After Being Entangled By the Obsessive Heroine [Quick Wear] - Chapter 35

Xian Ning woke with Qin Rong’s hateful words still echoing in her ears.

“Hateful” wasn’t quite the right word. More than hate, there was a sinister frenzy, like someone in the last stages of an illness had finally found a lifeline.

She still couldn’t see, but a soft warmth was beside her. Qin Rong must be sleeping there.

She tried to sit up, but every part of her body ached. Her limbs were weak and sore, and her waist throbbed. Remembering the night of indulgence, Xian Ning’s face burned.

Qin Rong had completely ignored her pleas, as if it were a game, turning her over and over, tormenting her. So much so that…

Xian Ning’s memory stopped at the word “bed-wetting.” She buried her face in the blanket, her ears burning.

She wasn’t that frail, so why did she pass out?

A faint breath sounded in her ear, followed by Qin Rong’s slightly husky voice.

“Had enough sleep?”

Xian Ning didn’t think she was asking out of concern. She kept her mouth shut, but Qin Rong’s hand moved from her waist, pulling her into her arms.

“Is Little Senior Sister throwing a tantrum?”

Xian Ning still didn’t speak. She just lay obediently in Qin Rong’s arms. There was no point in struggling, so she wouldn’t waste her energy.

Besides, she had no energy left.

Qin Rong’s patience seemed to be running out. She bit Xian Ning’s ear. “Xian Ning, do you have the right to be angry?”

Xian Ning’s lips were sealed, and the hand that had entered her countless times began its work again.

Xian Ning whimpered twice before becoming a lamb to the slaughter.

She had always considered herself strong, or at least not delicate, but now…

Qin Rong held her in her arms, her tongue tracing Xian Ning’s lips. A dark red glow flickered in her pupils, a crazy desire to devour her.

Aside from everything else, Xian Ning still owed her a life. So how could she not be hers?

What right does Fan Hua have?

She was the one who had loved Xian Ning first. So Xian Ning should be her soulmate.

Her tongue pried open Xian Ning’s parted lips, sucking and stirring. The movement was forceful, as if she were desperate to get something.

Xian Ning couldn’t breathe. Her head began to spin, but Qin Rong showed no signs of letting go. She just kept going deeper.

She used her sore, weak hands to push Qin Rong, but Qin Rong didn’t move. Xian Ning felt a sudden surge of unidentifiable anger. She bit down hard on Qin Rong’s tongue.

The taste of blood spread. Qin Rong stopped, slowly letting her go.

She held out her bleeding tongue and looked at Xian Ning, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes were dazed. She suddenly laughed.

Her smile was sinister and dangerous. Xian Ning felt a familiar sense of dread. She scrambled toward the edge of the bed.

Qin Rong watched her from the side, her hand still connected to Xian Ning. Just as Xian Ning felt she was about to escape, a hand with a thin layer of calluses grabbed her ankle. With a gentle tug, she was back in Qin Rong’s embrace.

“Where are you running off to? Your good sister is probably cleaning up the mess I made.”

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In order to have enough time to find Xian Ning, she had deliberately caused some chaos in the Demonic Realm. A few powerful Greater Demons had died, which was no big deal. But as the Young Master of the Demonic Realm, Fan Hua would have to investigate the deaths to calm the panic among her people.

So she wouldn’t be back for a while. The person in the courtyard yesterday wasn’t her.

But that was a detail only Qin Rong needed to know.

Xian Ning, this fiery little mare, needed to be tamed. Letting her think what she did was a good thing.

Thinking this, she added, “But after all this time, she should be back by now.”

Before Xian Ning could speak, she licked her lips with her bloody tongue, painting Xian Ning’s lips red.

Qin Rong’s eyes deepened. An indescribable restlessness welled up in her heart.

So pretty. I want to eat her whole.

Red bled into her dark pupils. She opened her mouth and bit down on Xian Ning’s lips. The blood in their mouths intertwined. Her eyes, like withered plants that had been watered, quickly came to life, turning a dark red.

Xian Ning’s lips were a mess of old and new wounds. The saliva made them sting. But her body was held tightly by Qin Rong. She couldn’t even move her hands.

