I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Cuiwei kicked her, her dissatisfaction evident in her words.

That's called a hit to the knee. Xiao Yu groaned and fell to the ground, his knees hitting the solid floor. It hurt just by hearing it.

Xiao Yu was afraid that he would get furious, so she didn't complain at all, as if she was afraid of being tortured, so she had to do as he said.

Enduring the excruciating pain in his knees, he struggled to get up from the ground and frantically searched for Ye Zhao.

The moment she saw his face, a current mixed with terror from the depths of her soul surged out of her, leaving her stunned for a long time.

The emotion burst out without her having time to identify what it was. She only knew it was disgusting. She responded with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, chanting the Heart Purification Mantra to violently suppress it.

It was much quieter. She raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her again, and was almost dazzled again.

Because of years of illness, her skin is white and almost transparent, her body is as white as ice and as cold as autumn frost.

He clearly had the appearance of a banished immortal from the Nine Heavens, which was intimidating. However, there was arrogance between his eyebrows that slanted into his temples. His eyes should have been as clear as autumn water, but deep down they were filled with stubbornness, like the thorns growing around a rose.

When it looked towards people, it clearly announced that whoever dared to advance recklessly would be torn to pieces like the claws of a wolfhound, leaving him bleeding.

The quiet thoughts, the turmoil deep in her soul, surged again like the rising tide of a river. This time, she carefully identified it. It was...

Those emotions shouted, clamored, repeated, tore his clothes, plundered him madly, humiliated him cruelly, and then jinru him severely.

Break his pride, break his wings, force him to become a slave to desire, crawl at your feet, and conquer his soul.

Xiao Yu's breathing was disordered and the delicate mask on his face almost broke.

She took a deep breath, her heartbeat quickening, the more she tried to control it the more she lost it.

How could this be?

Many years later, Xiao Yu still remembered how she felt when she first saw him. She wished time could go back so that she could persuade him to look at her more and think about her more.

At this moment, she had only one thought: a dying sickly child, grown like this, like a delicate flower bud, ready to be broken and played with by anyone.

Those eyes covered with thorns, sharp as knives, I wonder what they are stubbornly defending?

When he looked at Ye Zhao, he couldn't take his eyes off him for a long time, as if he was stuck by sticky malt sugar, so strong that it was unbelievable.

Ye Zhao knew nothing about this, he just looked her up and down, as if this could determine how much of what she said was true or false.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the wind came in through the open window and splashed on him, making Ye Zhao's throat dry and itchy.

He couldn't help but cough lightly with his hands covering his lips, and someone immediately pulled his coat tighter and closed the window.

This light cough dispelled the sadistic desire that had burst out of Xiao Yu's mind without a trace. At the same time, he lowered his eyes, but couldn't help thinking.

It was only autumn, but he was shivering with cold, as if he would be frozen to death at any time. It seemed that he really didn't have much time to live.

Cuiwei, who was in a panic, took out a hot water bottle from the quilt and gave it to him. Ye Zhao waved his hand.

His cold gaze fell back on Xiao Yu, "Luqiao, find a place for her to stay."

Cuiwei immediately put down the hot water bottle and put the fox fur cloak on his arm.

Looking at the distinct hairs on the snow-white cloak, a strange look flashed in Xiao Yu's eyes.

Before Luqiao could reply, someone came running in and announced, "Prince, the Crown Prince has sent a letter to you through his trusted confidant."

Hearing this, Ye Zhao's pale face regained a hint of redness.

His eyes shone brightly, and his voice was filled with anticipation, unlike when he spoke to anyone else. "Please ask him to come in."

When the letter was delivered to him, he quickly opened the envelope, fearing that if he was a second late, he would not be able to see the contents inside.

He pulled the letter out of the envelope, shook it, and when the meticulously folded paper came out, he slowly unfolded it, and the contents of the letter came into view -