A monk rang the evening bell, and Song Ting's consciousness gradually returned to her senses with the sound of the bell.
He released his hand, their foreheads touching. After several years, staring at the man's lips, red and swollen from the kiss, he uttered the words that had been buried deep in his heart for so long:
"It's sweet."
Chu Huaixu blushed and gave Song Ting a light push on the chest. The latter didn't argue and stood up at the right moment: "It's getting windy, let's go back."
Chu Huaixu didn't move, but raised his eyes to stare at him: "The wound is in your heart?"
Song Ting kept her eyes down and didn't speak. Chu Huaixu found it boring, clicked his tongue, and stood up.
He thought they should go back to their own rooms and not disturb each other, but as soon as he stepped into the room, Song Ting followed him in.
Chu Huaixu had no intention of entertaining him. He stood in the doorway, glaring at him and said, "It's late. Commander, you must be tired after a long day. You should go back and rest early."
If Song Ting were sensible, he should have turned and left at this point. However, he unusually went against Chu Huaixu's wishes, not only not leaving but taking a few more steps closer and casually closing the door behind him.
Chu Huaixu: "..."
Chu Huaixu chuckled, ignored him, and went straight to the bedside, slowly taking off the bright red robe embroidered with gold thread.
During the prayer ceremony, even the Empress Dowager dressed very plainly. Among the entire entourage, only Chu Huaixu was dressed in a flamboyant red robe, which made her stand out with her striking beauty.
"Say what you have to say quickly, then get out. I've spent half the day playing chess with the little emperor; I'm not in the mood to entertain you, sir," Chu Huaixu said impatiently.
Song Ting didn't move, pursed her lips, and hesitated to speak.
Chu Huaixu noticed his unusual behavior and asked with interest, "Does Your Excellency really have nothing to ask me?"
He was leaning against the headboard, his undergarments wide open, revealing most of his chest and the red marks that hadn't yet faded. Song Ting's eyes burned with desire, and she instinctively took two steps forward, only to be blocked by a foot.
Huai Xu touched his chest with her toes and smiled affectionately: "I have limited patience to know what you want to do, my lord. I advise you to cherish what you have."
Song Ting grabbed his ankle in that position, gently walked to the bedside and sat down, then lowered her head and took off both of Huai Xu's boots.
Chu Huaixu looked at him with his eyes half-lowered, his eyes always holding a hint of inquiry.
Not only was he handsome, but his feet were also more beautiful than others. Song Ting ran her fingertips over the perfectly shaped arch of his foot and noticed that the man's toes trembled slightly.
This small gesture pleased Song Ting, who picked up Huai Xu's foot and kissed the instep. Because of this action, Chu Huai Xu's toes curled up again.
"Young Master." Amidst the other's astonished gaze, Song Ting kissed him, her lips soft and tender, and whispered, "I met someone today."
Logically, Chu Huaixu should have been on guard by now, but Song Ting's kiss made him completely forget everything else; only one angry thought popped into his mind:
"Song Ting, you just kissed my feet!"
She just kissed his feet and then kissed him again. What a jerk!
His face was flushed with embarrassment and anger, and his peach-blossom eyes shimmered like spring water, making Song Ting's heart flutter uncontrollably.
Their breaths mingled more and more intensely. Song Ting tucked a strand of hair from beside his cheek and wrapped the cool strand around her fingertips.
He stared at the person in front of him, panting and laughing: "Mingyu still despises herself?"
What nonsense are you spouting!
Those are feet, who wouldn't mind them!
Song Ting knows him well enough. She can guess what he's thinking just by looking at his expression.
“But I like it very much,” he said. “Whether it’s your feet or your hands, young master, I like every part of your body very, very much.”
rhetoric.
It's not a good thing.
Chu Huaixu seized the opportunity to bite his lower lip hard, and did not let go until he tasted the strong blood. Song Ting did not dodge either, but instead held Chu Huaixu's face even more tightly and exchanged a kiss with him that was full of blood.
The smell of blood fueled even stronger emotions between them. They were like two wild beasts tearing at each other until they were both wounded and gradually stopped.
As the night patrol guards passed by the door, Chu Huaixu lay on Song Ting's chest, his fingertips twirling a strand of his long hair, deliberately teasing her.
"Sir, you just said you saw someone?"
As the evil [ignoring] fire subsided, Chu Huaixu finally remembered the sentence he had just ignored, and his clever mind began to churn again.
Song Ting naturally noticed this as well, and turned her head to meet his gaze.
He had promised not to hide anything from this person again, so he told him everything that had happened that day: "I saw Zhou Tong, and he is not dead."
Chu Huaixu's hand, which had been resting on his chest, suddenly stopped, and the faint smile in his eyes gradually turned cold.
After a long pause, he suddenly sat up, looked down at Song Ting, and said in an extremely calm tone:
"You're having a fit of hysteria, aren't you? Little Zhou is already dead."
Song Ting also sat up. He observed the expression of the person in front of him without making a sound. He had many questions to ask and many things to say, but in the end he only said, "Perhaps."
—Huai Xu knew that Little Zhou was still alive.
He still doesn't trust him and is wary of him.
—She was using him while keeping things from him.
—Huaixu will never entrust his trust to him again.
Chu Huaixu had lost all interest in speaking to him further. He ruthlessly dismissed him: "It's late, sir, you should leave."
The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, who had been driven out of the house, waited outside Chu Huaixu's door for a quarter of an hour before leaving, only leaving when he could no longer hear any rustling sounds from inside.
"Guard this place and don't let anyone near."
At 9 PM, Song Ting appeared precisely at the grove of trees behind the mountain. He waited for what felt like half an incense stick's time, but Zhou Tong still hadn't appeared. However, Song Ting didn't rush to leave; instead, he continued to wait.
The surroundings were quiet, with the occasional bark of a dog in the distance, and the lights in the White Horse Temple dimmed one by one.
Of course, the backyard rooms couldn't be seen from the direction of the grove, but just thinking that Huaixu was sleeping peacefully in one of the rooms made his heart soften, and nothing in the world could make him as content as this.
"Zheng—" Suddenly, a silver light approached from the darkness, and in the next instant, a long spear carrying a strong sandstorm thrust straight towards Song Ting's throat!
The latter dodged the attack with a swift movement, and the soft sword at his waist lashed out at an extremely fast speed, seemingly about to sever the spearhead.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the name engraved on the gun barrel.
His movements abruptly stopped, and the longsword... missed its mark.
In a battle between masters, a slight difference can be fatal. Song Ting's momentary lapse in concentration gave the man in black an opportunity, and the spear thrust forward again!
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