ebookland Chapter 293 Murong Yi Carries Lin Qianqian
Chapter 293 Murong Yi Carries Lin Qianqian
Chapter 293 Murong Yi Carries Lin Qianqian
Lin Qianqian's hair was disheveled, and she staggered forward, running wildly without regard for anything else. Every few steps, she would anxiously look back, her eyes filled with panic, fearing that Murong Yi would catch up with her.
The wind whistled in her ears, her rapid breathing and pounding heartbeat mingled together, and the scenery around her rushed past.
Finally, she rushed into a forest, where the branches of the trees were intertwined. She fell headlong into the depths of the forest, frantically grabbing onto a thick tree, her body slowly sliding down the trunk until she collapsed to the ground.
She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, dripping onto the dusty ground.
"Phew... I finally shook them off." Lin Qianqian murmured to herself, her tense nerves gradually relaxing, and her eyes no longer showing the same fear as before.
Before he could finish speaking, a familiar voice suddenly rang out: "Shake off what!"
Lin Qianqian stared wide-eyed in horror, and looked up to find that Murong Yi had appeared before her like a ghost.
She thought she had successfully escaped, but the other party suddenly appeared out of nowhere. This huge psychological gap made her scalp tingle instantly.
Murong Yi looked down at her, his thin lips curving upwards into a wicked smile that seemed to hold endless mockery and amusement, while his dark eyes gleamed with an unfathomable light.
Lin Qianqian was immediately terrified and couldn't help but scream. She retreated backward, pressing her back against the tree trunk, staring intently at Murong Yi in front of her.
Murong Yi wore a faint smile, her eyes fixed on Lin Qianqian. She moved with slow but extremely imposing steps, each step firm and powerful, as if sealing off her escape route little by little.
He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, a smile that concealed an all-knowing certainty, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Where is the Princess going?" His tone was leisurely, yet carried an undeniable pressure.
Lin Qianqian pressed her back tightly against the tree trunk, her hands unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force. Hearing Murong Yi's words, her heart skipped a beat, and the color drained from her face instantly. She still forced a calm demeanor, managing a stiff smile, a flash of panic in her eyes before she quickly regained her composure. Her forced composure—a forced smile—was the perfect description.
"W-what!" Lin Qianqian stammered, clearing her throat and patting her chest in a mock-sounding manner to appear more confident. Then, she strained her voice, trying to imitate a man's, and coughed a few times before saying, "Hey, sir, you've mistaken me for someone else! Look closely, I'm a man." But her slightly trembling voice and the slight shaking of her body due to nervousness betrayed her guilty conscience.
Upon hearing Lin Qianqian's reply, Murong Yi's eyes flashed with interest. Her tone rose slightly as she asked with amusement, "Oh? Is that so?" Her tone suggested that she already knew everything and was deliberately watching how Lin Qianqian would continue to pretend.
Lin Qianqian forced herself to remain calm and replied weakly, "Of course! Cough cough~" But that deliberate cough was just to cover up her inner panic.
Murong Yi wore an enigmatic smile as he leaned forward, slowly getting closer to Lin Qianqian. His eyes were fixed on her, his gaze almost tangible, filled with inquiry and a hint of mockery.
Lin Qianqian was startled by his sudden closeness. Her heart raced, and she frantically shrank back, pressing her back against the tree trunk. Her hands flailing instinctively in front of her, as if trying to dispel the suffocating pressure, her voice trembled uncontrollably: "W-what do you want to do! Men and women..."
Murong Yi didn't stop. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and continued to ask, "Hmm? What about men and women?" Her voice was deep and magnetic, but in the quiet forest, it inexplicably gave Lin Qianqian the creeps.
Lin Qianqian blushed, her eyes darting around, unable to meet Murong Yi's gaze. She hurriedly turned her face away, stammering, "Men and women...shouldn't touch...but...men shouldn't get too close to each other either..."
Murong Yi's lips curled into a triumphant smile. He leaned down slightly, bringing his peripheral vision to her level, and the two stared at each other.
Those few seconds felt like an eternity. Lin Qianqian felt her heart pounding like thunder, she could even hear the sound of her blood rushing through her veins, and her lips trembled slightly as fear and tension completely enveloped her.
Suddenly, Murong Yi, with quick reflexes, reached out and yanked off Lin Qianqian's hair bun.
At that moment, as the turban was torn off, her long hair fell down like black silk, the smooth strands swaying gently in the breeze, a few stray hairs clinging to her cheeks, which were flushed with panic.
Lin Qianqian's eyes widened, filled with panic and disbelief. She instinctively cupped her burning cheeks with her hands, as if to hide the panic in her heart.
She stared at Murong Yi before her, her lips trembling slightly, and squeezed out a single word: "You!"
Her voice was filled with anger, shame, and a hint of barely concealed fear. The blush on her face hadn't faded before she was terrified and turned pale. Her features were slightly distorted due to the intense emotional turmoil.
Murong Yi looked down at her, a smug smile on his face, a smile that concealed the domineering and playful air unique to those in power. He slightly raised his chin, his voice deep yet full of power: "My queen, you've made me search so hard!" Every word seemed to proclaim his absolute control over her.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's fear intensified. She took a step back, almost falling, and stammered, "What...what do you want to do!" Her eyes were full of vigilance, and her body trembled slightly with fear. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, trying to bolster her courage.
Murong Yi snorted coldly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes: "Hmph! What do I want to do! What do you think?" With that, he curled up a wicked smile, a smile that carried an undeniable force.
Immediately afterwards, he strode forward, his strong arms like iron clamps, and lifted Lin Qianqian up by the waist.
Lin Qianqian screamed, flailing her arms wildly in the air, struggling desperately with her legs, and cursing incessantly. Murong Yi, however, remained unmoved, steadily carrying her forward.
His steps were firm and powerful, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if declaring to the world his determination to take Lin Qianqian away. Lin Qianqian, on his shoulder, was like a helpless lamb, completely at his mercy.