7: The Yandere Warlord's Substitute Bride 7

The moment General Fu kicked open the room door with Wen Ci in his arms, Wen Ci noticed the surging violence in his eyes, his tensed muscles, and his unusual emotions.

It seems he truly is clingy and possessive.

"Who allowed you to leave?" He tossed her onto the brocade quilt, then leaned over, pressing down, his hands braced on either side of her, completely encompassing Wen Ci in his embrace.

He casually removed the gold-rimmed glasses from his high nose, revealing eyes that were fully exposed in their ferocity. "Dressed so beautifully, who were you planning to see? Hmm?"

His gaze fell on the alluring lines the cheongsam drew on her body, and the violence in his eyes intensified.

He didn't want any other man to see her.

"Who are you trying to seduce?" His voice was terrifyingly low and hoarse. Before Wen Ci could speak, he began another round of interrogation, simultaneously pinching her chin to force her to look up into his eyes.

Wen Ci blinked, then looked down at herself with a hint of innocence. This was just a plain-colored cheongsam, even the pattern was simple, and the collar was buttoned up tightly. How could it be considered seductive in the slightest?

"General..." She was about to explain when he suddenly pressed closer, his hot breath caressing her ear.

"Don't call me General." He commanded, biting her earlobe directly. "Call me by my name."

Wen Ci secretly chuckled. This man was adorably crazy. What she had casually thrown on had become a huge seduction in his eyes.

He was very clingy and possessive; she liked that.

But she suddenly wanted to see him exercise a little restraint for her.

So she deliberately furrowed her brows and softly let out a "Hiss," "It hurts..."

General Fu immediately let go as if scalded. The man who had just been fierce and menacing now only gently caressed her chin, a flicker of annoyance and disbelief in his eyes.

He actually changed his strategy instantly because of a single word from her?

This was truly unscientific.

He shouldn't be so obedient.

"Delicate." He snorted, yet still carefully pulled her into his arms, softening his grip.

However, the overwhelming possessiveness surging in his heart and the mischievous madness within him still clamored to ravage the woman in his arms. He wanted her to cry and call his name, to beg for mercy and say she would only look at him.

General Fu's Adam's apple subtly bobbed, and the heat in his lower abdomen surged again.

Wen Ci leaned against his chest, her fingertips toying with the brass buttons on his military uniform, feeling the violent thumping of his heart in his chest, secretly pleased.

She knew that this man's mind was currently filled with how to lock her in the room, how to ensure outsiders would never see her like this, how to...

"Chenzhou." She suddenly looked up, her red lips almost touching his Adam's apple, deliberately drawing out the sound. "You smell... so sour."

After saying this, she even leaned closer to his neck and sniffed, as if she had truly smelled something.

General Fu's body stiffened, then he furiously pushed her onto the bed. He pulled a nearby rope and directly bound her wrists.

"Don't even think about getting out of bed today." He lowered his head and fiercely bit her neck, but didn't actually use force. "I want you to cry and call my name."

Wen Ci smiled like a cat that had stolen fish.

Look, even when he went crazy, he didn't dare to truly bite down with his fangs; it was just a show of bravado.

His eyes surged with a dark tide, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was dangerously low and hoarse. "My wife, cry more beautifully tonight. I want to hear you call my name over and over."

Wen Ci, with mischievous intent, tilted her small face up, her dark long hair spread across the bed, her eyes pure like an innocent maiden. "My wife? But... I remember General Fu said last night that his wife was someone else?" Her red lips pouted slightly. "Was it that person outside just now... my sister?"

General Fu's fingertips paused.

"Sister always said that General Fu was deeply devoted to her." Wen Ci blinked innocently, gently rubbing her snow-white knee against the man's tensed abdomen. "She also said I was just an impostor."

At this, she suddenly flinched, the corners of her eyes reddening with a hint of grievance. "Perhaps General Fu also seems very dissatisfied with me, and will soon divorce me to welcome my sister into the household..."

"Ugh!"

Before she could finish, General Fu had already clamped his hand over her lips. His voice was somewhat muffled and hoarse. "Little liar..." He chuckled, his breath hot. "You'll soon find out how satisfied I am with you."

Red candles flickered.

Wen Ci, however, refused to give up. As the man's gaze was hazy, she bit his fingertip when he brushed it over her lips. "Then does General Fu like my sister?"

