My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 368

[Wow, are Xanthea's votes real? Her votes are higher than any previous Celestial Goddess!]

[The others are giving up resistance; we even want to vote for her!]

[Yeah. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. My favorite isn’t going to win anyway.]

[Fans of Isabella, charge! We're known for our voting abilities, how can we let a newbie take the lead?]

[No way. Xanthea's too popular. I've been clicking non-stop, and still can't bridge the gap!]

Team fans of Isabella, who usually led the voting charts with ease, found themselves struggling to keep up with Xanthea no matter what. As they brainstormed for ways to pull in more votes, even preparing to team up with other fan groups, they suddenly saw Isabella's twitter account go online.

[OMG! Isabella's online, she must be taking this Celestial Cinema Awards seriously and is here to rally votes!] [Did everyone see? If Isabella wants the Celestial Goddess title this badly, how can we really afford to slack off?] [We've got to help Isabella win the Celestial Goddess title.]

The fans were all excited and motivated, but then, they saw a tweet from Isabella: You've voted for contestant No. 1—Xanthea in this year's "Celestial Cinema Awards." Thanks for your support!

Isabella's fans were dumbfounded.

Did Isabella hit the wrong button?

They had been working so hard to vote for her, and she herself went to vote for her own idol?

So, who exactly should they vote for?!

At noon, a ray of brilliant sunshine sneaked through the curtains and playfully fell on the girl on the big bed, who was swoon by exhaustion.

Her thick, dark eyelashes fluttered lightly, and before her sleepy eyelids could open, a wave of aching pain hit her.

It hurt, hurt so much!

Her mouth hurt, her neck hurt, her chest hurt, her legs hurt, her whole body hurt. It felt like she'd been run over by a freight train that had chugged across her all night.

Orion was captivated for a moment before realizing that she was awake. His black pupils contracted slightly, and he took a step forward and hugged her tightly, "Xannie, Xannie, my treasure, my little darling."

What did he mean? She was almost dead, and he still wanted...!

Xanthea, traumatized by his advance, recoiled. Then, she raised her sharp claws and kept hitting his chest in annoyance, "Orion, let go of me, you jerk, you beast, you brute!"

The more she cursed, the tighter the man held her, his eyes filled with the satisfaction and enjoyment of last night. It was as if he had entered paradise, almost dying on her body.

His treasure, his darling, how could she be so lethal?

Xanthea bit down on his arm, in the exact same spot as yesterday, as if awakening some deep memory. Orion's eyes darkened, his voice husky, "Xannie, does it still hurt?"

What did he mean? She was almost dead, and he still had desires?!

Xanthea raised her face, crying pitifully and helplessly, like a helpless little white trapped by a big bad wolf.