender waist looked too delicate to grasp, and she stood there timidly, bathed in the room’s seductive candlelight—a sight that stirred an unbearable itch in one’s heart.

She was truly frightened. Her small face was deathly pale, and as she spoke, she kept glancing around warily, terrified that someone would barge in and see them.

The man rubbed his fingers together, his eyes narrowing.

"Well? How do you plan to make this right?"

Song Lianhe raised a hand to lightly wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. "Er, how about... I give you some money for emotional damages? I mean, Silver... Of course, I just want to make amends this way. I don’t mean to belittle you."

The man stared at her for a long moment without speaking. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Song Lianhe felt a growing unease. Standing there, she didn’t know what to do with her hands. "Why don’t you name your price... As long as it’s within my power, I’ll do my best to make it up to you."

The man suddenly turned his head, glancing toward the door.

Just then, Song Lianhe also heard footsteps. "Oh no! Someone’s coming!"

She rushed forward in a panic. "What do we do? What do we do?"

’If anyone sees me with another man on my wedding night, I won’t have to worry about any hero or villain coming after me—I can just exit the story right now.’

"Miss?"

It was Shuang Ye.

In her panic, Song Lianhe shoved the man onto the bed and pulled the large red wedding quilt over him.

She was just about to turn back when her wrist was seized. In the next instant, she was dragged onto the bed as well, and then, the bed curtains fell...

At that exact moment, the door was pushed open.

Shuang Ye entered but didn’t see anyone in the room. She looked around, and then she suddenly saw the raised lump under the quilt behind the canopy bed’s curtains...

Under the quilt, Song Lianhe was pressed on top of the man, not daring to breathe. His silver mask was reflected in her terrified eyes, and the air between them was filled with his cold breath.

Shuang Ye naturally knew it couldn’t be the Prince. She sighed, walked over, and began picking up the wedding gown from the floor while muttering, "Miss, you may not want to hear this, but I have to say..."

Song Lianhe was impossibly tense, especially as the man’s body beneath her gradually grew hot with a distinctly masculine warmth.

She bit her lip, unable to meet his gaze, and awkwardly shifted her face a fraction to the side.

But holding her neck stiff like that was tiring. Just as she was about to give out, a large hand suddenly pressed down on the nape of her neck, pushing her head directly onto his chest.

Song Lianhe started in surprise, caught completely off guard as she was pillowed on his chest. Its solid hardness was an undeniable reminder of just how powerful his physique was.

The man’s gaze lowered, sweeping over the woman on his chest. His magnificent, crimson lips curved slightly upward.

"...Miss, I know you’re not asleep, and you don’t have to pretend you can’t hear me. Tomorrow, rumors that the Prince has given you the cold shoulder will spread through the mansion. How will you deal with that then? And what about the General Mansion? Just think, what if the madam hears about it? She’ll probably be so happy she’ll want to set off a few strings of firecrackers!"

’How could I possibly be in the mood to listen to the little maid’s chatter? The hand of the man beneath me had, at some unknown moment, moved to my waist. It kneaded the soft flesh there, a random, intimate caress, on and off, with no discernible rhythm, that was grinding my willpower to dust!’

’Especially since this was the man I’d been intimate with before. The moment he got close, that shameful memory would violently assail me!’

She couldn’t take it anymore. She was about to peek her head out to tell Shuang Ye to leave, but as if sensing her intention, the man suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath him. At the same time, one of his hands clamped over her mouth...