Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce? Chapter 245 - 232: Taking Away All She Has

"...?!"

Shang Ruyi was taken aback, but before she could react, that hand suddenly exerted force, pulling her off balance and causing her to fall.

Right into his embrace.

Shang Ruyi, caught off guard, just landed on his chest and imdiately struggled to get up, but in the next mont, a burning hand clutched the back of her head, forcing her down.

Then, her lips were kissed!

"Mmph—!"

Shang Ruyi’s eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the man beneath her as he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other hand firmly held her head down, like iron clamps, binding her tightly to him.

She never imagined that this aloof man’s hands could be so hot and powerful, allowing not even a hint of struggle or retreat from her, and gradually, her body softened.

She even, unconsciously, responded awkwardly.

Yu Wenye’s breathing beca heavy, more burning and rapid. The next mont, he flipped over with her in his arms.

Shang Ruyi felt a sudden upheaval and, before she could recover, was pinned down onto the bed by him, with her clothes being removed bit by bit. As her skin touched the cold air, she shivered involuntarily.

She trembled fiercely.

She didn’t know why, she just wanted an answer, but it turned into this situation, and the man in front of her blushed furiously, his eyes reddened too, as the familiar stern look vanished, leaving only a fervent emotion that seed to want to burn everything away.

It’s not enough, even kissing her, holding her, still wasn’t enough...

For the first ti, Yu Wenye felt the frenzy within him, never enough, unaware that he could feel this emotion, especially towards soone he considered unnecessary.

Why is this happening?

He didn’t understand, but the more he didn’t understand, the more frenzied he beca. At this mont, he couldn’t hear anything or see anything, solely driven by instinct, controlling her breath and heartbeat, even forcefully holding down her hands which instinctively tried to push away, pinning them by her sides.

And just as he was about to take everything from her, a sudden streak of red stung his eyes!

It was blood!

Yu Wenye’s breathing hitched, and at that mont, his heartbeat resud while his ears finally heard sounds beyond his own heartbeat.

It was Shang Ruyi’s low whimpering, pleading voice.

The wound on her shoulder had split open, seeping blood through the bandage, staining her clothes red.

Blood dripped onto her body, terrifying her, and following her gaze, Yu Wenye realized that in his urgency, the wound on his shoulder had also torn open.

But he hadn’t felt any pain.

The impulse within him had numbed all his senses.

As he stood sowhat bewildered, Shang Ruyi finally broke free from his iron-tight grip, and imdiately pressed her hands on his shoulder, though blood still flowed, quickly seeping through her fingers, dripping onto her face, adding a rosy tint to her already blushing cheeks.

She was so anxious she nearly cried: "What about your wound? Soone—"

The rest of her words were muffled by his lips as he suddenly pressed down again.

Shang Ruyi’s face flushed red, a mix of panic and helplessness, and a nascent shyness, softly saying: "What are you doing! It’s already like this..."

Yu Wenye took a deep breath and said: "Don’t call for anyone."

"But—"

"If you have to call for soone, at least put on so clothes first."

"..."

Shang Ruyi was stunned, looked down and imdiately blushed even more.

Her clothes, during that brief mont of confusion, had already been mostly stripped away by Yu Wenye, even half a sleeve was torn and discarded on the ground. Her whole body and clothes were in a ss after his ravaging.

If soone really saw—

She was so ashad she wanted to disappear, even more embarrassed than when she asked him for an answer earlier. Yet Yu Wenye looked at her, a smile that even he could hardly believe, gentle to the point of indulgence, appeared on his lips as he leaned in and whispered in her ear: "Dress too."

"...!"

Shang Ruyi wished she could just die at that mont.

Embarrassed to such an extent, her face finally grew thick enough, biting her lip, she slowly sat up—fortunately, Yu Wenye hadn’t torn his own clothes. Enduring the pain in her shoulder, she tidied his attire and fastened his belt, but when it ca to dressing herself, her body was too soft to muster any strength.

She looked at this culprit with red eyes.

Yu Wenye’s gaze lingered on her fair skin for a while, especially noting the visible marks he left in his mont of passion, which seed even more conspicuous now. He gritted his teeth, pulled the thin quilt from the edge of the bed, and covered her entirely, leaving only her shoulder exposed.

Then he gritted his teeth and said: "Do not move, do you hear ?"

Shang Ruyi nodded.

How could she have the face to move again?

Only then did Yu Wenye get up, spoke a few words outside, and soon the doctor entered in a hurry with a dicine box.

Slling the faint blood scent in the tent, the doctor was so frightened his legs jumped, about to treat the General’s wound, but Yu Wenye led him to the bedside, pointing to the person lying obediently on the bed: "Bandage her first."

"..."

Shang Ruyi closed her eyes, pretending to be dead.

But even with her eyes closed, she could clearly sense the awkwardness in the air, hear the doctor gasping audibly, and even clearer was the mont when those aged hands were about to pull back the blanket, Yu Wenye gave a low shout: "Isn’t the wound on her shoulder? Why are you pulling back the blanket!"

The doctor cautiously said: "Great General, I must check to see if the lady’s wound has split—"

The air was tensed.

In the end, it was Shang Ruyi who opened her eyes and tugged the blanket down a bit more, then softly said: "Doctor, please have a look, the wound doesn’t hurt much, just bleeding. Help apply dicine and bandage it again."

While speaking, she glared at Yu Wenye.

The doctor dared not say more, quickly removing the bandage, indeed seeing the wound had split a bit, but luckily the edges had scabbed, so not much tearing occurred and no stitching was necessary. After applying the dicine, he bandaged it again, tremblingly saying: "The lady must not exert herself anymore, and also—"

Saying this, he glanced at the Assistant General behind him, then whispered: "Avoid the—uh, activity."

Shang Ruyi’s face burned crimson, nodded stiffly.

And the doctor, again trembling, helped Yu Wenye sit down by the bed, checking his wound after removing the bandage. His wound had scabbed sooner, yet split from within. Whatever happened to agitate him so must have been serious. The doctor could only sew up the wound, apply dicine and bandage it. Before leaving with the dicine box, he stopped, turning back to remind: "Great General, for the next month, avoid any, uh, activity."

Yu Wenye had cald down, but his eyes blazed as if ready to burn the doctor to ashes.

Once the doctor hurried out as if escaping, he finally breathed a heavy sigh.

Then looked at the person on the bed.

Her clothes not properly worn, though covered with a quilt, Shang Ruyi still curled herself up as much as she could, even so, her slender neck and white shoulders and collarbones, in this winter night, emitted an alluring pale glow, impossible to avert one’s eyes from.

Yu Wenye slowly approached, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Seeing her turn her face aside, showing only half a flushed cheek and a feverishly red ear tip, his abdon tightened with heat, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to plant his lips on her slender neck.

Her skin was smooth as jade, as if holding him there.

Yu Wenye, involuntarily entranced, began to move downward slowly...

Just then, a hand erged from the blanket, pressing lightly against his chest, gently pushing him away. Yu Wenye frowned, looking down at this young woman’s flushed face below him, but her eyes, at that mont, shone exceptionally bright.

She softly said: "Just now... it was said to avoid."

Yu Wenye said: "This isn’t that kind of..."

Saying this, he attempted to kiss her again.

But this ti, Shang Ruyi’s hand exerted more force, pushing him away firmly. Despite his scent already enveloping her delicate skin, being forced to pull away his heart heated with impatience, furrowing his brows unconsciously: "What are you doing?"

Shang Ruyi stared at him: "Where’s the answer I wanted?"