A gleaming horse from the Western Regions galloped down Zhuque Street, the wind whistling past the little beggar's ears, while behind him rode a spirited young prince.
Dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, they were unrestrained and flamboyant.
That was their first meeting.
It wasn't exactly wonderful, but it wasn't terrible either. On the contrary, after they became acquainted and even confided in each other, Chu Huaixu used this to make fun of Song Tingting on many occasions.
Every time that happened, Song Ting would blush and lower her head, refusing to look at him.
These memories are good. But Chu Huaixu only feels regret at this moment. The little beggar he picked up back then was not a pitiful little beggar, but a cold-blooded venomous snake.
The blood of all 65 members of the family could not warm that cold heart.
...
These days, Chu Huaixu is frequently reminded of the past, and he is so upset that he can't fall asleep no matter what he does in bed.
After some time, the familiar sound came from the window again.
A short while later, the window was gently pushed open, and a dark figure followed and climbed in.
As always, the person walked quietly to his bedside, sat down, and stared at him without moving.
Chu Huaixu lay motionless on his back as well.
But this feeling was really unpleasant; the emotions conveyed in the other person's eyes were so intense, it was as if they wanted to devour him.
After a while, Chu Huaixu vaguely felt the dark shadow suddenly loom over him.
He became inexplicably nervous, clenching his fists tightly under the covers.
But the figure stopped very close to him, breathing so heavily that one could immediately tell how nervous the person was.
It was as if he was trying his best to suppress something.
In a daze, I couldn't even tell who was more nervous.
A faint, almost imperceptible touch fell, brushing against Chu Huaixu's eyebrows and eyes, then across his nose, finally settling on his lips.
This time, not a single breath could be heard, as if breathing had stopped.
Chu Huaixu found it laughable. Suddenly, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, pulling him toward him amidst the man's astonished gaze.
His breathing became rapid again, even heavier than before.
The sound of another person's heartbeat struck Chu Huaixu's chest, causing his own heart to pound violently as well.
"Ever since I moved into your mansion, I have felt that it is eerie, quiet and terrifying."
“Every night, little devils sit by my bedside, staring at me so intently that my scalp tingles.”
"I thought it was bad luck because someone had died in this place, and I was being haunted by a ghost. Who knew it was you, sir, that evil ghost?"
He slowly raised his eyes, meeting Song Ting's slightly flustered gaze, his tone full of sarcasm:
"What do you want to do, sir, sneak into my room in the middle of the night?"
As he spoke, he moved closer, whispering in the man's ear, and laughed wantonly, "Does Your Excellency want... me?"
He deliberately emphasized the word, his tone dismissive and nonchalant.
The way he uttered those words so lightly and subtly carried an indescribable ambiguity.
The person caught in the trap felt their heart race, while the other man stepped back, calmly watching his prey, waiting for it to fall into his net.
Song knew perfectly well that this person was doing it on purpose, but even if she knew it perfectly well, she couldn't resist this person's charm.
A smile that hides a knife, a cotton ball that conceals a needle—it is deadly, yet he finds it sweet.
"I want it." He could no longer restrain himself and cupped Chu Huaixu's face in his hands, his eyes like those of a wolf. "I want it..."
Chu Huaixu chuckled, placed his palm against Song Ting's chest, and casually pushed her back:
"Unfortunately, I am tired and probably cannot satisfy you, sir. If you really cannot bear it, you may go find someone else..."
These words were practically an insult directed at Song Ting, and the latter's expression indeed turned sour.
But soon he stared intently into Chu Huaixu's eyes and leaned down to kiss his heart.
It was just a very light and quick touch, yet it left Chu Huaixu speechless for a moment.
He clenched his fists, lifted his eyelids, and looked at Song Ting with a half-smile.
The darkness could not block the light emanating from those eyes, which shone brighter than the most brilliant luminous pearl.
Being gazed at so affectionately by those eyes, one would gladly give one's life.
Song Ting closed her eyes briefly, then rolled over and got out of bed.
Chu Huaixu clenched his fist and tilted his head to look at his profile: "Is my lord angry? Or—" He narrowed his eyes, "is my lord really going to go find someone?"
"I will never be angry with you."
Song Ting turned around, knelt down beside his bed, and under Chu Huaixu's slightly puzzled gaze, bent down and lifted his clothes—
"..." The sudden action stunned Chu Huaixu, and it took him a long time to utter a word, "You!"
"Master, please be quiet at this time..."
Chu Huaixu's eyes widened, his face flushed crimson. Yet he couldn't utter a single word.
After half an incense stick had burned, Song Ting stopped, his bright eyes fixed on Chu Huaixu's face, and said meaningfully:
"Young master, it's been a long time since you've had any outstanding achievements."
Chu Huaixu was leaning against the headboard at this moment, his hair disheveled and his eyes red.
His mouth, which always seemed to be deliberately trying to annoy people, opened and closed rapidly, and his breathing was very quick.
He opened his watery eyes and stared intently at Song Ting.
It was a fierce look in his eyes, but the rainbow at the corner of his eyes softened inexplicably.
Like the soft sword that Song Ting always carried at his waist, it was enough to take a person's life.
"Yes, sir, you rescued me from the Drunken Spring Pavilion but then refused to let me serve you."
"These past few days have been truly lonely and unbearable for me. I miss those patrons of the Drunken Spring Pavilion so much."
Song Ting stood up; his legs were stiff and numb from kneeling for so long.
He almost knelt down again as he stood up, but he held on and didn't even change his expression.
"Did those people really touch you?"
He leaned over and the hand that had been holding Chu Huaixu's was now gripping his chin.
For the first time, she showed a nasty expression towards the man in front of her:
"But I heard that little brat next to the young master say that the young master only performs, he doesn't sell himself..."
He was genuinely angry, which is why he blurted out those words to provoke Chu Huaixu, but he couldn't bring himself to say the last two words.
That was Chu Huaixu's pain, and also his pain. How despicable must he be to use such a thing to anger the other party?
Song Ting's Adam's apple bobbed, and at that moment she wished she could bite off the tip of her tongue.
He didn't even dare to look into Chu Huaixu's eyes, afraid of seeing even a trace of sorrow in those captivating eyes.
He himself turned this person into this, how could he possibly, how dare he, say such things again?
“I…” His eyes flickered, and he knelt down again at Chu Huaixu’s feet.
Chu Huaixu's phoenix eyes darted around, and he said sarcastically, "What are you doing, sir?"
Song Ting took out the cloud-patterned dagger that had recently stabbed herself in the heart from her bosom and handed it over with both hands:
"Go ahead and stab me, stab me all you want, as long as it lets you vent your anger."
This apology was so simple and direct that Chu Huaixu almost laughed in anger.
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