Chapter 205 How much tenderness is needed to fill the void of despair?

Luo Huayi ignored Xin Que's questioning and pulled her close to him again, saying, "What do I have to run away from?"

Xin Que pressed the person down onto the floor, "Are you afraid you'll soften if you listen to what I have to say?"

Luo Huayi chuckled, "Don't you know all this perfectly well?"

"Since you know I'm so stupid..." Luo Huayi lay on her back beneath Xin Que, looking at the woman's features so close to hers, "then stop torturing me again and again, okay?"

“Even slaves have their day of reckoning,” the man said, pulling her hand to his belt buckle. His relaxed voice carried an undeniable undercurrent of suppressed urges. “Just have pity on me, stop targeting me all the time, okay?”

Xin Que grabbed Luo Huayi's hand as she reached under the hem of her t-shirt. "So depressed?"

Luo Huayi chuckled, broke free from Xin Que's wrist, pulled her back and pressed her against him, his tone as usual, "Weren't you going to leave here sooner or later?"

"I'm just a discarded pawn. I either have to go back to that desolate place and fend for myself... or I'll be dragged out and dealt with by the administrator, right?"

Xin Que fell silent.

This silence was seen by Luo Huayi as a tacit acquiescence.

These past few days, Luo Huayi has been clinging to Xin Que, deceiving himself time and time again, either risking everything to drag her into the void and entangle them forever, or dying together with her, even in death he would never let her go.

But Xin Que's ruthless withdrawal and her utter lack of lingering affection during their separation slapped Luo Huayi awake from her fantasy time and time again.

He couldn't keep her.

All the so-called tenderness is just wishful thinking and obsessive clinging.

In Xin Que's eyes, he, like the male protagonist, was a pawn controlled by her.

“Fine…” Luo Huayi chuckled self-deprecatingly again, slowly closing her eyes to hide the bitterness that was about to well up uncontrollably. “Looks like talking about this will spoil your fun.”

Xin Que finally moved.

She tore off a tissue and handed it to him. "Why are you crying? You're not treating me like a hospice, are you?"

"Shut up!" Luo Huayi swatted away the tissue, gritting her teeth. "Who wants this!"

Xin Que "..."

This time, the man's hot breath had an added layer of nasal tone that was hard to ignore.

Xin Que stopped abruptly and removed Luo Huayi's arm from her eyes. "What are you thinking?"

The man's eyelashes were already covered with a layer of fine tears. A sliver of sunlight filtering through the thorns shone on his face, making the broken tears sparkle like tiny diamonds.

For some reason, whenever Xin Que thought of the word "broken," she immediately thought of Ying Yun, who played a porcelain doll in the hospital, and a chill ran down her spine.

When Xin Que asked Luo Huayi such a direct question, it felt like a needle puncturing a balloon, causing his already precarious emotions to spiral out of control on the spot.

Xin Que is numb.

As she watched Luo Huayi's sobs gradually become uncontrollable, she immediately went to get a tissue.

But the scene between the two was still one of flirtatious ambiguity with their disheveled clothes, which contrasted sharply with Xin Que smearing tissues on his face, making it seem out of place.

The more Xin Que wiped his tears, the more intensely he cried. Frustrated, she slammed down the square tissue bag and pinched his face, physically forcing him to stop. "Didn't you come here on your own initiative...?"

"Are you in pain or...?"

Xin Que stopped talking.

Luo Huayi lay on her back on the floor, her exposed chest heaving more and more violently.

The sliver of sunlight filtering through the thorns overhead, blurred and distorted by his tears, cast a halo around his vision, blindingly bright.

He couldn't see what Xin Que's expression was.

Perhaps it was because he had just lost control of his emotions, or perhaps it was because he was unwilling to face reality...

Luo Huayi's already exhausted brain was shrouded in a strange feeling similar to oxygen deprivation, and her numb and stiff thinking became even more sluggish.

But even the slowest mind can deduce a fact he cannot escape—

Given Xin Que's style of doing things, she will soon close the net and leave.

The premonition was so strong that it was hard to ignore, which is why he blurted out that he had been abandoned in a deserted place once again.

Even if the answer to this question is despairing.

My brain was churning with a jumble of chaotic thoughts, feeling like it was about to explode. My temples were throbbing with dull pain, and my head was throbbing with pain.

Unable to bear it any longer, Luo Huayi simply raised her hand and hugged Xin Que's back, pressing down on her once again.

"Keep going..." Luo Huayi held the back of her head, making her press tightly against him, trying to soothe his uncontrollable panic and anxiety through their closely pressed heartbeats.

It seems that the more mentally exhausted and distressed one is, the more this simple, thoughtless, and instinctively driven intimate demand can serve as a temporary placebo.

Since we can't think about the future, let's fill the bottomless abyss of desire in the present.

At least for now, Xin Que still has the patience to indulge him.

As the setting sun cast a golden glow on the woman's hair, Luo Huayi began to tire of being awake.

As soon as it stops, as soon as her heartbeat fades away...

Annoying headaches and irritability will find their way in whenever they can.

The man, whose spirit had long since collapsed, reached the peak of his weariness with everything at this moment.

“Xin Que…” Luo Huayi’s voice was hoarse, each word tainted and soaked with unfathomable lust, “It seems like it wouldn’t be so bad if things just continued like this.”

Xin Que looked down at the man's unfocused pupils beneath his eyelashes, and raised her hand to stroke his burning cheek. "Wake up."

Luo Huayi rubbed her palm against hers. "No... being awake is too painful."

Xin Que held down Luo Huayi's leg, which was about to wrap around her again.

Through the gaps in the thorns, one could vaguely glimpse one pant leg casually dangling on the floor, while the other pant leg, adorned with a heavy leather belt, hung halfway down on the man's muscular right leg—a truly absurd scene.

"Don't stop..." Luo Hua's voice, tinged with barely concealed lust, betrayed a hint of dissatisfaction. He then groped the woman's back haphazardly, trying to redirect her desire back to him. "No one's going to bother us now..."

Life is short, so seize the day.

Xin Que pulled away his trembling arm and pressed his wrist to the floor. "Don't be willful. If you keep acting up, how are you going to go home today?"

Night had unknowingly swept away the sunset and evening glow, quietly spreading over the entire city.

Luo Huayi fell silent.

"Thump!"

He tightly hugged Xin Que's back and switched positions with her, falling onto the floor and trapping her in his arms.

"Xin Que," Luo Huayi called her in a hoarse voice, "can you lie to me one more time?"

Xin Que raised her hand and gently patted his back. "Luo Huayi, what you need right now is medication to calm your emotions."

Luo Huayi acted as if she hadn't heard.

He tilted his head and gently kissed the woman's earlobe in his arms. His pupils remained dull and empty, but the sound that escaped his throat carried a hint of longing.

"Just say that those who hurt us were forced to do so..."

"I'm so easy to fool..." Luo Huayi's voice grew softer and softer, "Just coax me, and I'll keep fighting for you as long as I survive..."

Please.