Tears of pain streamed from Xian Ning’s eyes. Qin Rong ignored them, only craving deeper contact and blood.

After kissing for what felt like an eternity, Xian Ning finally got a chance to breathe. She gasped for air, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling. Small beads of sweat clung to her pale, thin skin.

Qin Rong moved her attention, kissing and sucking on Xian Ning’s neck, leaving behind wet, bloody kisses.

Qin Rong’s lips stopped at a throbbing pulse. A bloodthirsty glint appeared in her eyes.

Xian Ning involuntarily shivered. This was like handing her life over to Qin Rong. If Qin Rong lost control, she would really die.

After all, she had no talent for cultivation. She was still a half-assed cultivator after all these years. If her neck was bitten through, she definitely wouldn’t survive.

Qin Rong’s teeth itched. Her throat was parched, desperately needing to be quenched.

She suddenly remembered the pleasure of swallowing blood. Her canines lengthened uncontrollably, and her expression became more and more crazed.

She could smell the sweet scent of Xian Ning’s blood through her skin. She swallowed hard and opened her mouth.

The moment her skin was pierced, the assault became more intense. Xian Ning gasped, her legs curled up, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Qin Rong didn’t give her a moment to breathe. She continued her assault, taking advantage of the warmth in her palm.

Xian Ning’s voice was hoarse. With her neck being bitten, she could only let out soft whimpers, like a kitten.

Qin Rong’s sanity completely unraveled. She gulped down the blood, her movements growing rougher.

Xian Ning began to feel dizzy again, as if she were floating. She couldn’t fight it. All she could do was hug Qin Rong.

The hand on her waist was soft and warm, making Qin Rong’s cold waist warm as she shared her body heat with Xian Ning.

Qin Rong involuntarily shivered. Her eyes cleared a little, and she stopped sucking.

Xian Ning looked down. Her eyes were tear-filled, looking like a lost fawn.

“Junior Sister, don’t let your inner demons control you.”

Xian Ning’s words hit a nerve. Qin Rong grabbed Xian Ning and held her down, her voice dark. “Instead of saying such nonsense, you should be thinking of how to please me. Maybe if I’m happy, I’ll let you go.”

Xian Ning’s neck was held down. Her face was buried in the pillow, and she couldn’t breathe well. Qin Rong leaned down, crushing all her words.

There was no point in resisting. She might as well just accept it.

Xian Ning decided not to waste her energy and simply treated Qin Rong like a passable tool.

To be fair, Qin Rong wasn’t gentle at all, but she did control her strength. At least she hadn’t hurt her.

Soon, Qin Rong sensed her thoughts. She sneered and picked her up.

Xian Ning sat on her lap, biting her lip and groaning.

This position…

Qin Rong’s voice was hoarse. “I’m tired. You do it yourself.”

Xian Ning adjusted her breathing and replied, “Then… can we just… end it?”

A low laugh echoed in her ear. The person sounded pleased.

“Little Senior Sister is so heartless. I’ve served you for so long, and you’re just going to turn your back on me?”

Xian Ning didn’t know how to answer. Qin Rong mischievously bounced her up. Xian Ning whimpered and buried her face in Qin Rong’s arms. The way her hands were placed was a bit suggestive.

Qin Rong tutted and helped her sit up straight.

“Start, Little Senior Sister.”

She drew out the last syllable. Her voice was full of teasing, playfulness, and desire.

Xian Ning’s hands trembled as she placed them on Qin Rong’s abdomen and slowly moved her hips.

Qin Rong’s eyes were still a deep red. As her gaze deepened, the red turned a darker shade. The dim red and the desire in her eyes created a beautiful picture.

Of course, Xian Ning couldn’t see any of this. She just felt that Qin Rong was doing this to humiliate her.

Her strength gradually gave out. Xian Ning’s limbs went weak, and she was about to fall to the side when Qin Rong grabbed her.

“Tired already? Looks like she didn’t take very good care of you.”

It was clear who “she” was. Since yesterday, Qin Rong had mentioned Fan Hua countless times. She was clearly jealous.

Xian Ning hugged the jealous girl and said in a hoarse voice, “Rongrong, I’m so tired. Can we just stop, please?”

