There was no other choice.

It describes his situation at the time.

It is also a reason for the weak to exonerate themselves.

This was also the first time Xiao Heye had ever felt disgusted with his own incompetence and weakness.

How could he be so bad?

How could he be so cruel to that kind and lovely little girl...?

During those dark and bleak years, the young Xiao Heye would often inexplicably recall that innocent little girl on a snowy night.

That face was clear and pure.

Those eyes were as bright as stars.

That soft, sweet voice lingered in his mind, refusing to leave.

...

Xiao Heye is a celestial calamity, a heretic and evil, and the nemesis of Beiliang.

The world forced him into a desperate situation, pushed him into the abyss, and put him to death.

Now he has come out of hell, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Returning to this land, my sole purpose is destruction.

He didn't want to be an enemy of royalty and nobility; he wanted to be an enemy of the entire world.

But……

If that day really comes, Xiao Heye will probably disappoint Su Tiyue once again, right?

Xiao Heye was very certain.

He could betray everyone in the world, but he would never betray her alone.

But life is unpredictable, and fate plays tricks on us; that's probably how it is.

Xiao Heye's life was full of hardships during his youth, and he relied on Han Zhou for survival, sharing life and death with him.

Xiao Heye was never treated kindly by this world again.

He walked barefoot, his clothes were tattered, and wherever he went, there was only ruin.

The boundless darkness and cold enveloped him, suffocating him several times, filling him with despair, and even making him think of death.

But Xiao Heye was unwilling to die like this.

He is a mountain, how could he be reduced to dust that can be trampled on at will?

He lives only for revenge and destruction.

If he dies... he will surely drag the whole world down with him.

Because they all deserve to die.

Transforming this utterly hypocritical human world into a cruel purgatory was Xiao Heye and Han Zhou's lifelong pursuit.

Xiao Heye also wanted the world to see, and for Master Salo to see for himself, what the real evil spirits and demons were.

People of the world.

Doesn't that include Su Tiyue too?

Xiao Heye's eyes dimmed slightly.

It will definitely scare her; she's so timid and delicate.

...

So many years have passed, and Su Tiyue remembers nothing.

Even if she still remembered, for a noble lady from a prestigious family, losing that bracelet was no big deal.

But someone will always remember, won't they?

Xiao Heye will always remember that he owes Su Tiyue a piece of candy, and...

I owe her a priceless bracelet.

Who could have imagined that?

Just now, Su Tiyue gave him a bracelet.

It was Xiao Heye who owed her, wasn't it?

That's why Xiao Heye felt surprised and guilty.

*

The oil lamp inside the tent flickered, and Xiao Heye came back to his senses, realizing that Su Tiyue was half-lying down next to him, her brows slightly furrowed, watching him without revealing her expression.

She noticed that Xiao Heye was lost in thought, but she didn't disturb him. She just stared at him silently, as if trying to discern some clue from his face.

There are many unknowns about Xiao Zhangyin, and Su Tiyue felt that he was mysterious and unfathomable.

"Your palm was just lost in thought... What were you thinking about?"

She rested her elbows on the plush blanket, her chin gently in her palms, and the brocade quilt slipped down a bit, revealing her smooth and delicate snow-white skin on her back.

Her skin was delicate. Although Xiao Heye didn't use much force, after their lovemaking, several red marks were faintly visible on her snow-white skin.

Xiao Heye turned to the side and carefully examined the person in front of him, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

He reached out and pulled the brocade quilt over her body up a little, covering her snow-white skin.

"I'm wondering why Yue'er was crying just now?"

His tone was roguish and he never acted seriously.

Su Tiyue frowned and protested, "I didn't cry. The palm print was clearly blindfolded just now, you couldn't see anything, you're talking nonsense..."

"Although I can't see it, I can hear it... The moon's crying is so beautiful."

Su Tiyue blushed deeply at his words, so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

"You! You are utterly shameless!"

Not only is he shameless, but Xiao Heye has even more shameless ideas.

"How about you plug my ears next time you do it? Also, it's no fun just tying my eyes up... Yue'er, remember to tie me up next time, so I won't make you cry."

Xiao Heye reached out and gently pulled her arm, drawing her into his embrace. He lowered his voice and asked her what she thought: "Is it okay?"

Su Tiyue reached out and pushed him, muttering softly, "Are you sick?"

At that time, neither of them was wearing any clothes on their upper bodies. Su Tiyue was warm, while Xiao Heye's body temperature was slightly lower and he felt chilly.

They shared intimate physical contact and slept in the same bed; their relationship was not that of husband and wife, yet it surpassed that of a married couple.

Her soft, snow-white breasts pressed tightly against Xiao Heye's chest. Xiao Heye looked down at "them," his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Some strange images suddenly popped into my mind...

What if one day, this gentle and delicate little thing in front of him actually lays a hand on him?

What would it feel like to have a soft, fluffy hand hitting him?

Su Tiyue has the strength of a kitten, so she probably can't hurt anyone when she hits someone, right?

Xiao Heye slowly closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her body.

I really want to meld her into my body.

I really want to make her cry again...

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!