Is Chapter 12 over? Whether I stop or not depends on my mood.
(twelve)
Feigning misery is a skill beggars use to survive; the more pitiful they appear, the more money they can get.
Chu Li was very good at this trick: making herself dirty with mud, but it was best to make her face look dirty in a good way, and she absolutely could not let her body smell bad, otherwise people would be disgusted when they saw her, and they would not give her any money.
Pretending to be lame and mute is the easiest thing to do. She usually tells others that she is a poor person whose parents died tragically, who has a younger brother to take care of, whose leg is broken, and who was born mute and cannot speak.
By the way, there's an art to crying. Chu Li can cry within three seconds and control the tears as they slide down her cheeks, like pearls falling from a broken string. Especially with her round almond eyes, she looks like a pear blossom in the rain, so pitiful that I can't help but feel sorry for her.
She didn't know if these tricks would work on a fiend like Wuming, but Chu Li had no other options.
Chu Li was truly haunted by this incident.
When she was young and naive, she had vaguely heard people say that sexual intercourse between husband and wife was extremely pleasurable, and that it was very comfortable and enjoyable.
Chu Li had heard a lot of those messy rumors and genuinely thought it was something fun and interesting, so she couldn't help but feel expectant and curious.
However, even though she had been married to Shang Xinglan for a long time, the two had not yet consummated their marriage.
Shang Xinglan always said that she was still young and didn't understand anything, and that she should take it slowly.
But Chu Li never thought so. There were plenty of girls who got married at sixteen. How was that too young? This person was just looking down on her and deliberately making excuses.
She desperately wanted Shang Xinglan.
So one day, Chu Li secretly drugged him.
The medicine was obtained from a brothel and was very potent. It was said that after being taken, a person would forget who they were. She was worried that Shang Xinglan, being a cultivator, was too patient, so she poured the entire bag into his tea.
Chu Li didn't want to recall the horrific events of that night, and she fainted in the latter half of the night.
All she knew was that when she woke up the next day, she was covered in blood. Shang Xinglan, with red eyes, wiped her body and applied medicine, and then scolded her harshly.
What do you think about every day?
"I told you to take it slow, why didn't you listen?"
She was bewildered by the scolding, and after a long pause to react, she was also provoked into anger by him. "How much slower do you want me to be? Wouldn't it be slow enough if you died at twenty-five? I'm the one who got hurt, not you. What right do you have to be angry?"
After she finished speaking, Shang Xinglan was speechless. He said nothing more, only silently shedding tears as he applied medicine to her.
After applying the medicine, Shang Xinglan gently hugged her and held her for a long time, crying for a long time as well.
“It shouldn’t be like this, Achu.”
He always said this, but each time he would choke up halfway through and be unable to continue. Chu Li still doesn't know what the correct way to say it is.
Chu Li often couldn't understand why he cried so much. This man was much more sentimental than her; he would shed tears over the smallest things, even though it was clearly not him who was in pain. If it weren't for his good fortune—his status as a direct descendant of a merchant family ensuring his lifelong comfort—this man wouldn't even be able to get food if he went to be a beggar.
However, since that incident, Chu Li has never mentioned wanting to share a room with Chu Li again.
Just like a young child who doesn't know that touching a flame will hurt, only by experiencing pain will he learn his lesson. Chu Li threw away all the medicines he had bought but hadn't finished using, and felt the pinch for several days.
If she had to do it all over again, she would rather die than share a room with Shang Xinglan.
After taking some medication, he acted like a mad dog in bed, biting her all over—her cheeks, ears, chest, and legs… everywhere were covered in teeth marks and hickeys, redness, swelling, and bruises.
That's terrifying.
Pulling her thoughts back, Chu Li looked fearfully at the half-open clothes of the person in front of her, her mind involuntarily recalling that night with Shang Xinglan.
It's not fun at all, it's uncomfortable, she doesn't want it.
She held him tightly, not daring to let go for a second, afraid that he would start tearing her clothes at any moment.
However, whether her feigned injury worked or not, he actually stopped what he was doing.
His palm gently cradled the back of her head, feeling slightly warm, as if to soothe her.
Chu Li looked up at him, swallowed cautiously, and rested her chin on his neck.
"Don't be angry," she pleaded. "Actually, I've long forgotten what he looked like and what he sounded like. I'll never mention my deceased husband again."
