My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 201

“Ah.”

Xanthea was taken aback. Just as she was about to push him away, her hands were firmly pinned above her head, leaving her no room to move.

“W–what are you doing?”

The scene, the posture, it was all too reminiscent of that night at the Rlan Hotel, where he forcibly pinned her down when he was drunk, only now they were on the grassy field instead of a hotel bed.

Orion’s gaze fixed on her, his eyes swirling with a shadowy intensity as if harboring a storm, “Lately, Xan, you’ve been sneaking touches and boldly kissing me. Do you have some special feelings for me?”

“No, no! Of course not!”

Xanthea shook her head desperately, her amber eyes wide with innocence as she explained. “The touching thing, haven’t I explained that already? The kiss just now was because my legs gave out, I accidentally bumped into you, it wasn’t intentional at all!”

“Oh? Such a coincidence?”

“Yes, it’s just a coincidence!”

Xanthea felt like crying.

She didn’t understand why these past few days he seemed determined not to let herself off the hook for being labeled as a female hooligan.

“Do you think I believe that?”

“You have to believe me!”

Xanthea fluttered her dewy, large eyes sincerely at him, “Can’t you see how utterly vulnerable, innocent, and pure I am?”

He could see, she was trying to seduce him.

Orion narrowed his long eyes slightly, his gaze shifting from her delicate face down to her snowy, plump chest, “Vulnerable, yes, but not at all innocent.”

Xanthea: “7” She had just come of age, wasn’t she innocent? Wait, where was he looking?

She quickly lowered her head, only to realize the buttons on her chest had somehow come undone, revealing a scenery underneath, all of which was under his watchful eyes. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Ah!!!”

“Orion, let me go! Let go now!”

Her face flushed a deep red in embarrassment in an instant, as she struggled desperately to free herself from himself. But the more she struggled, the darker the man’s gaze became.

Orion’s gaze was fixed on that swaying white before him, with a hint of uncontrollable desire.

“Stop moving!”

If

It she kept moving, he couldn’t guarantee what he might do next.

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“Are you threatening me?”

Xanthea stopped, looking at him incredulously, and Orion’s expression softened gradually. “After taking advantage of me so many times, Xan, don’t you think it’s time to give something back?”

Give something back? How?

Xanthea looked at his eyes, flickering with flames, and the slight movement of his Adam’s apple, suddenly feeling a chill breeze blowing through her chest, sending shivers down her spine.

In the blink of an eye, a ridiculous and frightening thought crossed her mind, could he be wanting to touch her.

Impossible!

He must be mad!

But why was Orion’s body pressing down inch by inch, his hand gripping her waist tighter and tighter?

“Orion, let me go!”

“You jerk, you rascal, what do you want to do?”

“Peach blossom.”

Just as his imposing form pressed tightly against her petite frame, and Xanthea despairingly shut her eyes, suddenly she heard his hoarse voice.

“21”

She opened her eyes to see him gently removing a bright red peach blossom petal from her hair.

He had come close just to take a peach blossom?

Had she misunderstood him yet again?!

“Did you just call me a rascal?” Orion raised an eyebrow, could he be wanting to touch her, “And you event closed your eyes. Were you expecting something?”

“I was expecting nothing!”

“You, you did that on purpose!”

Xanthea’s face was red as a ripe peach, could he be wanting to touch her.

It seemed clear now; he was just toying with her, leading her thoughts astray, and he was getting worse!

“Let go of me, huh? You?”

Xanthea wriggled her body and suddenly felt something strange. She looked at him with a puzzled

expression.

Orion’s body suddenly stiffened.

Seeing his ‘stunned expression and a moment of nervousness in his dark eyes, Xanthea quickly took the opportunity to free her hands and reached out to him.

“Xan, no.”

The man’s voice was low and hoarse. Before he could stop her, Xanthea’s hand quickly reached into his suit jacket and tore off a piece of the already solidified hand warmer?

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“??” Xanthea stared in shock at the hand warmer in her hand, then at him, “Orion, why are you using hand warmer in the middle of summer? Didn’t you have a fever?”

Orion’s eyes half–closed, seemingly relieved.

So that was what she was referring to.

“You’re better now?”

Wait, even if his fever had subsided, why would he use a hand warmer unless he had been lying to her all along!

Quickly, Xanthea reached to feel his forehead but was swiftly caught by him.

“The fever’s gone, but I still have a bit of a cold, the warmer helps keep the chill away.

He said, taking off his suit jacket and wrapping it firmly around her.

“Oh, I see.” Watching his gentlemanly actions, Xanthea felt ashamed of her earlier suspicions, “But your shouldn’t give your jacket to me. You have a cold, the chill must be uncomfortable.”

Orion chuckled.

Looking at her there, he felt far more uncomfortable.

“Are you planning to walk back like this?”

His gaze lightly swept over her chest once more, and Xanthea immediately wrapped the jacket tighter, “Well, thank you!”

“Get up.

Orion stood and offered her his hand.

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Chapter 202

On the endless plains under a clear sky, with the sun high and clouds faint, Xanthea slightly lifted her head to gaze at the man standing against the light. His tall physique seemed to be bathed in a faint golden glow by the sun, dazzling enough to cause a light dizziness.

Strangely enough, even though she couldn’t see his face clearly, she found him incredibly handsome.

“Xan?”

“Huh?”

Lost in thought, Xanthea didn’t grasp his offered hand but stood up on her own instead.

Yet, before she could take a step, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her ankle.

“Ouch!”

She let out a low cry, furrowing her brow, and her faltering body fell into the man’s arms the next second. “What happened?”

“My ankle hurts. It must be twisted.”

Orion bent down to scoop her up in a princess carry and headed towards a nearby park bench.

“Orion.”

“Shh,” he said as he gently placed her on the bench, knelt on one knee, removed the shoe and sock from her right foot, rubbed his hands to warm them, and then placed his warm palms on her slightly protruding bone of her ankle, gently kneading.

“Ah, that feels so good.”

As he varied his touch–sometimes light, sometimes firm, sometimes quick, sometimes slow–sighs of comfort spilled from Xanthea’s throat. However, she noted his eyelashes slightly lowered and his facial contours rigid, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Could it be he wasn’t too pleased?

Was it because she had not taken his hand, leading to her twisting her foot again?

“I’m sorry, Orion, for making trouble for you again.”

She bit her lip, feeling somewhat embarrassed. “Don’t you find it odd? Every time I’m in danger or get hurt, you’re there.”

“Do you realize how often you get hurt?”

Orion looked up, his gaze dark and piercing.

“Is it often? Let’s see, since my coming–of–age party, there’s the time I fell into the pool at the birthday party, choke on a fishbone on the plane, and then slipped during an audition, Ah!”

“Ha, ticklish.”

While she was recounting her misadventures, he playfully tickled her foot.

“Stop, Orion, that tickles!”