A Delicate Beauty Holding a Villain’s Script - Chapter 32.1

Madman, he’s simply a madman!

Li Rangnian felt as though he were sinking into a tidal wave, with waves of pleasure crashing over him one after another. Yet, the man refused to give him a clean resolution, forcing him to tremble uncontrollably. He raised a foot to kick him, only to be grabbed firmly; he couldn’t break free.

After an unknown amount of time, a flash appeared before Li Rangnian’s eyes, as if fireworks were exploding. Losing all strength, he collapsed limply by the edge of the spring, his arched back forming a graceful curve while his soaking wet hair clung tightly to his snow-white skin.

The hair ribbon had long since unraveled and draped across his back; the vibrant red against the white of his skin created a vivid, breath-taking contrast of colors.

“…Cough, cough.” Han Xiangbai surfaced, gasping for air, his slightly swollen thin lips a shade of abnormal red.

He raised a hand to wipe the water from his lips and gently stroked the beauty’s back, his voice hoarse: “How was it? Didn’t you like it, Niannian?”

The body beneath his palm trembled slightly, like a captured butterfly. The texture was smooth, and after the soak, he emitted a crisp, refreshing body fragrance like a tea bag, a scent that lingered on the skin and made one lose their focus.

Li Rangnian’s entire body was a study in distinct colors: the extreme interplay of black and white, with faint shades of pink blooming on his knees, collarbone, wrists, and cheeks, all punctuated by his crimson lips. He was an oil painting meticulously brushed by God.

“Huff… huff…” Li Rangnian breathed heavily. Before he could respond, he felt the man’s large hand slowly sliding downward.

The traveler attempted to visit the two towering snow-capped peaks, scaring the peaks’ owner into an immediate refusal. He subconsciously raised a leg to kick him: “Han Xiangbai! Don’t… you’re not allowed!”

Han Xiangbai hadn’t had that intention at first. Seeing his nervousness, he lowered his head to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose, soothing him: “Fine, fine, fine. I didn’t mean anything else… Don’t be afraid, Niannian. How could I bear to make you hurt?”

How could he possibly harm the beauty? Everything he did was merely to please and curry favor with the other party. Like a wild beast voluntarily offering its collar, he wagged his tail at the beauty, willingly putting on the leash to be the other’s pet.

Mist swirled in the hot spring as a pair of water-dwelling mandarin ducks entwined like snakes. In the blurred shadows, only the rhythmic sounds of water could be heard, as the waves they created lapped against the shore.

As for the muffled moans mixed in who made them, and who would ever know?

…After everything ended, the man picked up the drowsy beauty and walked toward the interior while naked.

The person in his arms had just undergone intense exercise; his physical strength was depleted, and layers upon layers of marks covered his body. His eyes were filled with the lingering air of spring. When he closed his eyes, that vivid, lively feeling vanished, replaced by a quiet little face sleeping peacefully.

The more Han Xiangbai looked, the more he liked what he saw. A surge of joy nearly overflowed from his chest. He settled the person onto the large bed, covered him with a blanket, and couldn’t resist kissing the corner of his lips.

He turned to leave but returned a short while later holding a tube of ointment.

Gently lifting a corner of the blanket, his “masterpiece”, covered in large patches of hickeys, came into view. Han Xiangbai steadied his mind, squeezed some ointment onto his fingertip, and began applying it to those marks.

The milky-white ointment carried a herbal scent; it wasn’t pungent, but rather faintly refreshing.

The ointment was dotted onto the marks, and his fingertip pushed it open, spreading it evenly bit by bit. Under the influence of body temperature, the original milky white gradually became transparent. The ointment took on a gentle warmth and soon melted into the skin, leaving a luster on the surface.

As Han Xiangbai applied the medicine, he felt annoyed at himself for not being gentler. These marks wouldn’t fade for a while and would be easily noticed by Yu An.

Yet, strangely, when he thought of that scenario, he actually felt a bit excited. He wanted Yu An to know, yet he didn’t want him to know. For the first time, Han Xiangbai experienced the contradictory psychology of a difficult choice.

However, thinking that the beauty was thin-skinned and likely wouldn’t be able to handle it, he could only suppress his urges.

Once the medicine was applied, Han Xiangbai found a set of loose clothing in the closet and endured the massive temptation to change the sleeping person. During the process, some kissing, hugging, and opportunistic touching were inevitable, but his expression remained calm, as if everything were perfectly natural.

