But that out-of-control look only lasted a brief moment. Soon he smiled, bit Song Ting's lip, and said ambiguously:
"Then, sir...when can I die?"
Those emotions were hidden beneath her usual fawning smile, suppressed so quickly they were almost invisible. Song Ting indeed didn't see them.
He tasted a strong metallic scent of blood, unable to distinguish whether it was his own or Huaiyue's.
Afraid of hurting Chu Huaixu, his fierce and desperate kiss suddenly became gentle.
Chu Huaixu also realized this, raised an eyebrow, and gently pushed Song Ting away: "Is this not working, sir?"
Song Ting shook her head and pursed her lips.
Chu Huaixu clicked his tongue, seemingly finding it uninteresting.
Then, he placed one hand on the man's leg and slowly moved upwards from Song Tingluo's scarred waist and abdomen.
Finally, it stopped at his heart.
The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard had countless scars all over his body, some deep and some shallow, but the scar on his chest was more hideous and terrifying than any other part of his body.
There were old wounds there, straight towards the heart, which was enough to show how dangerous the situation was at the time.
Song Tingye was indeed on the verge of death; she almost died.
However, there are also newly formed scars, which are lighter in color than the surrounding skin.
It was caused by the dagger that Chu Huaixu plunged into his body during their reunion.
The two scars almost overlapped.
Chu Huaixu moved his lips away, his fingertips caressing the scar, and then he placed a kiss on it through his fingertips.
He looked up at the man, his gaze a mixture of concern and heartache.
Does it hurt?
Song Ting lowered her head and kissed his forehead, her voice trembling with barely suppressed sobs: "It hurts."
Chu Huaixu's expression froze for a moment, then he laughed again: "But why isn't the lord dead..."
Song Ting's eyes reddened. He wanted to say that he almost died, but in the end he said nothing.
Chu Huaixu seemed to be filled with extreme hatred. The pure and innocent immortal had fallen from his pedestal and become a vengeful ghost. He gripped Song Ting's neck tightly, his tone icy:
"Since we failed to kill you that time, then you shall die in my bed..."
"Let me send you to hell..."
...
"I have to leave the temple tomorrow, and I don't know if I'll be back in time tonight. If I do, tell Xiao Wu to wait for me."
"Even the monks in the temple are too busy to drink water, but you want to go out and slack off?"
At this moment, Chu Huaixu's attitude seemed softer than usual, like a satisfied cat, lazily lying on Song Ting's chest, his eyes reddening.
Song Ting reached out and wiped it, making that inch of skin even redder.
Song Ting's Adam's apple bobbed, and she couldn't resist leaning in to kiss away the fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.
He thought he might really be crazy, even finding this person's sweat sweet.
He didn't know how to explain it to Chu Huaixu, so he just said again, "Wait for me to come back."
"Can't you take me with you?" Chu Huaixu lightly tapped Song Ting's heart with his fingertips.
The scars there had been ravaged, bitten and mangled, with the skin and flesh turned inside out.
This shows how much force the person who bit down used, and how much they hated Song Ting.
Song Ting tensed up as a result.
Chu Huaixu seemed amused by this scene, deliberately pinching and twisting the wound with his fingertips.
After a long pause, she whispered seductively in the man's ear, "My lord?"
Song Ting felt cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
He has not been close to anyone for five years, and he rarely even interacts with himself.
But his body's memory vividly recalls every moment he had with this person in the past, and he has an infinite longing for this person.
A simple touch was enough to make him fall into depravity.
Even if it causes him pain.
Chu Huaixu's fingers were like a cluster of flames; wherever they touched, the fire would spread.
"Not this time." He finally couldn't resist, grabbed the finger with both hands, and kissed it pleadingly, "I'll take you next time."
“Later, next time, wait a little longer, still not enough…” Chu Huaixu sat up and leaned lazily against the base of the Buddha statue.
"Adults are always giving me these empty promises, it's really disgusting."
nausea.
The two seemingly insignificant words struck Song Ting with a heavy feeling in her chest.
In the past, Chu Huaixu had always cherished him like a treasure, showering him with affection and care. But now…
Seeing the man's disgusted expression, Song Ting's eyes darkened, and her heart ached heavily.
But it doesn't matter, he thought. As long as this person is still by his side, he can accept and feel good no matter what.
"Then punish me, young master..." His eyes were misty as he leaned over and hugged Chu Huaixu's neck.
"Young master, you can take my life, even in this way..."
A sharp gaze pierced him, like a judgment from the gods. Song Ting felt sad and subconsciously avoided that gaze.
But she quickly raised her head again and covered her already very red lips.
He is full of sins, and only his God has the right to judge him.
“Commander,” Chu Huaixu began slowly, “you are truly disgusting…”
Song Ting looked at the man before her as if offering a sacrifice: "So, young master, punish me..."
"Punish you?" Chu Huaixu slapped him and sneered, "You really know how to think. Wouldn't that be too easy on you?"
“But I want the young master to punish me.” The commander, who was always obedient, unusually disobeyed him.
His deep eyes were like a tight net, concealing Chu Huaixu inch by inch.
Chu Huaixu's expression grew even colder. He hated Song Ting's expression; it disgusted him.
"You bastard! Who gave you permission to look at me like that!" As he spoke, he slapped her across the face.
No one could believe that the fearsome commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard had his eyes reddened by this slap.
Chu Huaixu sneered, and just as the other person tried to sit up, he pushed him again before sitting down himself.
An indescribable surprise flashed in Song Ting's eyes, which then turned into ecstasy.
Huai Xu himself frowned uncomfortably.
Even under these circumstances, he didn't forget to make Song Ting feel bad—
One hand pressed against the back of Song Ting's neck, gently stroking it as if petting a pet.
Throughout the process, Song Ting looked at him docilely, like a fierce wolfhound retracting its claws and obediently facing its master.
But this act was feigned, it was fake. Chu Huaixu didn't want to be deceived again.
Suddenly, his palm shot forward, roughly covering Song Ting's mouth and nose.
The intense feeling of suffocation, coupled with Chu Huaixu's jolting on her ( ), made it difficult for Song Ting to describe whether she was happy or in pain at that moment; she was almost losing consciousness.
He braced himself against the cold base with one hand, and with the other hand he struggled forward, trying to grab Chu Huaixu's hand and touch him, but the latter cruelly slapped it away.
"Don't touch me, and don't come out now."
"Young Master..."
This was too difficult for Song to hear. He struggled to lift his head and saw a drop of sweat slide down the man's face.
Song Ting felt his heart burning, and the blood in his body surged as if it were about to burst out. He wanted to kiss that drop of sweat, and he wanted to ( ) Chu Huaixu.
But his vision was blurry, and he could neither see nor hear clearly.
In a daze, I felt that the man in front of me had turned into the spirited young man I had been five or six years ago.
His little darling released his grip, allowing him to catch his breath, then bit down hard on his neck, speaking in a voice colder and hoarser than ever before:
"Song Ting, open your eyes. Let those restless souls who died at your hands see how we are stained with sin..."
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