He grabbed Chu Huaixu's finger, which was arbitrarily setting fires on him, and could no longer suppress his desire for this person:
“It’s not nervousness,” he kissed Chu Huaixu’s lips, which were already red from the kiss, his voice hoarse, “it’s excitement.”
"Chu Huaixu," he called the name of the person in front of him, "I want to sleep with you..."
Chu Huaixu's eyes crinkled into a smile. He braced his hand against Song Ting's leg, using the leverage to step back, and said:
"Then let this servant... serve you this once..."
The scent of love and passion, a mixture of fragrance and ambiguity, slowly unfolded in the brightly lit Buddhist temple.
A gust of wind blew in from somewhere, and the bright yellow candlelight flickered, illuminating the Buddha's image. It made the kind-faced Buddha look like a demon from hell, sinister and ghostly.
Two shadowy figures loomed on the wall. Chu Huaixu trembled and instinctively tried to dodge, but Song Ting grabbed his ankle and pulled him in front of her.
"Why are you avoiding me again, young master?"
"Weren't you going to give it to me? Why are you hiding?"
His pupils were so dark and deep, and he looked at Chu Huaixu as if he wanted to devour him whole.
Chu Huaixu was stung by that gaze. He had initially felt a strange fear, but at this moment, meeting that look, he suddenly laughed.
His smile was extremely ambiguous, and the red glint at the corner of his eye was like a soul-stealing weapon; with just a light sweep, it took half of Song Ting's life.
“I didn’t hide,” he said. “I just felt nauseous.”
Song Ting did not refute this statement, but only smiled, unsure whether he believed it or not.
The next instant, he turned Chu Huaixu over, burying him face down in the futon, and then approached him from behind...
The person in front of him trembled even more violently than before, but showed no intention of trying to escape. He gripped the prayer mat tightly with both hands, and the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.
Song Ting gently held the back of his neck with one hand, and pinched his waist with the other...
"Ugh!" Chu Huaixu cried out in pain, gripping the futon tightly.
"Young master, I want to look at you." Song Ting stroked the skin beneath his hand.
Chu Huaixu laughed as if he were very happy, but what he said made Song Ting feel as if she had been slapped on the head:
"But I don't want to."
He released one hand from the futon and instead grabbed Song Ting's hand, using such force that his fingernails almost dug into her flesh.
The two were clearly doing the most intimate thing in the world, yet his tone was utterly cold:
"I do not wish to see your face, sir."
"I feel disgusted."
Song Ting's heart suddenly clenched, and for a moment he suddenly had the urge to back out.
It wasn't because of the physical pain; he had suffered torment a hundred times worse than this, so this little injury was nothing to him.
But Chu Huaixu's words were more painful and despairing than the torture of being burned alive.
"I want to look at you... Let me, let me look at you... Please..."
The ruthless and cold-blooded commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard shed tears helplessly.
The tears streamed down the corners of his cheeks and down his neck, where the veins stood out.
His hand unconsciously left deep marks on Chu Huaixu's waist...
The atmosphere grew increasingly enchanting; the solemn and majestic Buddhist temple seemed to have descended into the mortal world, becoming a playground for unrestrained pleasure.
"Who would have thought that the high and mighty Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard would look like this..."
Chu Huaixu finally raised his head, his lips bleeding from where he had bitten them.
And with those blood-stained lips, he placed a kiss on the man's trembling shoulder.
The slightest touch... was like a wildfire, scorching Song Ting's already dwindling rationality.
He got to see the man's beautiful and amorous face as he had wished.
He was smiling, but his eyes and brows seemed to be covered in frost, as if Song Ting was not someone he was physically close to, but his mortal enemy.
In reality... in reality, there was indeed a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood between them, a deep-seated hatred stemming from the murder of their father and brother.
Song Ting raised his hand and gently stroked the man's delicate eyebrows and eyes. In a daze, he recalled that blood-soaked night when he and Chu Huaixu were about to break up.
At that moment, Chu Huaixu looked at him with the same eyes, which made Song Ting feel as if he had been pierced by a thousand arrows.
"Young Master... Huai Xu... please be gentle with me..." Their hair was intertwined, and Song Ting wanted to kiss the man's lips.
The latter frowned and turned his face away, and Song Ting's lips only had time to lightly brush against his cheek.
However, it also left a trace of bright red blood on Huaiyue's face.
"Tsk." Chu Huaixu wiped his face with his fingertips, his gaze falling on his fingertips with disgust, his eyes growing even colder.
"Commander, you really disgust me. Then let's not do it."
"No..." Song Ting's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she frantically grabbed Huaiyue's hand. "I won't say anything more, please don't go..."
A soft chuckle escaped Chu Huaixu's throat as he moved closer to the Commander.
Warm breath mixed with strong sandalwood scent wafted into Song Ting's nose, along with a faint, almost imperceptible, bitter fragrance.
This flavor is unique in the world; it can only be found on Chu Huaixu.
"My lord is truly difficult to please." His hair fell beside Song Ting's neck, close to Song Ting's ear. "This servant really... doesn't know what to do with my lord..."
"Those who are too greedy will not have a good end, sir. You cannot ask for too much."
Chu Huaixu was still wearing that bright red brocade robe embroidered with gold thread. His snow-white skin was faintly visible in the bright red, making him breathtakingly beautiful.
How could he not be greedy? Song Ting thought to himself. He would always be attracted to this person and would always be full of desire for him.
He wanted all of it.
Love or hate, tenderness or pain, Song Ting wants and possesses everything that belongs to Chu Huaixu.
He reverently placed a kiss on the man's heart.
"You look quite disheveled, sir." Chu Huaixu stroked his right cheek with his hand, a hint of pity in his expression.
"The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, feared by everyone and the Empress Dowager's lackey, actually knelt before me like a dog."
“Sir, look up at the Buddha in front of you. Is His Majesty about to weep? Since you kneel before Him, aren’t you afraid He will blame you for defiling His place?”
“I’m not kneeling before Him.” Song Ting grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into her arms.
A light yet precious kiss landed on Chu Huaixu's lips, and Song Ting held those two lips he had longed for day and night with an undeniable force…
"I'm kneeling before you, I'm begging you."
"Chu Huaixu, I don't believe in gods or Buddhas."
"I only trust you."
"I only care about you. Nothing else matters."
Chu Huaixu's eyes suddenly darkened, half of his body hidden in the shadow of the Buddha statue, his eyes seemingly churning with countless emotions about to overflow.
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