Chapter 1122 - I Haven’t Lost My Virginity
She was about to kiss him, but ended up not kissing him.
She said he would be disgusted by her filthiness, so she would never kiss his lips, ever.
Xuan Ying lifted his hand, placing his finger on her lip as he rubbed them forcefully, watching all color drain from her lips. Moving his lips, he spat out, “At least you have some self-awareness!”
With her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, Feng Lingxue continued to unbuckle his belt. “Thank you Silver Mask King for the compliment.”
The two who were so in love with each other behaved just like strangers today. The atmosphere in the limousine turned stifling, the temperature plummeting to an icy cold. It was difficult to even breathe.
As he held the willowy figure in his arms, Xuan Ying’s face was indecipherable, seeing her delicate, radiant skin in front of him. He was reminded of three years ago, when she was about to turn 18 years old.
The top social escort of Ah Jiao’s Room was turning 18 soon. The news spread like wildfire and all the wealthy magnates all set their eyes on her. They were all prepared to bid for Feng Lingxue’s virginity.
Feng Lingxue was going to have her first man on the day of her coming of age ceremony.
“I’ll have my man pay to get you out from Ah Jiao’s Room, you’ll never have to return there anymore. Stay by my side, be my… beautiful concubine. Although I have many concubines now, they’re not as good as you. If you pleasure me well enough and if I happen to not get sick of you, I’ll dote on you well. Even after I have a duchess, I’ll not forget about you.”
Feng Lingxue lowered her eyes, listening to him without saying a word.
Xuan Ying stretched his arm out, pinching her face, forcing her to lift her head. “What’s wrong, why aren’t you happy?”
He leaned in, whispering in her ears, “Although you’re still a virgin, that doesn’t change the fact that you’re a prostitute. I’m already kind enough by allowing you to be my concubine and not a slave. Don’t even think about being my duchess.”
Feng Lingxue nodded. “I understand, but I’m not feeling well today. Can I serve you another day?”
“Sure,” he agreed readily.
Feng Lingxue was bewildered, that was fast. Too fast.
Almost immediately, Xuan Ying’s hands traveled down, holding her slim waist as he narrowed his eyes, pinning her with his gaze. “You wouldn’t dare lie to me, right?”
She said she was a virgin.
He would just believe her.
She wouldn’t dare lie to him.
Feng Lingxue had goosebumps after being pinned by his piercing gaze, but she forced herself to remain calm. “You’re right.”
“That’s good.”
Xuan Ying took off his black trench coat, placing it over her body to cover her chest. “Get off, I’ll go look for you soon. Remember to smile next time, aren’t prostitutes supposed to smile? You’re paid to do that after all.”
“Oh.” Her reply was impassive as she stood up.
An underling closed the door right after she alighted from the limousine and it just sped away.
After it left, Feng Lingxue only stood on the spot and the back car window went up. He slumped against the seat, even after all that activity just now, his clothes remained tidy and wrinkle free. He exuded a cold, sinister aura that was strong and unstoppable.
His smile slowly disappeared from her sight.
Feng Lingxue didn’t stay there, she turned around to leave.
Walking along the streets, she felt tired. Sitting on a bench, she just let herself go into a daze as she watched the street lights. After a long while, she took out her phone to make a call.
“Hello, President Gu, please do me a favor. Help me arrange a hymen reconstruction surgery.”