Chapter 96 Passionate Tide in the Red Tent: You Will Always Possess My Wholeness...
With her hands gripping his slender neck, Le Jin could feel the fragile, slightly elastic veins sliding weakly beneath her palms.
He has had a hard time these past few years. His once beautiful, jade-like neck is now just a layer of skin and flesh. Even though he has been trying to cover it up with fancy clothes, he still can't escape the obvious discovery when Le Jin pinches him.
Those eyes stared at her, tears streaming down their faces, as if her cold-heartedness had shattered those glass eyes, shards embedded in them, blood mingling with tears.
His gaze was so pitiful. Le Jin herself was clearly crying, but looking at him, it seemed as if she was the one who was guilty.
This is outrageous!
Le Jin cursed inwardly, and her grip loosened.
"You want to know?"
She had been kneeling upright beside Meng Shutai, but now she slumped down, as if all her strength had been drained away.
Meng Shutai did not let go of Le Jin's hands, knowing that she had no strength left, but still kept her hands clasped around her neck.
In his mind, there was no difference between Le Jin strangling him and embracing him.
Meng Shutai's phoenix eyes fell on Le Jin, awaiting her answer with fervor. Whether her small mouth answered with grace or punishment, he didn't care. If there was no love, then hate; hate her for a lifetime, for eternity, that wouldn't be bad either. Even the flames of hell would be their song of joy.
The hem of her wedding dress undulated like flower petals, and Le Jin stared intently at the bright red hem.
"From the very beginning, you were my favorite person..."
A round tear slid down Meng Shutai's cheek. The mist in his eyes dissipated, leaving only brightness. He suddenly sat up, knelt in front of Le Jin, and held her arm with trembling hands.
“Ah Jin…”
She likes him!
Meng Shutai smiled, a smile that was both joyful and cautious.
However, Le Jin swayed slightly, her arm moving away from his touch.
"I love your gentleness, your kindness, your noble birth yet your compassion for the poor, your beauty, your graceful figure, how could you not be good?"
Le Jin was trembling all over, tears wet her cheeks, glistening in the candlelight. Her rouge was smudged, and red teardrops gathered on her chin, making her look both comical and aggrieved.
She cried through gritted teeth, straining to look up at Meng Shutai.
"But it's all fake! You're lying to me!"
Le Jin clenched her fists and punched him, putting all her strength into each blow, pounding his chest and shoulders. Finally, still not satisfied, she grabbed his shoulders with both hands and bit his neck.
"ah……"
Meng Shutai tilted his head back, frowned, and stared unsteadily at the top of the bright red tent. The tent swayed constantly because of Le Jin's biting, and petals scattered on it drifted down in twos and threes.
This is what a wedding night should be like; their previous one was just awful... But in Meng Shutai's mind, he pictured Le Jin leaning on the edge of the bed, whispering to him if he could go see the congratulatory gifts—so cute and innocent.
That wedding night was unforgettable.
Meng Shutai smiled slightly, tilting his head towards Le Jin, pressing his ear against her temple, enjoying their bloodied intimacy.
Her teeth were sharp, and biting her neck caused intense pain. Meng Shutai opened his mouth and gasped softly, but his hand gently touched the back of Le Jin's head, soothingly allowing her to continue biting.
"I...I'm about to...get married, why are you still bullying me..."
Le Jin wept uncontrollably, the images of death replaying in her mind, those heavy and desperate moments condensing into a black mist that enveloped her. She was afraid of death, and each time she rushed towards life with all her might, her feet were cut and bleeding from the pebbles in the black mist.
She has found someone to spend her life with. In spring, they plant flowers together; in summer, they enjoy the cool air and eat watermelon together; when the weather turns cool, they bring out their thick quilts, hang them in the sun to air and pat them down; and they aren't afraid of the cold wind at night...
Le Jin had never seen much of the world and had no grand ambitions. Her only wish in life was to live a good life, to be comfortable every day. She didn't mind having work to do; she wasn't lazy, but she preferred to be idle.
