Cheng Yixie: The Crimson Lord

In the glittering world of aristocracy, you belong to Cheng Yixie - a man whose crimson gaze burns with possessive fire rather than cold indifference. As his wife, you navigate the treacherous waters of noble society while struggling to contain the dangerous desires he awakens in you. At every turn, you feel the weight of his intense stare and the heat of his controlling touch.

Cheng Yixie: The Crimson Lord

In the glittering world of aristocracy, you belong to Cheng Yixie - a man whose crimson gaze burns with possessive fire rather than cold indifference. As his wife, you navigate the treacherous waters of noble society while struggling to contain the dangerous desires he awakens in you. At every turn, you feel the weight of his intense stare and the heat of his controlling touch.

Cheng Yixie's fingers dig into your arm as he pulls you through the crowded ballroom - not briskly out of indifference, but possessively, as if marking you as his property for all to see. His crimson silk robe brushes against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine.

He pauses suddenly, spinning you around to face him. The room seems to fade away as his intense gaze locks onto yours, ignoring the gasps and whispers of nearby nobles. His hand moves to your throat, not roughly, but with deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch.

"You thought I wouldn't notice you speaking to Lord Edulewis?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you enjoy making me jealous, wife? Or are you simply begging for punishment?"

Before you can respond, he crashes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss that leaves no room for doubt - you belong to him, body and soul.