Drunk on Madness - Chapter 87

Before Li Xiang could gather her thoughts, the two men approached, clad only in loosely tied bath towels that perfectly outlined their sculpted physiques under the light. Their robust chests and honey-toned skin, marked with distinct, firm lines, exuded an intoxicating allure.

The visual impact was overwhelming, leaving Li Xiang momentarily stunned before she hastily turned away.

The heat in her face surged, her heartbeat quickened, and her mind replayed the image of them walking toward her side by side.

Zhou Mingxuan strode straight to the large bed and sat down, opening his palm to reveal a red pill clutched within. Frowning slightly, he glanced at Li Xiang before decisively placing it in his mouth.

With an imperious motion, Zhou Mingxuan turned Li Xiang’s head toward him and kissed her deeply. A scorching breath passed between their lips, carrying a faint bitterness.

Li Xiang trembled violently, her teeth clenched tightly, her face flushed crimson. Zhou Mingxuan gripped her chin, slowly pushing the pill into her mouth until it slid down her throat. When he finally pulled away, a thin strand of saliva lingered between them.

Gasping for breath, Li Xiang fixed her dark, glistening eyes on Zhou Mingxuan as she sat up and demanded, “What did you just give me?” She wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.

A faint, mocking smile played in Zhou Mingxuan’s deep eyes. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to handle what’s coming. This will help you relax.”

Li Xiang stared at Zhou Mingxuan, so close she could almost touch him, and then at Su Mo, who stood silently behind him. For a moment, she was at a loss for how to react.

Her brows furrowed, disappointment flickering in her gaze. “Couldn’t you at least learn to respect me? Ask me if I’m willing?”

Zhou Mingxuan stiffened, momentarily speechless.

Li Xiang continued bitterly, “Even Su Mo handles this better than you.”

A pang of unease shot through Zhou Mingxuan’s chest, fearing she might say something even more cutting. Quickly, he raised his sleeve to cover her lips. “I was afraid you’d refuse me. I know letting go of Su Mo is hard for you, so you’d never choose me. If I didn’t do this, would you ever agree to be with both of us?”

Slowly, he lowered his hand, waiting for her response. When she remained silent, his eyes darkened slightly. Then, abruptly, Li Xiang spoke again, “Then promise me this, if you’re ever forced to marry another woman, this arrangement between us ends.”

Zhou Mingxuan fell into thought before his deep pupils gleamed with resolve. “You have my word.”

Still unconvinced, Li Xiang’s penetrating gaze remained fixed on him. “You’re the crown prince of a nation. You can’t possibly keep that promise. My identity as your concubine died in that fire, how will you explain this to your parents?”

“You have no plan. How can I trust your determination? Do you think a simple ‘you have my word’ is enough to settle this?”

Zhou Mingxuan’s frown deepened, a trace of sorrow surfacing in his eyes. “Then what do you want me to do? In the end, you just don’t want me!” His gaze was full of accusation.

“Mmm-”

Suddenly, a scorching heat surged from Li Xiang’s abdomen, spiraling through her entire body. A low, breathy moan escaped her lips, laced with an irresistible allure.

Her skin burned as if on fire, hypersensitive to every touch, while an unfamiliar heat coursed wildly through her veins. Yet, an unbearable emptiness gnawed at her heart. Her breathing grew ragged, her body writhing uncontrollably, the movements growing increasingly unrestrained.

Su Mo didn’t have time to worry about Zhou Mingxuan’s anger. Noticing Li Xiang’s discomfort, she quickly stepped forward to comfort her.

Zhou Mingxuan, thoroughly humiliated by the words, had long lost his enthusiasm. His mood soured, and he stood up, ready to leave.

But Li Xiang caught his wrist.

Struggling to regain some clarity, she bit her lower lip tightly and said, “It’s not that I don’t want you, I just feel like you’re brushing me off.”

Zhou Mingxuan lifted his gaze to meet hers. The mist in her eyes was hazy, and his own suddenly brightened. He raised his hand, sweeping the bed curtains aside, and leaped into the canopy.

There was no turning back.