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She felt as if she were being swallowed up by his passion, unable to breathe or think.

All I could sense was the warmth of his lips and the strength of his body.

Only when he noticed that Chu Xingyao was beneath him and struggling to breathe did he slowly release her.

Yet his lips remained lightly pressed against hers, as if reluctant to let go.

His eyes sparkled with satisfaction and deep affection—a sense of triumph after conquest, and also a profound expression of love.

"My Yao'er, you actually have such an impatient side?" His voice carried a hint of teasing and a hint of doting.

His fingers gently caressed her face, sensing her trembling, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

A complex mix of emotions surged within Chu Xingyao, including resentment, disappointment, and humiliation, which coalesced into a powerful force of resistance.

Her body struggled in Jun Jiuxiao's arms, every muscle straining as she tried to break free from his control.

However, no matter how hard she tried, her strength seemed insignificant in his embrace; his arms were like steel, firmly holding her captive.

Her memories surged like a tidal wave, each night they spent together in their past life like a storm.

Jun Jiuxiao's every move carries an irresistible power.

Those nights, his passion was like a raging storm, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Thinking of these things, her body reacted instinctively, gathering internal energy in her palm and striking out with it.

Jun Jiuxiao's eyes were firm. Facing Chu Xingyao's angry palm strike, he showed no fear and resolutely met it head-on.

He faced her anger head-on and endured her power.

That palm strike contained Chu Xingyao's resentment and the humiliation of her past life. It struck his chest like Mount Tai crushing an egg, its force so great that it made his body sway and retreat repeatedly.

His internal energy surged like a raging torrent, piercing his chest and causing excruciating pain, yet he endured it without uttering a sound.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips, a smile that showed disdain for pain and a deep understanding of Chu Xingyao's feelings.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, which he calmly wiped away without changing his expression, as if it were just a trivial matter.

Jun Jiuxiao wore a carefree smile. He knew from his past life that every time he got close to Chu Xingyao, it was like walking on the edge of a cliff, with a painful price to pay, but he was willing to do it.

He leaned lazily against the sandalwood chair, his posture upright and dignified, exuding an innate noble air in every gesture.

His eyes were slightly red, and his naturally upturned eyes exuded a bewitching charm. Between his brows, there was a hint of unruly arrogance.

At this moment, tears welled up in Chu Xingyao's eyes, her voice trembled, and carried a hint of determination, as if she were guarding her last shred of dignity:

"How could you treat me so lightly? How could you accept sachets from two women at the same time..." Her voice suddenly stopped at the word "sachet".

Because she realized she might have misunderstood something, the turmoil in her heart made it difficult for her to continue speaking.

A hint of mockery flashed in Jun Jiuxiao's eyes. He leaned back in the sandalwood chair, turned slightly to the side, took out a round, double-lotus sachet from his bosom, and handed it to Chu Xingyao.

His voice was deep and gentle: "Yao'er, is this the sachet you're talking about?"

Chu Xingyao felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her eyes widened as she stared at the familiar sachet, the one she had discarded a few days ago because she was not satisfied with the embroidery.

Chu Xingyao felt as if a hurricane had swept through her heart, and she felt an unprecedented shock.

It turns out that the woman Jun Jiuxiao loved was actually herself, and she was inexplicably jealous of herself.

The thought that she had actually hit him filled her with guilt and self-reproach, emotions that almost overwhelmed her.

She possessed sixty years of inner strength, yet now it had become a tool to harm him, causing her immense heartache.

She rushed over and took his pulse with trembling hands, only to find that he had suffered severe internal injuries.

Her heart was breaking, her eyes filled with tears, and her voice was filled with endless heartache and guilt:

"Yaochen, I'm sorry, I... I thought..."

She couldn't finish her sentence because she didn't know how to express her regret or how to make up for this sudden misunderstanding.

Just then, Jun Jiuxiao's sharp eyes, as keen as a hawk's, locked onto the woman before him.

He took in every subtle change in her facial expression.

At first, her face was filled with anger, her brows furrowed and her beautiful eyes wide open;

Then, a look of shock gradually crept onto her face, causing her lips to part slightly, as if she wanted to say something;

Then, a sense of guilt slowly surfaced, and her eyes began to dart away, unable to meet his gaze;

In the end, heartache prevailed, and her eyes gradually reddened, tears welling up.

Witnessing this series of emotional shifts, Jun Jiuxiao felt an unprecedented and strange sense of satisfaction welling up from the depths of his heart.

He was deeply moved by her care and affection for him.

This concern from her was like the warm sunshine of spring, gently falling on the softest corner of his heart, making him feel a long-lost warmth.

He even began to crave the feeling of being cared for, so he secretly resolved to make himself appear even more miserable and pitiful.

He quietly channeled his internal energy and suddenly trembled.

In an instant, another mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, splattering all over the ground, as shocking as blooming red plum blossoms.

At the same time, he continued to stare at her intently, his eyes filled with the endless grievance of being misunderstood.

His slightly husky yet magnetic voice slowly rang out:

"Yao'er, do you really distrust me so much? Why are you accusing me like this?"

His words clearly contained a hint of reproach, as well as a sigh of helplessness.

As he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

That smile seemed calm and breezy, but it actually contained an extremely domineering tenderness, as well as a captivating and deeply affectionate reproach.

Chu Xingyao frowned, feeling an indescribable pain as Jun Jiuxiao's grief was once again transmitted to her.

Her throat was filled with a metallic taste, and every breath felt like dancing on a knife's edge. The pain in her chest was almost unbearable.

She didn't understand why she could empathize with him; this mysterious connection both confused and frightened her.

She gritted her teeth, forcing back a painful groan; only one thought occupied her mind.

—He must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise she herself will be consumed by this pain.

He slowly raised his arm and gently touched her cheek.

The trembling of his fingertips revealed the deep emotions and tenderness hidden in his heart.

"Yao'er, do you know? In my heart, there has only ever been you!"

His voice was deep and magnetic, each word like a heavy hammer, striking her heartstrings.

Chu Xingyao gazed into his eyes, which were filled with deep affection and sincerity.

She gently raised her hand and brushed it across Jun Jiuxiao's furrowed brow, as if trying to soothe the worry between his brows with her tenderness.

At that moment, she could clearly feel her heart pounding violently in her chest, one beat after another, like the beating of a war drum.

Every powerful heartbeat is accompanied by deep concern and care for him.

Although her voice was slightly soft, the determination within it was undeniable: "I'm sorry, Yaochen. From now on, I will never doubt you again."

Then, she parted her lips slightly and uttered a sentence that sounded like a vow:

"For the rest of my life, no matter what storms we face, I will always believe in you. And I have a secret to tell you, a secret that only the two of us know..."

Her words revealed an unprecedented sincerity and trust; every word she uttered was like a pebble thrown into Jun Jiuxiao's heart lake, stirring up ripples.

Her eyes glistened with tears, but even more so with determination and commitment.