Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 456 - 396: The word "love," twists and turns a thousand times, unyielding amidst countless setbacks
The whole world seemed to come to a standstill at this moment.
Shang Ruyi only felt the blood in her whole body surging violently, as if raising huge waves inside her, crashing into her heart that was already stagnant.
Then, she listened to her own heartbeat, one beat after another.
As if it was about to jump out of her chest.
She felt a little pain and some bewilderment, instinctively reaching out to press against her chest, but Yu Wenye firmly held her wrist, preventing her from moving. Her heartbeat became erratic again, wanting to look up at him, but meeting those deep, tender eyes, her thoughts became even more chaotic.
She hurriedly lowered her head.
And Yu Wenye, seeing her panicked look, his face which was originally gritting with anger, even a little fierce, slowly softened at this moment, and his eyes revealed a gentle hint of what seemed like a smile. He lowered his head, staring at her fully flushed ears, leaned in, and whispered, "Speak."
"..."
"I want you to speak!"
As he spoke, he pressed his body tightly against hers, causing the door behind her to clang loudly.
The sound startled Shang Ruyi into a shiver, wishing desperately to curl up, but Yu Wenye’s hands held her tightly, giving her no chance to retreat or evade.
Shang Ruyi could only lower her head, and softly said, "What should I say?"
"..."
Yu Wenye gritted his teeth again.
He leaned in, took her earlobe into his mouth, and lightly nibbled with the sharpest part of his tooth. Shang Ruyi let out a cry of pain, like a cat whose ear had been tugged. Unable to help herself, she glared at him with eyes tinged red.
And that glance, full of bashful anger, even carried the endless grievances of these past days.
Which made Yu Wenye’s heart tingle with an electric warmth.
His breath became heavy, but Shang Ruyi lowered her head again, avoiding his gaze. He was suddenly struck with a sense of crisis, as if even with arms outstretched, he couldn’t reach this little woman. Although clearly, she was in his embrace, and if he wanted to, he could, right at this moment—
Thinking of this, a fire inexplicably ignited in his heart, but the last bit of rationality in his mind told him this was definitely not allowed!
So, he heavily exhaled.
The hot breath blew over Shang Ruyi’s already red and burning ear, causing her a helpless shiver.
Watching her like this, Yu Wenye gritted his teeth again, suppressing the heat in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Aren’t you supposed to be so magnanimous and gracious? Why are you acting like this now?"
"..."
"Or is it that you only want to be a magnanimous and gracious daughter-in-law of the Duke Mansion, but you don’t really care for my feelings."
Saying this, Yu Wenye’s gaze turned cold.
He deliberately slowly released the small woman in his arms, glanced at her, and exhaled heavily, almost turning to leave.
But just as he was about to turn away, he felt a weight on his chest.
Lowering his head, he realized that although Shang Ruyi still kept her head down, not daring to look at him, she had reached out at this moment, clutching his lapel, making him stay.
A flicker of light appeared in Yu Wenye’s eyes.
He leaned towards her ear again, this time, not only seeing her red earlobes and cheeks, even from a slight distance, he could feel the burning breath emitting from her seemingly icy white skin, as if if she spoke again, or confronted his feelings, she would completely combust.
Yu Wenye chuckled softly in his heart.
He didn’t speak anymore, just stood there quietly, looking down at her, his gaze intense, wandering over every inch of her skin, as if an emperor surveying his realm.
And being caressed by his gaze, Shang Ruyi trembled, but she still raised her eyes amidst the nearly breaking trembling, looking at Yu Wenye once more, her gaze flickered as she said, "Feng Chen..."
"...!"
Hearing this title, Yu Wenye’s heart also shook.
Between them, due to the initial relationship, her way of addressing him was always awkward; she once called him as Princess Xinyue did, Second Brother; during that night at Ban Yan Temple, he had allowed her to call him "Feng Chen", and she too had sweetly and tenderly called him that; but ever since knowing about his feelings for Empress Jiang, she never called him that again.
Now, she called him—Feng Chen again.
The two of them almost instinctively recalled the entwined tenderness of that night, even the scent of sandalwood lingering in the air, and the burning temperature of the other’s body as their skins touched, remained the same.
