Chapter 92 Shengsheng hasn’t said forgiveness yet…

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Her eyes showed no pity, saying that kneeling down to admit his mistake was a cheap move...

Nanchuan Shijue's blue-black eyes seemed to be hollowed out, looking at her empty-headedly.

"Miss Ning, do you know why the young master knelt on broken glass?" Moss suddenly spoke up. "When he was five, he made a mistake and was locked in the wine cellar. He crawled all night on the floor covered with broken bottles..."

"Shut up!" Nanchuan Shijue shouted, his knees grinding deeper blood marks in the broken glass.

Ning Fengsheng's blood froze.

It’s not that she doesn’t feel heartbroken, but she can’t show it, or she’ll fall into his trap again!

"Snap—" Another whip hit his back.

Ning Fengsheng, don't look!

"continue!"

When the third whip fell, Ning Fengsheng finally rushed over to grab the whip.

The man took the opportunity to hold her in his arms. The smell of blood invaded his breath. Nanchuan Shijue tightly grasped her waist and his hot lips brushed her earlobe: "If you touch me, does that mean you forgive me...?"

"madman!"

He grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his violently heaving chest: "Count them carefully, every beat here says I love you."

There was cold sweat on his forehead, but he looked like a child who had succeeded in a prank.

"That's enough, stop fighting..."

"Not enough!" Nanchuan Shijue carefully moved her body away from the broken glass on the ground, his knees bleeding as he moved. "Keep fighting, don't stop."

He stared at her deeply, his jaw set in a fragile arc, his eyes bloodshot.

The whipper struck again, and Nanchuan Shijue, holding her, groaned and fell forward, one hand resting on the broken glass...

Ning Fengsheng's face was pressed against his chest, and he smelled a bloody odor...

Suddenly she remembered how his big hands held the ermine cloak and waited for her in the snow all night during the winter solstice last year.

At this moment, both of the man's hands were covered in blood.

The bandage wrapped around his right hand was soaked in blood.

He dipped his left hand, which had been pressed on the broken glass, into the blood and drew a heart shape on the ground. A strange red color appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Nanchuan Shijue, why are you doing this?" Ning Fengsheng's voice trembled.

The more he did this, the more determined she became to leave.

Only she would let him torture and abuse herself like this——

Apart from her, no one in this world can hurt him in the slightest!

"Shengsheng..." He chuckled as he looked at the person in his arms, his bloodstained fingertips grasping the hem of her skirt. "When I taught you how to play chess, I told you to never regret a move... but now I regret it so much that my bones ache!"

“…”

"I did something wrong and I deserve to be punished." Nanchuan Shijue said coldly, "Don't plead for me, this is what I deserve."

"Your so-called punishment is beating yourself to a bloody pulp?"

"The lessons of pain are the most profound... If I dare to wrong you again, I will remember this pain forever!"

"Master, stop hitting me!" Moss begged bitterly.

"I'll beat you until you calm down and forgive me..."

"I won't forgive you..." Ning Fengsheng said with trembling lips, "I will never forgive you... I will never forgive you..."

Nanchuan Shijue's pupils shrank as he watched her crying and sobbing helplessly.

"I don't agree with this kind of self-harming punishment as a way to beg for my forgiveness..." Ning Fengsheng clutched his collar tightly, "You're threatening me. It's clear you're not a sincere apology!"

“…”

"You're putting on a show of self-torture to me, hoping to soften my heart. You don't even offer a sincere apology. You're still your usual overbearing self!"

Nanchuan Shijue's cheeks tightened.

"You always say I'm the best at playing pitiful, but you're the one...Nanchuan Shijue is the best at acting." Ning Fengsheng felt a sharp pain in her heart when she saw him hurting herself like this...

Not only was she in pain, she was also afraid!

He is so crazy that he abuses himself when he is crazy. It is terrible.

"I am sincere..."

“Is this your sincerity?!”

After all these years, he still can't learn how to apologize properly, and can only hide his true feelings in self-abuse pain!

"What do I need to do to be forgiven? Teach me." Nanchuan Shijue suddenly became afraid. "Give me another chance, I won't make the same mistake again..."

"Master Nanchuan, what do you think you can get in return for your pain? Pity?"

"Pity is not bad. You are so kind, just pity me..." He pulled his red lips, smiling self-deprecatingly and humbly, "You pity those bad guys, can't you pity me for once?"

"How can I be kind? I even killed your child. A murderer like me is not kind."

"I will trust you from now on, only you!"

"Doesn't Master Nanchuan believe that seeing is believing?"

"I am blind, so I crush my eyes?"

Nanchuan Shijue's expression was not joking. His strange eyes looked as if he would really blind her eyes if she nodded.

Ning Fengsheng suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard in the face...

"Nanchuan Shijue, I really want to wake you up!"

“…”

"You belong to me from head to toe. You are not allowed to hurt yourself again. If I find out again, I will never forgive you..."

Before Nanchuan Shijue could react, Ning Fengsheng suddenly bit his shoulder hard.

Pain mixed with numbness shot up his spine, and he heard the most beautiful sentence in his life: "Your life is mine. You are not allowed to die without my consent... You owe me your whole life!"

She finally realized that his life belonged to her?!

Nanchuan Shijue's breath was burning hot, and his dark eyelashes seemed to be wet by rain: "Shengsheng hasn't said you forgive me yet..."

Ning Fengsheng just leaned on his shoulder and shed tears: "Didn't you understand what I just said?"

"Young Master, you have to listen to Miss Ning!" Moss waved his hand, signaling the whipper to step back.

"Nanchuan Shijue, go treat your injuries..."

Ning Fengsheng began to blame herself. She should have left quietly without letting him notice.

I wish I hadn't said those irritating words to him last night. I knew he was a lunatic...

However, she was holding too much grievance and couldn't help but express it.

Right now, she could only calm him down and find a chance to leave.

The plan will not change.

His crazy look made her even more certain that she shouldn't stay with him.

…

The doctor rushed to the living room on the second floor, checked the young master's wound, and repeatedly assured him that it was only a flesh wound and the injury was not serious.

Fortunately, they only hit my back three times before stopping...

My knees were covered in blood from the glass shards, and I had to use tweezers to pick out the broken pieces bit by bit.

Ning Fengsheng stood in front of the window with his back to the window, his hands and feet were cold, and he didn't even look at him.

She was afraid of seeing the bloodstains, as it would ache her heart and shed tears...

"Miss Ning, the young master has been used to being punished since he was a child. Every time he makes a mistake, he is punished like this...so the young master thinks that as long as he punishes himself, he will be forgiven." Moss softly defended the young master.

Ning Fengsheng pursed her pale lips. She also knew that Nanchuan Shijue had an unfortunate childhood, which led to his distorted personality.

But she couldn't save him...

"The young master cares about you too much, so he would use some extreme methods to keep you."