"You want to kill me? You’ll need two more years of practice." The man’s eyes were cold and he sneered. In the next moment, his hand turned claw-like and reached for the girl. His attack was unexpected, but she was prepared. She bent down to evade, her body spinning in mid-air. His claw missed, but his other hand twisted back with a strange motion to accurately grab her arm, pressing her into the corner. Their bodies were close, her hair wet and dripping water. She wore a thin T-shirt over her long, bare legs, revealing glimpses of her beautiful figure. Having just showered, her fragrance wafted alluringly to his nose. She tilted her head, leaning into his body with seductive eyes, "Second brother... your skills are improving. But I wonder if you’ve made progress in that other area?" Her tone was coy and soft, enough to make one’s half the body go numb. The man smirked, appearing somewhat wicked. In the depths of his eyes were bottomless darkness and an endless cold pool. The room’s heater was on, yet it felt like an ancient icy cellar. "Since you’re so brazen, I’ll satisfy you." With that, he roughly lifted her chin, his thin lips pressing down. His kiss was urgent and wild, like a storm raging and destroying everything. She clung tightly to him, desperately demanding more, never enough... The room’s temperature rose steadily, as if they were two parched individuals desperately seeking moisture from each other. "Big brother..." she murmured, gazing at the ceiling, her mind a blank. His eyes narrowed, whispering in her ear, "Being distracted deserves punishment." She didn’t know when she woke, but she saw his tall figure draped in a towel standing by the window, smoke curling around his fingers like the heavy night outside. "You’re improving a lot. Looks like you’ve had plenty of practice lately." She propped her chin with one hand, the blanket slipping to reveal marks on her chest. Her face appeared as fresh and delicate as a flower after a storm. "You shouldn’t have come back." His voice carried a hoarseness from lingering lust. "Isn’t it a bit late to say that now?" Her seductive eyes revealed a trace of cruelty, her mouth hinting mockery. "The Queen will be angry." "No, she won’t." She laughed, walking naked from the bed towards the man. "Do you think I’d dare to set foot on this land without her approval? She’s far stronger than we imagine." She lay on his back, fingers lightly tracing his chest. He took a hard drag on his cigarette, moving her hand away, "You broke the rules earlier." She laughed playfully, "In matters of the heart, you’ll understand, won’t you?" He sneered, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it underfoot. Her hand rested on his side, sighing, "Injured, ah? Never a moment’s peace." Suddenly, he turned and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at her. She smiled as she gazed at his face, her hand lightly brushing across his features, deep obsession visible in her eyes. "Why... does it feel different?" she murmured, confusion in her voice. His eyes were cold as he tilted her chin, forcing her to lift her head, "Time to wake up, he’ll never love you." She smiled gently, "He won’t break his promise; he’ll marry me." "Ha... you can cling to that naive dream for a lifetime." After thinking for a moment, he smiled with a hint of amusement, his gaze nearly cruel as he looked at her, "You know the reason he changed after that mission two years ago?" "Why?" she asked instinctively. "Because he met that person; it’s the man’s curse, one he can’t escape...," his voice was hauntingly seductive. Her eyes suddenly twitched like they had been pricked by a needle, reflecting a chilling light. She coldly laughed, "What about you? Can you escape?" He laughed with some amusement, his eyes inscrutable, unreadable by anyone, "Do you believe I can’t escape?" She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, moving forward to kiss him, this time completely taking control, like urgently wanting to prove something. He abruptly pushed her, his brow furrowing in impatience, casting her a cold look, "Enough." She suddenly laughed, under the dim light, her smile appearing pale, sending chills down one’s spine. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⁂fire.net "A curse, huh? I’ll see if this curse can be broken." Her tone was bone-chilling, like a wind from Hell rising across the land.