When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

"boom!"

Jiang Song cast a spell and slammed the door shut. She flashed and stood in front of Xie Changyan. "Xie Changyan, you must give me an explanation today!"

Xie Changyan stared at her. She was wearing a white nightgown, her dark hair was slightly messy, and her pretty little face was full of stubbornness and unwillingness, as well as the traces of tears that had not yet dried. His heart couldn't help but soften.

Jiang Song took a step forward barefoot, approaching Xie Changyan, "Why?"

Xie Changyan simply picked her up by the waist and put her back on the bed.

He took out a pair of snow-white stockings from the bedside drawer and gently put them on her. "The ground is cold, don't get cold."

Jiang Song wanted to struggle, but he held his ankle tightly and he couldn't move.

Her face flushed instantly, and she glared at him with shame and anger, "Let me go! I don't need you to do this!"

"Really?" Xie Changyan put her feet back into the quilt, leaned in close, and supported her sides with his hands, his warm breath spraying on her face, "But I want to do it."

Jiang Song turned his head away, not wanting to meet his gaze, but his heart was beating like a drum, in a mess.

"Song'er, what are you upset about? Who am I, or who should I be? Hasn't your heart been as clear as a mirror for a long time?"

Jiang Song stared at him blankly, with a thousand thoughts in her mind. Yes, how could she not know that?

It's just that the body has fallen into depravity at the beginning, and the mind has fallen into depravity now.

She just didn't want to accept it!

Why is he the one who teases and also the one who pulls away?

But she was like a clown, being fooled around by him.

"You..." She just opened her mouth when Xie Changyan silenced her with a kiss, and her hands were also clasped tightly above her head, making her unable to move.

This kiss was full of unquestionable dominance, yet also contained endless tenderness.

Under Xie Changyan's gentle attack, the anger and unwillingness in Jiang Song's heart gradually softened into grievance and doubt.

After the kiss, Xie Changyan looked into Jiang Song's sparkling eyes and said, "Song'er, the weak have no right to ask why. Do you understand?"

There was a meaningful smile on his face, and the gentleness of the past was no longer seen in his narrow and long phoenix eyes, but was replaced by an unfathomable depth.

Jiang Song gasped, his chest heaving violently. The tears in his eyes finally couldn't be contained anymore and slid down the corners of his eyes and disappeared into his hair.

"So, you've been treating me like a toy?"

Xie Changyan smiled softly and reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes, his movements gentle yet dangerous. "Plaything? You don't have to think so little of yourself. There aren't many people in this world who can give me so much trouble, and you..."

As he spoke, he gently traced her cheek with his fingertips, "...it's unique."

Jiang Song waved his hand away, sat up, and turned his back to him, "Go away, and don't come here again."

Her voice was full of determination, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

Xie Changyan stood up, his eyes suddenly cold, "Song'er, what do you think you can decide? It's not up to you whether to come or not."

Jiang Song's body trembled slightly, but she still stubbornly did not look back.

"Xie Changyan, if you continue to pester me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Heartless?" Xie Changyan lifted Jiang Song's chin and looked down at her. "Then desire breeds love. After all, love is also love."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and all the clothes on Jiang Song's body were taken off by spiritual power, leaving only her petite body exposed to the air, and her skin was faintly pink.

Jiang Song cried out in shock, his hands hurriedly covering his chest, his face filled with shame and anger: "Xie Changyan, are you crazy?"

Xie Changyan's eyes were deep and complex, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Crazy? Maybe."

He approached Jiang Song step by step, forced her to the corner of the bed, supported his hands on her sides, and trapped her between his arms and the bed.

"You...don't do anything rash!" Jiang Song secretly exerted force, trying to break free from Xie Changyan's restraints.

Xie Changyan seemed not to have heard. He lowered his head, gently nuzzled Jiang Song's nose with the tip of his nose, and nibbled her earlobe. "Song'er, why did you force me into this state?"

He suddenly leaned over and pushed Jiang Song down on the bed, his passionate kisses raining down on her face and neck...

Jiang Song's struggle seemed futile under Xie Changyan's absolute power.

Her breathing became rapid, and every breath she took seemed to inhale his scent, a scent that was both familiar and strange, making her both eager and afraid.

"Xie Changyan, you will regret this!"

Jiang Song's eyes were filled with tears, which made her look even more pitiful, but it also made Xie Changyan's desire even more difficult to control.

His movements were both rough and gentle, with an irresistible force, which made Jiang Song gradually lose himself in this entanglement.

Jiang Song struggled hard to resist, but found that her body had already responded. This feeling of betrayal made her extremely painful.

"Good Ah Song, your body is much more honest than your mouth."

Xie Changyan's voice was tinged with joking, but he was also carefully observing Jiang Song's reaction.

Jiang Song clenched his teeth, tears slid down the corners of his eyes, dripping onto the pillow, and were instantly absorbed, leaving only a faint trace.

Xie Changyan looked at her tears and felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

He suddenly stopped, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, then he turned around, put on his clothes and left without saying a word.

Jiang Song collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

She looked at Xie Changyan's departing back, feeling mixed emotions.

Anger, shame, unwillingness, grievance...all kinds of emotions intertwined together, and my heart suddenly felt a pang of pain.

Jiang Song felt as if his body and mind were torn into two halves, one half longing for his tenderness, while the other half was wary of his danger.

She struggled to sit up from the bed, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and slowly put them on one by one.

After putting on her clothes, she walked to the bronze mirror and looked at her tear-stained face in the mirror. An unprecedented fatigue surged in her heart.

"What am I doing?" she muttered to herself, her eyes empty and confused.

It was late at night, and the moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the ground, silvery and cold.

Jiang Song sat there like this until dawn, his mind in turmoil.

It turns out that the word love is the most hurtful!

The next morning, Jiang Song walked out of the room and found Xunmeiju was silent, as if the disturbance of last night had never happened.

Now that she has successfully broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, it is time to settle some accounts.

Du Shulan, Jiang Jun, Jiang Buli, the Shen family, the He family... She will not let any of those who have hurt her or tried to humiliate her go.

As for Xie Changyan, she would settle all the old accounts with him after she had done so.

Didn’t he say that the weak have no right to ask why?

Then she would make herself strong, strong enough to talk to him on an equal footing, strong enough to control her own destiny.