Novel Full Chapter 1133 - Where Did You Get The Money
Chapter 1133: Where Did You Get The Money
Feng Lingxue froze and stared at him in shock.
What did he just say?
Xuan Ying got up quietly, his silver mask dazzling under the bright lights. He strode over calmly, his heavy black army boots crossing over a puddle of blood. As he neared, he asked, “Do I have to repeat myself?”
Feng Lingxue was speechless.
He really wanted to check for himself?
He wanted to check whether she was really on her period.
Xuan Ying caught her chin with his long fingers and raised her face. “Do you know what kind of people I hate the most? Those who lie to me.”
He stoked her jaw as he said this. “Feng Lingxue, You’ve already lied to me once. You wouldn’t lie to me again, would you?”
Feng Lingxue shook his head. “I wouldn’t dare, Master.”
“That’s great. Lie to me again and I’ll… kill you.” He let go of her chin.
Feng Lingxue lay herself on the sofa. Xuan Ying walked forward, lifting her skirt with his large palms. Her fair, slim legs appeared in front of him.
She wore a pair of nude lace shorts underneath her skirt. He looked at her as he hooked a finger under her shorts and started pulling them downwards…
Feng Lingxue’s eyelashes quivered. Having him check her like this was mortifying.
But she wasn’t afraid.
Because she had filled her pad with fake blood. It was supposed to be a precaution. She hadn’t expected to actually need it.
At this moment, Xuan Ying released her. He was done checking.
Feng Lingxue tidied her clothes up quickly. “Master, I didn’t lie to you. I’m really on my period. All women get their period once a month.”
Xuan Ying sat at the edge of the sofa, a fire burning in his dark, glassy eyes. “How many days?”
“About seven days.”
Xuan Ying pressed his thin lips together and reached under her skirt again, rubbing her slim legs.
What was he doing?
Despite the distance between them, she could feel his hot breath and his restlessness. She quickly pressed on his large hands. “No, you’ll make me sick like that.”
Xuan Ying retracted his hands when he heard that. Feng Lingxue pressed herself closer against the sofa to put more distance between them.
At this moment, he reached out and grabbed her pearl-studded bag.
Her breath caught.
She hadn’t expected him to grab her clutch. It was her personal property. Anybody with status wouldn’t do this. Every gentleman and even those without any dignity wouldn’t. He was already the Silver Mask King, yet was still trying to pry into her clutch.
The picture that Gu Mohan gave her was in her clutch.
His eyes were too sharp. He had even caught her gripping onto her clutch too tightly just now.
Had he noticed anything?
Feng Lingxue reached out to snatch it back. “Give it back to me!”
Xuan Ying raised his hands up high and out of her reach. His bloodshot eyes lingered over her cold face, not missing a single change in that expression of hers. “You’re anxious. Or is it that you’re guilty? Is there something I can’t see in this bag?”
“No…”
He pulled open the zipper and reached into the bag.
Feng Lingxue’s pupils narrowed. He took something out.
It was a red thread, with a small stone hanging on it.
Xuan Ying glanced at it. The small green stone was pretty unique, but it didn’t look very expensive. It looked like a stone that could be picked up from any beach.
Feng Lingxue’s breath stopped. Her stone!
She got up and ran towards him. “Give that back to me!”
Xuan Ying looked at her. She was truly anxious, as though the little stone was a treasure to her. “Is this from a man?”
“No! No it’s not!”
Xuan Ying lifted his hands and threw it out of the window.
No!
Feng Lingxue breath stopped. She spun around and threw herself at the window, to get her stone back.
Xuan Ying looked at her throw herself at the window. The windows were open and they were on the eighth floor. Crazy woman! She was going to lose her footing and fall to her death.
She was willing to sacrifice her life just for one little stone. The way she did it so instinctively. The stone had to mean a lot to her.
His expression darkened, as his lips pressed into a grim line. His tall figure dashed towards her and he grabbed her slim waist, pulling her into his embrace. “Do you want to die?”
Feng Lingxue was hanging out of the window. She couldn’t hear what he was saying at all. She was looking for her stone.
“My little stone… let go of me, I want to look for my stone!” She struggled against him violently, hitting and kicking him hard.
Xuan Ying grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. She had completely lost it now, and was screaming loudly, like a… mad woman.
He had never seen her like this before.
“You really want to die? I spent so much money to obtain you. How can I let you die when I haven’t even played with you yet?”
Having said that, he showed her the red thread in his hand. A small stone dropped from it. It was her stone. “I didn’t throw it away. It’s still here.”
Feng Lingxue raised her eyes to look at it. It was her stone. Her stone. Thank goodness.
She quickly snatched it back and muttered, “That’s great, it wasn’t thrown away, wasn’t thrown away…”
At this moment, a large palm reached over to grab her cold face, knocking it against the cold wall.
His hands were strong, and she could feel her face being crushed to the point of almost changing shape. He stared at her as his lips curved upwards slowly. “Speak. Which man gave you this stone?”
Feng Lingxue looked at his black glassy eyes, and slowly came back to her senses. “No one gave it to me. I bought it myself.”
Xuan Ying had no idea when she was lying and when she wasn’t. Ever since three years ago… It was only then that he realized that this woman was filled with lies.
“You bought it? Where did you get the money from? Isn’t it just dirty money from those men?” he asked sarcastically.
Feng Lingxue lowered her head, her hands digging into the wall. “I make a living doing that. Is this your first time hearing of this? No matter who it is, be it women or men, they all call me a prostitute, a sl*t. Haven’t you called me the same thing before?”
Xuan Ying felt a sudden sting in his heart, as it started to numb.
She lowered her head, so he could no longer see her expression, but her husky voice sounded like she was mocking him. He lifted her up and walked steadily towards the sofa, where he sat down. She sat on his sturdy thighs.
He stroked her face gently, but his words pierced her coldly. “Have we wronged you?”
Feng Lingxue buried the stone in her palm, warming it with her body heat. She shook her head slowly. “No… Master, can I keep it?”
“That depends on your behavior.” With that, Xuan Ying grabbed her small soft hands and pulled them towards his black leather belt.
With his lips near her ears, a whisper tickled her softly. “I’ve heard that you do wonders with your hands, and can make a man feel like a god. Serve me well.”