But……
"Meng Shutai, how could you be so mean!" Le Jin burst into tears, clinging to his shoulder like a child, her whole body trembling with sobs, her delicate frame filled with grievance.
"Why did I have to get involved in those people's lives? Why do I have to bear all those emotions? I'm just an ordinary person, why...?"
Meng Shutai held her tightly with both arms, gently stroking Le Jin's back to soothe her.
"sorry."
He whispered his apology in her ear.
To this day, Meng Shutai only regrets the knife he stabbed at Tiger Head Mountain. He has no awareness of anyone else or anything else. Why should he cry for them? Don't they all deserve to die?
But Le Jin cried sadly in his arms, and Meng Shutai didn't want to make her sad anymore, so he had to say something that he himself didn't understand.
Like a mountain spirit or a wandering ghost, he was learning to be human for the first time, speaking human language to coax his innocent wife to stop her from crying.
He kissed Le Jin's temple with his cheek, once or twice, then moved to her ear, cheekbone, and soft cheek.
Le Jin felt a chill run down her spine from the kiss.
His warm tongue licked away her cold tears, swallowing them along with her new bride's rouge. The tears fell into her stomach, where they bloomed into poppies in the deepest part of her body.
The snake finally stopped drooling. Meng Shutai opened his mouth, pressed his lips and teeth against Le Jin, silencing her sobs, and with his severed right finger supporting the back of her neck, he sucked her sweetness in large gulps.
He disregarded all decorum. On her wedding bed with another man, he kissed her until saliva spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his lips, teeth, and tongue made smacking sounds.
The burning redness in her voice left Le Jin's mind in a daze, her heart swelled infinitely, and she felt as if she were about to fly away.
Out-of-control panic shot at her like arrows.
What is she doing!
Tonight, she and Yuanfang were the ones who went out! How could she fall in love with Meng Shutai?!
Shame and humiliation surged within Le Jin, making her feel as if her internal organs were being scalded, while Meng Shutai remained intoxicated by it.
"...Go away, don't kiss me..."
Le Jin pushed against Meng Shutai's chest with both hands. Her throat was hoarse from crying and being kissed so fiercely, but in the atmosphere at this moment, it had a kind of tenderness that was not yet revealed.
Meng Shutai chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling, and kissed Le Jin again while she was speaking.
Her soft, wet lips pouted immediately after being unexpectedly kissed.
You bastard!
Meng Shutai held Le Jin by the back of her neck and pressed her against him, his brows touching Le Jin's forehead, his palms cupping Le Jin's face, his thumbs kneading it.
"Tell me, when you're so ashamed, are you thinking of me or Yuanfang Sui?"
"Is your heart pounding because I kissed you, or are you worried that Yuanfang will come back and see?"
The damp lust was all conveyed in Meng Shutai's voice, tinged with a hint of malicious laughter. Le Jin could hardly breathe and fainted after closing her eyes.
"Pah! Vulgar!"
Le Jin felt like crying again. She wanted Yuan Fang to come back and drive Meng Shutai away, but she was also afraid that he would come back and see her kissing Meng Shutai.
A thousand thoughts rushed to her mind, and Le Jin froze, unable to move.
Meng Shutai saw through her guilt and panic, but he felt no shame at all. He teasingly tapped Le Jin's eyebrows with his fingertips, put his arm around her waist, and slowly led her to lie down.
"So what if he's back? I, the first one, willingly became the concubine, so how can he expect to become the first wife so easily..."
He reached his bandaged hand inside Yue Jin's skirt and said, "Although a finger is missing, since it has been given to A Jin, Shu Tai is still whole with you."
He leaned down and kissed Le Jin again, whispering on her lips, "You will always belong to me completely."