Seeing the marks covered, Han Xiangbai let out a sigh that was both relieved and regretful. He stroked the top of the beauty’s head, turned off the small bedside lamp, and exited quietly.

He did not notice, however, that at the end of the hallway, a figure stood there, having witnessed everything.

“Clink!”

His fingers slipped, and a teacup was knocked over. The warm tea water trickled and soaked the tray.

The waiter at the door bowed and entered to clear the mess. A beautiful tea maiden sitting cross-legged nearby refilled the guest’s cup, her red lips parting slightly: “Please, have some tea.”

Yu An withdrew his hand. He didn’t care that his fingertips were scalded red; he was merely dazed, missing his fragrant and soft wife.

“Knock, knock!” Slender, fair knuckles bent, the fingertips showing an abnormal pale blue as they lightly tapped the table, producing a dull thudding sound.

“What are you thinking about?” The man speaking had a pale face, with a hint of sickly air lingering between his brows. His every move exuded a nobility that was hard to imitate.

The smooth lines of his forearms indicated he wasn’t as frail as he appeared. His slim-fit, traditional mamian skirt was embroidered with upright green bamboo; it didn’t make him look old-fashioned, but rather emphasized his steady and refined aura, like a graceful gentleman stepped out of a painting.

“…Nothing.” Yu An shook his head slightly and lowered it as a distraction, taking a sip of tea. “So many years have passed, and your preferences still haven’t changed.”

Yu An had a cold personality, and over the years, the friends he could talk to were few and far between, Yin Xianzhi was one of them. The two had similar temperaments. Yu An looked cold on the outside but was actually soft-hearted and easy to talk to.

As for Yin Xianzhi, he seemed gentle, but in reality, he was heartless to the core. This could be seen a few years ago during the Yin family’s turmoil when he sent his own uncle to a mental asylum and forced away his biological brother.

Hearing this, he gave a light laugh: “You like drinking it? I’ll just send some to you.”

His fingers were pale, the skin almost transparent, with blue veins clearly visible. His skin was also delicate and eternally cold, similar to cold-blooded animals like snakes; a single touch would make one shiver.

The two began discussing official business. The Yin family wanted to acquire the land in the Panhai New Area. The initial plan involved building high-end, livable ocean-view apartments on the outskirts and planning a new commercial district in the inner area. The Yu family was interested in investing.

The auction was no big deal, but how to relocate the original residents was a massive problem. Those to be relocated were always argumentative, clenching their teeth and refusing to let go. Meeting “nail households” (holdouts) made things even more difficult.

Time passed minute by minute, and the wall clock chimed, it was already midnight.

Having discussed the matter roughly, Yu An checked his watch. “It’s very late. I have to go back.”

“In such a hurry? Is someone at home?” Yin Xianzhi teased him with a smile, his eyes filled with deep meaning.

“It’s my wifey—he’s still waiting for me. I have to go early to take him home.” The corners of Yu An’s lips turned up subconsciously, and a smile seeped out from the depths of his eyes simply because mentioning the other person made him happy.

Yin Xianzhi smiled slightly, his fingers involuntarily rubbing the jade bracelet on his wrist, which brought an itch. “Is that so? Go and pick him up early then. Don’t keep your ‘sister-in-law’ waiting. I won’t see you out.”

He stood up and watched his friend leave. The smile on his face remained, but starting from his eyes, it began to turn cold inch by inch, like peeling paint.

“Heh, sister-in-law, is it…?” A cold sneer echoed in the room.

The fast-asleep Li Rangnian was having a dream. In the dream, he was in a dense forest, walking for a long time by himself without finding a way out. Suddenly, a rustling sound echoed in the jungle. He looked around warily and stood still; in the next moment, countless vines burst through the air.

“He…!” The cry for help stuck in his throat. Li Rangnian had no time to move before his entire body was entwined by vines. They bound him tightly, occasionally rubbing against him, making his legs go weak.

Green vines had already crawled all over his body, and on the ground, there were dense branches entwining and squirming, grabbing his ankles and crawling upward relentlessly.

The long-haired beauty was wrapped in vines and forced into the air. He gagged as his mouth was being inspected, his crimson lips shimmering with moisture. The vines moved purposefully, occasionally brushing against a certain spot, causing the beauty to groan as broken tears welled in his eyes.