Then, without hesitation—
his lips pressed against hers.
His lips crushed against hers, his tongue forcefully prying apart her teeth, demanding deeper access. The kiss was aggressive, domineering, devoid of tenderness—a raw display of possession and control.
This was a man who enjoyed ruling over everything.
There had been no warning. She had never imagined he would suddenly lose all restraint like this.
Hong Ning was stunned for a moment before the truth hit her—he was using her as an outlet for his frustration after witnessing that scene.
Humiliation surged within her.
Enraged, she struggled violently, but her strength was no match for his. With her powers sealed, she was no better than a defenseless mortal.
And Yang Zhen was naturally stronger.
Taller than her, trained in martial arts since childhood, and in the prime of his physical strength—she had no advantage whatsoever.
No matter how she resisted, she could not push him away.
His normally cold eyes were dark with confusion, clouded with desire, as if he had lost all sense of reason. He pulled her closer, nearly crushing her against him, kissing her more recklessly.
Realizing she couldn’t break free, Hong Ning’s mind cleared instead.
Something wasn’t right.
Yang Zhen had always been proud and self-disciplined. Even if he had been aroused by what he saw earlier, he would never lose himself to the point of forcing a woman—especially an outsider.
This behavior was completely unlike him.
And then, suddenly, she remembered that pair of eyes.
Those deep, soul-stealing eyes.
The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.
Her heart clenched.
Ever since her powers had been sealed, she had lost her ability to sense demonic auras. That was why she hadn’t noticed anything amiss in the prince’s estate.
But now, it was obvious—Lady Wang was no ordinary woman.
To wield seduction at this level, she could not be an ordinary demon.
Unless…
Though she had lost her magic, her knowledge remained.
A cold smirk flashed across Hong Ning’s lips.
No wonder.
The sensation she had felt when looking into Lady Wang’s eyes had been eerily familiar—the kind of stirring that was not entirely her own.
That woman had already noticed her.
And Yang Zhen had clearly fallen under her spell.
As for Hong Ning?
She had only escaped because she was also a woman.
But even then, she had almost overlooked the truth.
Just as she was piecing it together, a strong hand slid into the front of her robes, fingertips grazing her skin.
Shame and panic flooded her.
Yang Zhen showed no signs of stopping, and her heart sank.
At this rate, she would lose control of the situation completely.
Desperate, she reached into her robes for her peachwood beads—a protective talisman against dark forces.
But her hand grasped nothing.
Empty.
Only now did she remember—since losing her powers, she had stopped carrying magical items, focusing all her energy on breaking her seal.
Besides, with guardian wards protecting the estate and Yang Zhen’s own strong fortune, ordinary demons would never dare attack.
She had let her guard down.
And tonight, she had simply gone out for a walk, forgetting to bring any protection with her.
With no other choice, Hong Ning gritted her teeth.
The moment she felt his grip loosen slightly around her waist, she jerked back and slammed her knee upward, aiming for his most vulnerable spot.
If he couldn’t snap out of it, she would have to incapacitate him first.
Her plan was sound—except for one problem.
Yang Zhen was a seasoned warrior, trained in combat from a young age. Even in his current state, his instincts remained razor-sharp.
Sensing her intent, he let out a low chuckle, dodging her strike effortlessly with a sidestep.
At the same time, he lifted his right foot slightly.
Hong Ning was caught off guard—her movement thrown off balance.
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