"Or does he like me?"

This seductive, enchanting appearance made waves of heat surge through General Fu's heart again and again.

His eyes darkened abruptly, and he suddenly grabbed her waist. "Yesterday, you acted so obedient... Turns out you're a captivating temptress."

When they first met yesterday, she had appeared so timid and weak; he had never imagined his new bride would be such a captivating and soul-snatching temptress.

It truly formed a world of difference, a stark contrast to her utterly pure beauty.

Wen Ci chuckled softly, panting, "Then does General Fu like the obedient ones, or the naughty ones?"

The surging excitement and thrill in General Fu's eyes almost made him lose his mind.

Wen Ci laughed, shaking like a flower branch in the wind, then suddenly grabbed his hand, pried it open, and bit the web of his right hand. Her beautiful eyes, hazy with desire, looked at him. "Coincidentally... I also like General Fu when he loses control and goes crazy."

The web of his hand was General Fu's inverse scale.

A place no one could touch.

Everyone who had touched it had met their demise.

Because the scar in that spot was left by his mother's bite before she died. That spot represented his mother.

So the moment Wen Ci bit him, the heat around him instantly dissipated. He almost stiffened in shock, looking down at the red lips of the woman biting him.

He was not only shocked that she dared to touch his inverse scale, but also that her strength was so great.

So great that she easily pried open his hand.

A sharp pain came from the web of his hand.

Wen Ci's small, sharp canines pierced into the man's rough skin, and drops of blood rolled out, staining her fair, delicate chin.

Her face appeared even more enchanting, even tinged with a hint of madness.

It was the madness of a kindred spirit.

General Fu's breathing suddenly stopped.

He could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Wen Ci's teeth were deeply embedded in his flesh, yet her eyes, glistening with moisture, stared directly at him, like a cunning beast observing its prey's reaction while tearing at it.

This was his taboo, his inverse scale.

No one could touch here.

And no one dared to bite him like this and then stare at him provocatively.

But Wen Ci did just that.

Memories surged like a tide. His mother's pale lips, before her death, had trembled and bitten the web of his hand in just this way, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, staining his palm.

His most respected mother, the supreme and only woman he obeyed, had died before his eyes.

Since then, any woman who dared to touch that spot had had her neck twisted by his own hands.

But at this moment.

He was not furious.

He didn't grab Wen Ci's slender neck, he didn't press a gun to her temple, and he didn't even... make a move to shake her off.

He just stood frozen, his pupils constricted, staring at her in disbelief.

Wen Ci released her bite, leaving a clear, moist bloody imprint on the web of his hand. She extended the tip of her tongue, gently licked the bloodstains on her lips, and smiled enchantingly yet innocently.

"Do you know?" Her fingertip traced the wound on the web of his hand, pressing down hard. "There's a kind of wolf-child who, when grown, believes that biting is a way to express love."

General Fu's brows furrowed slightly from the sting, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"And you," she propped herself up and leaned close to his earlobe, her breath like honey, "are the kind who loves by pinching and tormenting."

His heart suddenly constricted.

This woman.

How dare this woman.

How dare she so easily tear open his bloody skin, and still smile so sweetly?

He should kill her.

He should immediately twist her beautiful neck.

But his hand uncontrollably moved to the back of her neck, slowly kneading, yet not daring to truly use force.

He was like a tamed beast; though his fangs remained, he had learned to retract his claws.

His entire body trembled with excitement.

Wen Ci, his wife.

She was not an ordinary woman; she wouldn't fear him, and she wouldn't even be afraid to provoke him.

She truly was so special.

She made him so excited.

He pushed her down, not caring how much blood flowed from the web of his hand. This was the first time he had felt such a different emotion for a woman.

It was an intense possessiveness that erupted from his heart.

He wanted her.

Only her.

The woman beneath him showed no shyness; instead, she chuckled softly, then suddenly raised her hand and pinched his chin.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and rounded. Now, like a cat's paw, they slid from his chin to his Adam's apple, then pressed against his Adam's apple, and with a clever twist, she flipped over.

In a dizzying turn, General Fu was unexpectedly pinned beneath her.

He was uncharacteristically stunned.

No one had ever dared...

No one had ever dared to do this, no one had ever dared to look down on him with such a condescending posture.