bookrandom Chapter 491: Becoming a demon out of jealousy?
Chapter 491: Becoming a demon out of jealousy?
As she spoke, she took the initiative to reach out and take off her clothes. As she moved, the tight red skirt gradually faded away, revealing her snow-white shoulders...
After taking off her clothes, she rushed towards Chen Yile again, kissed him forcefully again, and her hands were still touching his body randomly.
Chen Yile was a little overwhelmed by her sudden action and wanted to push her away again.
However, while struggling, he accidentally touched the wound on his body left by the battle in the mine. The pain made him hiss and he became unable to move.
But Zhao Qianqian had no intention of stopping, still hugging him tightly, murmuring: "Even if it's only for one night, I must be with you today."
At this ambiguous and confusing moment, the door was suddenly slammed open.
Lin Qingyao rushed in with an angry look on her face. She was wearing a white nightgown. Her originally beautiful face was now a little distorted by anger. Her eyes were wide open, and there was a hint of demonic energy surging in her eyes.
She rushed to the bedside, grabbed Zhao Qianqian's neck and lifted her up. Her voice was as cold as if it came from the Netherworld.
"You shameless woman, how dare you seduce me here? I think you are tired of living!"
Seeing this, Chen Yile ignored the pain in his body, hurriedly reached out and grabbed Lin Qingyao's hand, and explained anxiously.
"Qingyao, don't be like this. Don't blame Qianqian. She just drank too much and is confused. Put her down first and don't hurt her!"
Lin Qingyao seemed to have not heard Chen Yile's words at all. The strength in her hands did not decrease, and she pinched Zhao Qianqian's neck tighter and tighter. Zhao Qianqian's face turned red from being pinched.
The originally fair face now looked as if it was covered with paint, red to a frightening degree, and there were several deep fingerprints on the neck, which was shocking.
Her feet kicked wildly in the air, and each kick seemed so weak, like a drowning person making his last struggle.
He tried desperately to pry Lin Qingyao's hands open with both hands. His fingers turned pale from the effort and his nails turned slightly white, but he couldn't muster any strength and his eyes were full of fear.
Chen Yile became more and more anxious. He knew that Lin Qingyao was really angry. If this continued, Zhao Qianqian might really be in danger of her life.
He quickly freed up one hand, made a quick finger gesture, and then tapped Lin Qingyao's brow. He muttered something and used his spiritual power to try to wake Lin Qingyao up.
Under the influence of Chen Yile's spiritual power, Lin Qingyao's body trembled slightly, the evil spirit in her eyes gradually dissipated, and her eyes slowly regained clarity.
She seemed to come to her senses suddenly, frowned, and with a flick of her hand, threw Zhao Qianqian to the ground like a rag, and said with disgust on her face: "Get out! If you come to bother Chen Yile again, I will kill you! He is mine, understand?"
Zhao Qianqian lay on the ground in a mess, covering her neck and coughing violently, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked at Lin Qingyao with shame and anger, then looked at Chen Yile, her eyes full of resentment.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak because of coughing. The expression on her face was very complicated, with both resentment after being humiliated and reluctance and grievance towards Chen Yile. Her look was really pitiful.
Seeing this, Chen Yile felt a little bit reluctant. He hurriedly picked up Zhao Qianqian's clothes on the ground, walked to her side and said softly.
"Qianqian, put on your clothes first and go quickly. Let's pretend that what happened today never happened. We will all be fine from now on. Don't do this again."
Zhao Qianqian took the clothes, put them on while crying, stood up, glared at Lin Qingyao fiercely, then covered her face and walked out of the room quickly.
Lin Qingyao looked at Zhao Qianqian's departing back, snorted coldly, turned to look at Chen Yile, her eyes still holding a trace of lingering anger, but also mixed with a bit of grievance.
That look made Chen Yile feel guilty, but he didn't know how to comfort her.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward and subtle.
Chen Yile looked at Lin Qingyao, who looked aggrieved and angry, and felt full of guilt.
He scratched his head, a somewhat embarrassed look on his face, and slowly stepped forward, calling softly, "Qingyao."
Lin Qingyao snorted coldly, her delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and her face still showed lingering anger.
She clasped her arms across her chest, turned her body, and faced Chen Yile with her back. Her slender back exuded a sense of stubbornness at this moment.
She was wearing a white nightgown. The material of the nightgown seemed to be the finest silk, with a soft luster. It fit her body gently and swayed gently with her movements, looking very cute.
Looking at Lin Qingyao's face again, it was truly a beauty that could topple a country.
It is no exaggeration to say that if Zhao Qianqian is that kind of sexy beauty, then Lin Qingyao is a fairy who has come down to earth!
Her skin was whiter than snow, as if it were carefully carved from mutton-fat jade, without a single flaw.
In the dim light, it has a faint halo, as if covered with a layer of dreamy gauze, adding a bit of hazy fairy air.
Seeing this, Chen Yile hurriedly took two quick steps and hugged Lin Qingyao from behind. He gently put his face on Lin Qingyao's back.
Feeling the warm body temperature, he said in a somewhat anxious yet sincere tone: "Qingyao, I have already clearly rejected her just now, but who knew that she would be like crazy and not listen to me at all."
Lin Qingyao's body trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing her inner emotions.
Her eyes were red and she looked aggrieved. She turned to look at Chen Yile, her voice tinged with tears as she asked, "Since you refused, why did you let her kiss you?"
Chen Yile looked helpless, his brows slightly furrowed, his face full of bitterness, and he hurriedly explained.
"Qingyao, you don't know, she accidentally pressed on my wound, and I was in so much pain that I couldn't move at all. I really couldn't push her away, and I really didn't want to do that."
When Lin Qingyao heard this, a hint of nervousness flashed in her eyes. She turned around quickly, her eyes fixed on the wound on Chen Yile's body.
Her eyes, once clear as water, were now filled with worry. When she saw blood seeping out of the wound, her face suddenly turned pale. She immediately said distressedly, "It's bleeding! That stinky woman! She's too cruel!"
Chen Yile said, "She probably didn't mean it. Qingyao, don't be angry. I'm worried that if you get angry, you'll turn into a demon again like before. I'll be heartbroken."
Lin Qingyao bit her lips lightly, and her rosy lips turned a little white. She looked at Chen Yile, her tone softened, and said, "As long as you don't make me angry in the future, I'll be fine. You stay here first, I'll go get you a medicine box."