Traveling through the busy farmland of a peasant girl

Chapter 353 Falling into Madness

The night was like thick ink, enveloping the entire world. Nangong Qi lay alone on the bed. The surroundings were so quiet that it was suffocating. Only his heavy and disordered breathing seemed particularly clear in this silent space.

Nangong Qi, who was under the custody of the secret guards, desperately wanted to leave the palace to find Shen Li, but he couldn't do so and could only numb himself with alcohol.

Outside the window, the moonlight was dim, and the few rays of light that shone through the carved window lattices were like broken fragments, falling coldly on his face full of pain and struggle, outlining deep shadows.

The drunk Nangong Qi slowly closed his eyes with a tired look on his face. His consciousness was gradually swallowed by the darkness, but he couldn't help but sink into the dream world distorted by love and hate.

In that illusory dream, Shen Li's figure quietly emerged like a ghost.

She was wearing a plain white dress, and the pure white seemed particularly dazzling in this gloomy dream, like a lotus blooming in the dark night.

Her black hair fell softly behind her like a waterfall, and a few strands of hair were playfully scattered beside her fair cheeks, which made her face even more beautiful, but also revealed a pitiful and cold look, as if she was a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world. Her beauty was breathtaking, but it also made Nangong Qi's heart more painful.

"Li'er...you finally came to see me..." Nangong Qi murmured, and his originally deep eyes were instantly filled with hot and crazy flames. The complex emotions of love and hate completely erupted at this moment, like a surging raging sea, drowning his remaining sanity without a trace.

He suddenly rushed forward, as fast as a cheetah pouncing on its prey, and instantly shortened the distance between him and Shen Li.

Before Shen Li could react, his powerful big hand grabbed Shen Li's slender wrist like an iron clamp. The force was so great that it seemed to crush her wrist bones. An expression of pain instantly appeared on Shen Li's face.

"Nangong Qi, what are you going to do? Let me go!" Shen Li widened her eyes in horror, her eyes full of disbelief and deep despair towards the person in front of her.

Tears quickly accumulated in her eyes, like crystal clear lake water, sparkling under her long eyelashes, and could burst out at any time.

She struggled desperately, twisting her body violently, trying to break free from Nangong Qi's devilish restraints. However, her weak body seemed so insignificant in front of Nangong Qi's brute force, and all her resistance was in vain.

Nangong Qi ignored Shen Li's resistance, his eyes revealing an almost crazy persistence and determination.

With a sudden and forceful swing, Shen Li's petite body was pushed down on the bed like a broken doll.

The bed made a dull sound, as if it was Shen Li's desperate cry. Nangong Qi's tall and strong body then pressed down like a mountain, trapping Shen Li tightly under him.

Shen Li became more and more frightened, and pounded Nangong Qi's chest hard with both hands. The sound of her fists falling was dull and weak, and each punch seemed to be telling of her helplessness and sorrow.

His feet were kicking desperately in the air, trying to escape this terrible fate with a final struggle. However, all this was like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to stop Nangong Qi's crazy and out-of-control behavior.

Nangong Qi's breathing became rapid and heavy, and the hot air sprayed on Shen Li's tear-stained cheeks.

His hands were like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, violently tearing at Shen Li's clothes. The originally neat and elegant dress was instantly ripped apart by his frantic rage, and pieces of fabric fell like snowflakes.

Shen Li's fair and delicate skin was gradually exposed to the cold air, and a layer of fine goose bumps appeared. Her body trembled violently because of fear, shame and despair, like a fallen leaf shivering in the autumn wind.

"No... Nangong Qi, please..." Shen Li's crying became more and more shrill, and the desperate cry broke the silence of the dream, as if it was the most tragic elegy in the night sky.

Every note was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Nangong Qi's already broken heart.

But at this time, Nangong Qi was overwhelmed by the mixed emotions of love and hate. The possessiveness in his heart grew wildly like weeds, completely swallowing up the faint trace of pity.

Nangong Qi lowered his head and kissed Shen Li's lips fiercely without hesitation. There was no trace of tenderness or pity in that kiss, only endless plunder and aggression.

He bit Shen Li's lips hard with his teeth, as if he wanted to absorb her soul into his body in this rough way.

Shen Li closed her lips tightly and resisted desperately. Her teeth accidentally bit Nangong Qi's lips, and blood gushed out instantly. The salty and fishy taste spread in their mouths, but it did not stop Nangong Qi from his crazy behavior at all.

His hands roamed freely on Shen Li's body, and every touch was filled with a strong possessiveness. His nails scratched Shen Li's skin, leaving shocking red marks.

Shen Li's tears kept flowing, wetting the pillow. Her eyes were empty and desperate, as if her soul had left her body, leaving only this body tortured by pain.

"Li'er, you are mine, mine from the beginning to the end..." Nangong Qi whispered in Shen Li's ear, his voice full of dominance and determination. The warm breath sprayed on Shen Li's ears, but made her feel like falling into an ice cellar.

Shen Li just kept crying, and her cries echoed in the silent room, as if it was a silent accusation of this tragic fate and a lament for this twisted love.

After a long time, Nangong Qi, like a trapped beast awakened from a nightmare, suddenly broke free from this crazy and twisted dream.

Sweat soaked his clothes like rain, clinging to his body and outlining his strong yet exhausted figure.

He sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, his eyes still showing the madness and pain from his dream. His once deep eyes were now bloodshot, like a wounded beast.

Outside the window, the moonlight was still dim. Nangong Qi looked at the lifeless moonlight, his heart filled with regret and self-blame. He grabbed his hair tightly with both hands, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to tear his scalp off, as if this could alleviate the burning torment in his heart.

He knew very well that this dream was a true reflection of the darkest and most twisted desires in his heart, and his love for Shen Li gradually became deformed in this painful abyss of love and hate, causing him to fall into endless torture and struggle, unable to extricate himself, as if his throat was tightly strangled by the hands of the devil, and he could only endure the torture of love alone in this dark abyss.