She looked up, blushing, and smiled shyly. "You, Ye Chen. Only you."
Then her smile faded slightly as a shadow of worry returned to her eyes.
"But what if those old geezers in my family still try to force me into a political marriage?" she asked quietly.
Ye Chen's gaze turned serious. His voice remained calm, but there was a sharpness behind it.
"They won't dare," he said coldly.
Ya Fei blinked, startled by the sudden chill in his tone.
"I mean it," Ye Chen continued, his eyes narrowing. "If anyone tries to take you away from me… I'll kill them without hesitation."
It wasn't a boast. His voice carried a deadly promise—he meant every word.
And more importantly, he had the strength to back it up.
Ye Chen wasn't just anyone. He was a direct member of the Mittel family. His grandfather held a high position in the clan. And soon, Ye Chen would officially become the heir to the Yunlan Sect—one of the most powerful sects in the empire.
But even that wasn't the full picture.
He also had something no one else had....a heaven-defying system that gave him strength beyond imagination, gifts beyond comprehension, and a destiny far above ordinary men.
With such a foundation, who would dare to challenge him?
And Ya Fei...this proud, smart, beautiful woman....was now his.
"Brother Ye Chen…" Ya Fei's voice softened. She pressed her cheek to his chest, holding him tightly, as if afraid to let him go.
"Just hearing you say that… makes everything worth it."
She didn't know all the secrets he carried, or the full extent of his power. But in this moment, none of that mattered.
She had made the right choice.
Ye Chen wasn't a man who would throw her away when things got difficult. He was someone who protected what was his—with both strength and loyalty.
This man… truly cared about her.
"I'm glad I can make you feel safe," Ye Chen said, gently stroking her long hair.
He tilted her face upward and looked into her eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"But be honest with me," he teased, voice thick with amusement. "Are you satisfied now? Didn't I take good care of you last night?"
A deep blush spread across Ya Fei's cheeks. She looked away quickly, rolling her eyes with feigned annoyance....though her lips curled into a knowing, amused smile.
"Hmph. Barely," she sniffed, settling back against the pillows with a dramatic sigh. "I was just being generous. Didn't want to break you too early."
Ye Chen let out a deep, satisfied laugh. He leaned closer, brushing her hair back behind her ear, voice dropping to a murmur. "Then I guess I'll have to try harder tonight."
Ya Fei raised a brow, amused. "Try harder how? You mean like last night....when you were whispering all those filthy things in my ear?"
His smirk deepened. "Mmm, especially when I told you not to bite your lip unless you were ready for me to make you scream."
Her breath caught, and her gaze dropped....remembering. "You really didn't hold back."
Ye Chen's voice turned almost smug. "Neither did you," he murmured. "You clawed my back like you were trying to mark me. I think I'm still bleeding."
Ya Fei's cheeks flamed as she turned her head away. "That's your fault. You wouldn't stop thrusting deeper… I couldn't help it."
He chuckled low in his throat and pulled down the collar of his robe just slightly to show faint red lines streaked across his shoulder blade. "These," he said, "are proof of how much you were enjoying yourself."
"I wasn't enjoying it," she huffed. "I was surviving."
"Oh? Then what about when you wrapped your legs around me and begged me not to stop?"
Her eyes widened. "That's not—!"
"You said it in such a sweet voice, too," he went on, grinning. "Calling me brother ye chen fuck me more deeper and deeper "
Ya Fei grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him. "Shut up! Shameless bastard!"
He caught the pillow mid-air, still laughing, then tossed it aside and leaned over her again, his voice huskier now. "You're lucky I'm giving you time to recover, or I'd show you just how shameless I can really be."
She narrowed her eyes. "You think I'm scared?"
"No," he said with a smirk, brushing his lips over hers. "I think you're hoping I'll make you scratch me up again."
Ya Fei's breath trembled, but she didn't look away. "If I do," she whispered, "it'll be deeper this time."
Their playful war of words melted into silence, thick with tension and hidden desire.
Then he kissed her forehead gently, grounding them both.
"But seriously," he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek, "if you ever want me to stop, just say the word."
Her heart softened. She wrapped her arms loosely around his waist, fingers idly brushing against the lines on his back.
"I'll let you know," she said quietly. "tonight.
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