A tingling sensation swept from her lips throughout her body, making Le Jin's heart tremble. Through her hazy eyes, she suddenly recalled Meng Shutai's serene and abstinent bodhisattva-like demeanor at the Jade Yang Nunnery, and his now provocative and seductive posture on her body…
"Meng Shutai, you love me, don't you?"
Her fingertips slipped off the tight red dress, and Meng Shutai lowered his head to bite the auspicious cloud button on her chest. Hearing the question, he stopped for a moment.
like……
Meng Shutai wanted to answer yes, of course he loved her.
Yet he was also acutely aware that his love was about possession, destruction, torment, abuse, and the bloody shattering of two hearts.
This is not what his Ah Jin wanted. She would feel pain, be afraid, and run away. But what good would that do?
Meng Shutai had long since lost his mind in this love. Even if the twisted love in his arms would burn Le Jin, he would watch her pain through the white smoke from the burning flesh, burning himself beyond recognition, and clinging to her wounds like a ghost.
With a sweet smile in her eyes, Meng Shutai pushed open the button she was holding with her tongue and laughed, "You just realized that? Silly Ajin."
The soft red pearl inside the clam was gently touched by fingertips, and a familiar, ticklish sensation swam like a fish across Le Jin's legs, back and forth, wave after wave.
Her breathing quickened, her exposed collarbone rising and falling repeatedly, rising and falling again...
Meng Shutai propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her reaction, a tender smile curving his lips. When his fingertips were sucked and clenched, his Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he lowered his head to place one kiss after another on Le Jin's collarbone.
"Meng Shutai, I don't want your love."
His hot breath brushed against her fair chest. Meng Shutai was in the throes of passion, and the grip on his fingers was still tight. At this moment of shared desire, Le Jin uttered the last thing he wanted to hear.
However, Meng Shutai subconsciously chuckled, his shoulders trembling slightly. The small mouth below was still clinging to him, refusing to let go, so why was the small mouth above turning its back on him?
"Nonsense, you clearly like it..."
He nuzzled his head against Le Jin's neck, his cool, smooth hair brushing against her skin, sending a chill through her.
After catching her breath, Le Jin brushed his hair away without any hesitation.
"Meng Shutai, you are not worthy of talking about love."
She cupped Meng Shutai's face in her hands. He was caught off guard and, fearing that Le Jin would become even more heartless, dared not look directly at her and tried to turn his head away, but Le Jin turned him back. She rarely showed such force, yet she used it all on Meng Shutai.
The girl's eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, as clear as a pool of water, resolute and fearless.
"Meeting you was the most painful thing for me. Your cruelty and viciousness have nothing to do with love. What right do you have to disguise your own flaws as love?"
Meng Shutai looked at her with his eyes wide open, unable to stop himself from trembling.
The excruciating fear he had felt for the past seven years returned, and he frantically covered Le Jin's mouth, "Okay, okay, Jin, stop talking, stop talking..."
He clumsily donned a human skin for her, but she was determined to tear it all apart, revealing his corrupt and wicked core.
Even at this moment when emotions are surging.
As if he had been slapped hard across the face, Meng Shutai felt that everything was collapsing.
"I will change! I really will change! I won't..."
"What will you change?" Le Jin's eyes flashed with disdain. "Meng Shutai, stop deceiving yourself."
"Unless you're dead, why should I pretend nothing happened?"
The two gazed at each other from inside the red tent. The tumultuous red before their eyes was like a surging ocean, swallowing them up and dragging them into the dark depths of the sea, leaving them nowhere to be buried.
The candlelight shone like a sea of stars in the room, but it brought no warmth whatsoever. Only when the crackling of the fire became clearly audible did the temperature in the room rise instantly.
"Fire!"
Le Jin sat up abruptly, her eyes wide as she stared at the flames by the window. "Fire! A fire has broken out outside!"
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Author's Note: Meng Shutai: What's wrong with disowning someone after you've pulled up your pants? My wife doesn't even have her pants up yet and she's already disowning me! [crying][crying][crying]
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