Song Ting lowered her arm and quietly gathered a few stray hairs between her fingers into her palm.
His brocade pouch was gone, and he wanted to secretly hide a new one.
"Do you hate me for pushing you out today?" Chu Huaixu suddenly asked.
Song Ting's heart was still pounding. When she suddenly heard Huai Xu's gentle voice, she was momentarily stunned, then shook her head and said, "I don't hate him."
He thought to himself, "I will never hate you."
"It was my lack of foresight that caused you to suffer."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Chu Huaixu's face once again. No matter how many times, as long as Song Ting saw the red marks on his face, he would think of that slap.
You'll hate yourself a little.
Chu Huaixu clearly noticed his gaze and habitually kicked him: "Good to know, you served well, Lord Song can get lost now."
"..." This mouth of hers is always so sharp, Song Ting loves it to death.
Huai Xu has always been such a proud person; time and suffering cannot diminish the pride in his bones.
Song Ting felt both tender and aching. She grabbed his ankle and lightly rubbed it with her fingertips: "I brought some medicine. Let me rub it on first."
"No need, just let it swell up," Chu Huaixu said casually, glancing at him.
Song Ting reached out and touched his face with very light force. It was more of a light touch than a gentle touch, as if she was afraid of hurting him. Even her fingertips trembled violently.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have used so much force."
Chu Huaixu's brow twitched slightly, and he chuckled softly, a hint of teasing and mischief in his voice:
"What are you saying, sir? If it weren't for this slap, I might not even be alive to be here with you and talk about love."
Talking about love.
Because there were ears on the other side, Chu Huaixu spoke very softly, almost whispering into Song Ting's ear, and deliberately emphasized and slowed down the four words, drawing out long trailing sounds.
For a moment, Song Ting seemed unable to hear anything; all she could hear was Chu Huaixu's breathing.
He couldn't help himself and pressed his hand against the back of the man's head. Under Chu Huaixu's smiling gaze, he bit his chin, making Chu Huaixu's jawline tense and revealing its cold, hard lines.
"If I call you a dog, you'll actually become a dog?"
This action was unexpected by Chu Huaixu. He was enraged by the bite and fiercely grabbed Song Ting's neck, choking her until she almost suffocated and her face turned pale as she coughed.
But it still didn't let go, only changing its bite to a tian, making Chu Huaixu feel as if he had turned into a piece of flesh and bone, which made him laugh in anger.
The force under Chu Huaixu's palm increased, and Song Ting couldn't help but cough. As a result, her Adam's apple vibrated slightly in Chu Huaixu's hand, causing a subtle tremor.
The feeling was like a subtle warm current flowing through his damaged meridians, a strange sensation that was hard to describe.
Chu Huaixu was startled and moved his hand down a few inches, pressing his thumb against the protruding Adam's apple.
Song Ting was forced to tilt his head back. The finger pressed on him uncomfortably, but he was used to obeying this person's every whim, so he did not resist at all. He simply stared intently at the person in front of him with his dark eyes.
Chu Huaixu disliked this gaze and increased the pressure on the man's Adam's apple, rubbing the skin until it turned red.
Then he suddenly released his hand, grabbed Song Ting's palm and trapped him under his body, biting down on the skin that he had already played with so much.
She cupped the man's hand in her other hand and placed it on her face: "It really hurts, doesn't it? Does it hurt you, Commander Song?"
Of course it hurts, it hurts so much I wish I could take their place and repay them a hundredfold or a thousandfold.
Thinking this, Song Ting's Adam's apple bobbed more and more violently, her eyes became redder and redder, and a muffled apology escaped her lips.
“I don’t want your apology,” Chu Huaixu scoffed. “You owe me this, so avenge me, Song Ting. I will personally tear Zhang Bingzhi to pieces. You owe me, so help me…”
Song knew he was doing it on purpose, deliberately trying to seduce him, but he still willingly fell into this clumsy trap.
As he kissed Chu Huaixu's smiling eyes, he solemnly promised, "Okay, I promise you, I will help you."
Chu Huaixu seemed satisfied then, smiling as he released Song Ting's hand and rewarding her with a kiss on the cheek:
"Alright, I was just kidding. Stop looking like that. Don't you even know how much force you used?"
Song Ting's eyes dimmed, her face full of guilt: "But you vomited blood."
"That's because the inside of my body is already completely rotten. Even if you just touch one of my fingers, I can immediately vomit blood for you to see," Chu Huaixu said casually.
It was clearly his own body, yet he seemed completely indifferent.
Song Ting felt even more distressed: "But..."
Chu Huaixu, however, had no patience for his pretentious act and interrupted him before he could finish speaking:
"That's enough, is this ever going to end? I just coaxed you a little and you backed down, that was it. I asked you to hit me, how could I blame you for that?"
"Besides, sir, don't forget what you did to me. Every single one of those things was much harsher than this slap."
"When you crippled my skills and severed my tendons, why didn't the adults show any mercy or feel any pain for me?"
Song Ting remained silent. These were the things he had done, and he had no way to defend himself.
Whether it was out of necessity or due to unavoidable circumstances, what's done is done. If anyone is to blame, it's that he was too weak and vulnerable at the time, and had no better way to protect this person.
So in the end, it's his own fault.
"Won't the adults ask me if I made those little paper figures?"
"It wasn't you." Seeing that he changed the subject, Song Ting suppressed her emotions and stopped trying to make him angry for no reason.
Huai Xu had just kissed him, so he kissed Huai Xu back, first kissing his left eye, then his right eye.
After dodging back slightly, Chu Huaixu reached out and hooked his neck, then kissed his lips, caressing them very gently. "Does my lord trust me that much?"
“I believe whatever you say,” Song said.
"Is that so?" Chu Huaixu pronounced the two words very softly, but the smile in his tone was obvious.
He seemed quite satisfied with Song Ting's answer, and gently kissed her, "Then, sir, who do you think was behind this play?"
“Zhang Bingzhi,” Song Ting said in a hoarse voice.
Chu Huaixu nodded slightly: "It seems I have some understanding with you, sir." He then asked, "So, do you think this matter is directed at you or me?"
“Attack me,” Song Tingdao said. It was precisely because he knew this that he felt even more guilty.
If it weren't for him, Huaixu wouldn't have suffered this undeserved disaster.
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