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The air in the room seemed to still retain the fiery warmth of the passion just now, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled every corner. The candlelight swayed, and the light and shadow danced strangely on the wall, as if they were also throbbing with the intense and affectionate entanglement just now.

Fu Yichen hugged Su Yun tightly in his arms, with such strength that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood, making it impossible for the two to be separated.

His solid chest was pressed tightly against Su Yun's back, and they could clearly feel each other's heartbeats. Although the frenzy just now had gradually subsided, the heartbeat rhythm was still much faster than usual, as if they were playing together a secret melody that belonged only to them, intertwined with love and desire.

Fu Yichen lowered his head slightly, and rubbed his chin affectionately against Su Yun's hair. His breathing was still a little heavy, and the warm breath sprayed on Su Yun's ears, with an irresistible intimacy and possession.

His eyes were deep and dark, like a bottomless pool, hiding extremely complex emotions at this moment, including extreme satisfaction, desire that has not yet faded, and the obsessive love that is deep in his bones, as well as a vague worry about loss.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, yet revealing an unquestionable dominance. He whispered in Su Yun's ear, and that voice seemed to carry a bewitching magic, and every word was like a hammer hitting Su Yun's heart: "Xiao Yun, listen carefully, you can only stay by my side in this life. No matter what happens, no matter who you are thinking of, I will not let you go. You are mine, from the hair to the toes, every inch is mine. No one can take you away from me, not even yourself."

Su Yun's body trembled slightly. Everything she had just experienced made her physically and mentally exhausted. She closed her eyes tightly, with tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes. The tears flickered faintly in the candlelight, as if silently telling of her inner grievances and helplessness.

Hearing Fu Yichen's domineering and paranoid whisper, she opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she felt as if her throat was choked by something and could not make a sound.

Fu Yichen seemed to notice something was wrong with her and tightened his grip a little, as if he was afraid she would disappear. He continued in her ear, "Don't think about running away from me, Xiaoyun. You know what kind of person I am. I will always keep what I want. And you are the one I want most in my life and the one I cannot lose. Even if I have to use some tricks, even if you hate me, I will never allow you to leave me."

As he spoke, he gently kissed Su Yun's earlobe. The kiss was filled with a hint of pity, but more of that was an unquestionable possessiveness, as if he wanted to use this gentle yet strong action to once again emphasize to Su Yun his absolute control over her.

Su Yun only felt a tingling sensation in her earlobe, and her body shrank involuntarily again, but she was powerless to break free from Fu Yichen's embrace that was like an iron cage. She could only endure it all silently, letting the complex and heavy emotions overwhelm her.

Fu Yichen looked at Su Yun's weak and slightly resistant appearance in his arms, frowned slightly, and a trace of imperceptible pain flashed in his eyes, but soon, the pain was covered up by the increasingly intense paranoia in his eyes.

He put his lips close to Su Yun's ear again, his tone softened a little, but still revealed an irrefutable determination, and whispered: "Xiao Yun, as long as you stay by my side, I will protect you and give you the best things in the world. But if you dare to betray me, I... I really don't know what I will do. So, don't challenge my bottom line, okay?"

Su Yun's lips trembled slightly. Finally, she seemed to muster up great courage and responded in a weak voice with tears in her eyes: "Yichen, don't be like this. I... I have never thought of leaving you. It's just... it's just that you sometimes make me so scared..."

After hearing her words, Fu Yichen's paranoid mood loosened a little. He sighed softly and kissed Su Yun's hair again. His voice became a little gentler, but under that gentleness, there was still a hint of dominance: "Xiao Yun, don't be afraid of me. As long as you only have me in your heart, I will treat you well. It's just that I care about you too much and can't tolerate the possibility of losing you. You understand me, right?"

Su Yun didn't say anything in reply, but just lay quietly in Fu Yichen's arms, tears silently sliding down her face again, soaking the pillowcase.

And Fu Yichen still held her tightly, as if time had stopped. They would continue to be entangled in this complex and intense vortex of emotions, neither of them could break free, and neither of them could escape.