Qin Rong froze. The word “Rongrong” echoed in her ears. After a long moment, she moved her lips. “What did you call me just now?”

Xian Ning reached out and caressed her face. She whispered, “Rongrong. You don’t like it? Then I’ll…”

“No!” Qin Rong cut her off. Realizing her mistake, she tried to cover it. “You’ve already called me that before asking. There’s no sincerity.”

She looked down at Xian Ning, who was looking up at her, her eyes filled with tears that made her pupils shimmer. The redness in the corners of her eyes was alluring.

Qin Rong said softly, “Keep calling me that.”

She seemed to be talking to herself. Her voice was barely audible. Xian Ning leaned in to hear, and Qin Rong’s lips found hers.

Qin Rong still wouldn’t let her go, searching for something on her body, as if her pent-up emotions had finally found a release.

Xian Ning gripped the blanket so hard her nails hurt, but Qin Rong clung to her like a venomous snake, impossible to shake off.

Xian Ning’s consciousness began to fade. She grabbed Qin Rong’s arm and pleaded softly, but it only made Qin Rong more aggressive.

“When you use that face and that voice to beg me, it only makes me think you’re deliberately tempting me.”

Xian Ning was too tired to explain. She slipped into a daze and passed out.

Half-asleep, a cool breeze swept over her. Xian Ning slowly woke up and heard hurried footsteps outside.

She shot up, wincing in pain.

How long have we been at it? I’m so swollen!

Qin Rong sat up with her, her arm loosely around Xian Ning’s waist.

“This time, she’s really here.”

There was a hint of a smile in her voice. She seemed to enjoy the thought of this confrontation.

Xian Ning reached for her clothes, but Qin Rong grabbed her wrist.

“What’s the rush? It would be even better if she saw this.”

She nudged Xian Ning’s ear with her face and bit her cheek. Xian Ning winced in pain and tried to push her away.

“Qin Rong, let me go!”

Even though she had no feelings for Fan Hua, who would want to be seen naked by another person?

The barrier in the courtyard was broken. Fan Hua walked in quickly, followed by a massive snow leopard over two meters tall. Its footsteps shook the ground.

Fan Hua already knew who was here. Before she even reached the door, she shouted, “Qin Rong, let her go!”

CRASH! The sound of a door being smashed to pieces.

The powerful impact made the furniture inside rattle. A gust of wind swept in. If Qin Rong hadn’t blocked it in time, Xian Ning would have been hurt.

Xian Ning held the blanket tightly, covering herself completely. Her unfocused eyes were wide, looking lost and helpless.

Qin Rong looked at her for a few seconds before wrapping her outer robe around her. With a few jumps, she was on the roof.

“Should I call you Senior Sister or Young Master Yin?”

“Didn’t your Demonic Realm want to conquer the three realms? Young Master Yin has time to be a kept woman here. Is it because you’re too weak and your father, who abandoned you, kicked you out?”

Qin Rong’s words were meant to hurt. She had a provocative smile on her face.

Fan Hua’s face was as black as a pot. She gripped her whip so hard it was about to break. She looked at Xian Ning in Qin Rong’s arms and decided not to attack.

“Let Xian Ning go, and I’ll guarantee your safe passage.”

Qin Rong scoffed. She looked down at Xian Ning. “Little Senior Sister, she wants me to let you go. What do you choose?”

I have no right to choose, Xian Ning thought. I’m in your hands. If I choose Fan Hua, you’ll snap my neck.

But Fan Hua had taken care of her for so long. She was her savior. It wouldn’t be right to make her sad.

An idea sparked in Xian Ning’s mind. She closed her eyes.

I’ll just pretend to be dead.

She closed her eyes. Whatever happened outside had nothing to do with her.

Qin Rong looked at Fan Hua, all traces of warmth gone from her eyes.

“You see? She doesn’t want to choose you. There’s nothing I can do.”

Xian Ning: …

I didn’t choose you either, you traitor!

Fan Hua didn’t want to waste any more time talking. She raised her whip and aimed it at Qin Rong’s face. The huge snow leopard also leaped, its maw wide open, pouncing at Qin Rong.

“Then I’ll just have to bury you here.”

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