Chapter 101 Tenderness and Possessiveness
The showerhead was turned on, and warm water poured down, quickly creating a thick white mist in the small space.
Water droplets splashed onto the two of them, quickly soaking their thin clothes.
Lu Yuyang's kiss landed with urgency and long-suppressed desire. Unlike Xie Jue's previous fleeting kisses, this one was forceful and aggressive, prying open her teeth and seizing her breath.
Josie was a little breathless from his kisses, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the back of his soaked shirt.
The moisture blurred the mirror, reflecting only two hazy figures.
Lu Yuyang's hot, large hand slipped under her soaked clothes and caressed her delicate, sensitive waist.
The fingertips, calloused, sent shivers down my spine wherever they touched.
Josie couldn't help but let out a soft moan, a sound that sounded especially alluring amidst the rushing water.
His other hand wasn't idle either; he found the clasp on her back and skillfully untied it.
The soaking wet clothes were impatiently stripped off and slid onto the damp ground.
The warm water washed over their bodies, but it couldn't wash away the rapidly rising temperature and the sticky, ambiguous atmosphere in the air.
Lu Yuyang's kisses traveled down her jawline, leaving burning marks on her slender neck and delicate collarbone.
His breath was heavy and hot, spraying onto her sensitive skin and sending shivers down her spine.
She tilted her head back, enduring his sometimes gentle, sometimes domineering plundering, her fingers running through his wet, black hair, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
The small space was filled only with the sound of flowing water, heavy breathing, and suppressed, blush-inducing, and heart-pounding whispers.
The swirling mist enveloped the two tightly intertwined figures, seemingly isolating them from the cold and cruel world outside.
Just before dawn, Josie fell into a deep sleep, feeling extremely tired and somewhat satisfied.
Lu Yuyang lay on his side, gazing at her serene profile as she slept soundly, completely unguarded.
His fingertips gently traced her slightly furrowed brows and swollen lips, his eyes filled with an unyielding tenderness and possessiveness.
On the edge of the same safe zone, in the shadows of the tent area, a pair of wolf-like, fierce eyes shone with an astonishing light in the darkness.
Xie Jue, like a silent ghost, lurked deep within the stench-filled tent.
His target was a man nicknamed "Scarface".
A month ago, this man led a group of people to take away his only relative in the world.
He wanted to make his sister suffer twice as much as she had!
Scarface was happy to have a couple more drinks tonight because he found a few bottles of cheap liquor.
He hummed a tune as he walked to a secluded corner to relieve himself.
Just as he loosened his belt and was caught off guard, Xie Jue made his move!
He was as fast as a wolf cub pouncing on its prey!
He crouched low and sprang from the shadows, his hand holding an extremely sharp dagger, brimming with hatred accumulated over countless days and nights, and stabbed Scarface in the lower back with precision and ruthlessness!
"Well……"
Scarface only managed to let out a short, muffled groan before Xie Jue covered his mouth.
He immediately tried to retaliate, but his opponent was faster, drawing a dagger and stabbing him in the groin with pinpoint accuracy.
Aww!
The pain caused his body to curl up like a shrimp.
Xie Jue still showed no mercy, slashing again and again.
Cruel and resolute.
The effects of the alcohol on the man's stomach had completely worn off, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and terror. "It...it was you?"
Xie Jue squatted down expressionlessly, and with one swift motion, slashed half of his face along his eyeball.
The man's screams echoed endlessly through the tent area.
But the tent area became increasingly quiet.
Such things happen every day; the only way to avoid getting into trouble is to pretend you don't know.
They were nearly tortured to death, bleeding each other out with one cut after another.
Later, his voice grew softer and softer, and he stood up, looking down at the man who was on his last breath.
"Does it hurt?" Xie Jue even had a slight smile on his face. "It's supposed to hurt."
He didn't give him a straight answer and simply turned and left.
A few drops of thick, warm blood splattered onto the back of his cold hand. He took out a rag he had prepared and wiped it repeatedly with disgust.
He wiped repeatedly for a long time until there wasn't a single drop of the other person's blood left before his figure disappeared into the darkness.
In the days that followed, an eerie atmosphere enveloped the tent area.
Every day, the local thugs who frequently wreaked havoc in the tent area gradually disappeared, and when they were found, they were all in extremely miserable condition.
In just one week, seven or eight men, notorious and notorious for their evil deeds in the tent area, died one after another.
The manner of their deaths varied, but the only commonality was that the murderer was ruthless and the wounds were tricky; none of them were fatal, and all of them bled to death.
Panic spread among those who had once swaggered and swaggered.
They became paranoid, afraid to go out alone at night, and even kept a knife under their pillows while sleeping, seeing everyone as a vengeful demon.
In the tent area at night, there were no longer women's terrified screams or men's sinister laughs.
For many ordinary people, those who have been oppressed, plundered, and harmed, hope gradually ignited in their eyes after a brief period of shock and disbelief.
The hatred of the murder of loved ones and the humiliation of having their supplies stolen seemed to find some belated solace with the disappearance of these villains.
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Qiao Xi and Lu Yuyang shouldered their packs and stepped into the tent area in the morning sunlight.
Josie noticed that the numbness and panic on the faces of the ordinary people living here seemed to have faded considerably.
Several women sat together, talking in hushed tones, their faces bearing a long-lost, relaxed smile.
"Have you heard? Those scumbags have all gotten their comeuppance!"
"Thank God!"
"Finally, I can get a good night's sleep... My daughter wasn't woken up by nightmares last night..."
Whispers drifted on the wind into Josie's ears.
After exchanging a glance with Lu Yuyang, she quickened her pace toward the depths of the tent area.
Before leaving, Xie Jue told Qiao Xi where he was temporarily staying. When they arrived, they heard a regular and cold "swish...swish..." sound from afar.
The boy sat on an abandoned cement block with his back to them.
The morning light outlined his back, which appeared even more upright and angular than it had been half a month ago.
He lowered his head slightly, focusing intently on sharpening the dagger in his hand.
Every time the whetstone rubs against the steel blade, it produces a trail of tiny sparks.
That focused posture, that steady exertion of force in his arm, all exuded a sharpness beyond his years, a sharpness honed through tempering, like a short dagger finally drawn from its sheath, gleaming with cold light.
“Xiao Jue,” Josie said.
The sound of sharpening the knife stopped abruptly.
Xie Jue didn't turn around, but paused, his taut shoulder line showing that he knew who it was.
Josie walked up to him, her gaze falling on his calm, expressionless face, which subtly exuded a cold, murderous aura.
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