The words "deceased husband" were particularly jarring, as if constantly reminding her of the day she pushed him off the cliff. Shang Xinglan lowered her eyes coldly, her fingertips tracing the side of her face.
"If you want to show your loyalty, that's fine too."
She was slightly taken aback, then heard him say with a nonchalant smile, "If A-Chu personally smashes his memorial tablet, I'll let you go, how about it?"
Chu Li's pupils suddenly contracted as he watched as the memorial tablet flew into his palm as if it had grown wings.
Shang Xinglan placed the memorial tablet in front of her, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "Do it."
That memorial tablet was made by Chu Li himself.
She dared not let anyone know the name Shang Xinglan, so she even carved the characters herself, wasting more than twenty pieces of good wood in the process.
Someone once told her that if a person dies without a memorial tablet, their soul will have nowhere to stay when it returns during festivals, and they will become a wandering ghost, just like Chu Li before, wandering the streets and alleys with nowhere to go.
She knows how painful it is to be without a home.
So she made a memorial tablet for Shang Xinglan and hid it under the bed, which even Yinyin had never seen.
Chu Li stared blankly at the memorial tablet, the three characters "Shang Xinglan" on it, which she hadn't seen in a long time.
"What, you're reluctant to part with it?"
The other person's voice sounded somewhat sarcastic.
Chu Li didn't know why he was so angry, since he had mentioned her husband before.
He must have felt inferior after learning that her husband was actually Shang Xinglan, which is why he was so angry.
After a long while, Chu Li reached out and took the memorial tablet.
Shang Xinglan stared at her coldly, almost able to imagine that she would smash the memorial tablet to pieces without hesitation.
To protect herself, she would do anything. Let alone just a memorial tablet, if his request today was to kill her husband, she would do it too.
Smash it.
Chu Li.
Let's smash everything, including our past friendships, to pieces.
Suddenly, Chu Li got up from the soft couch and, under Shang Xinglan's puzzled gaze, slowly placed the memorial tablet in a conspicuous position on the table. Then, she took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away the dust on it.
After doing all this, she turned around and unhesitatingly loosened her sash.
Shang Xinglan opened her eyes slightly, but before she could speak, Chu Li pounced on her onto the soft couch.
The frail body pressed down on him, feeling incredibly light. His mind was a jumbled mess as he stared blankly at the person on top of him, whose eyes were red and swollen.
She's crying. Why?
Soon, Shang Xinglan lost the will to think about it any further, because Chu Li had already bitten him hard, as if venting her anger by taking a bite out of his shoulder.
"Come on, whoever chickens out is a dog."
She spat out those words through gritted teeth, completely abandoning her pretense of being innocent and easily deceived.
Shang Xinglan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously tried to stop her, "Wait, Achu, this will hurt a lot."
Chu Li sneered, looking like she saw right through him. "Now you're playing the good guy. Enough with the nonsense. Isn't this what you wanted me to do? Stop dawdling. Are you even a man? Don't tell me this is your first time."
"..." Shang Xinglan was silent for a moment, then muttered softly, "No."
He had no memory of the last time they had sex, and didn't even know what happened.
He only remembered that it was very hot, so hot that his head felt like it was going to explode. When he woke up the next day, Chu Li was covered in injuries, shivering and crying in the soft quilt. He looked extremely pitiful.
Shang Xinglan never imagined that their first night would be such a painful experience, so much so that he would feel fear whenever his parents asked him about the quality of their marriage and urged him to have sex and have children.
It shouldn't have been like that. They should have done that important thing, hand in hand, on a beautiful night, after Chu Li and Chu Li had fallen deeply in love.
He and Chu Li were always like this, never able to live a normal life like a normal couple, always precisely choosing the one crooked path from a whole bunch of correct choices.
Perhaps, this is what makes us incompatible.
Shang Xinglan's eyes dimmed, she turned her head away, and said indifferently, "Forget it, I'm not interested anymore."
His clothes were suddenly gripped tightly. He looked up in surprise and saw Chu Li staring at him with eyes blazing with fury.
Lost interest?
Next time I'm in the mood, should I drag her along on another crazy adventure? Loading the cargo!
Chu Li laughed angrily, "I'll count to three, then you're off."
Are you kidding me? Doesn't she understand the situation?
Shang Xinglan opened her mouth in disbelief, wanting to say something more, but her clothes had already been torn off.
"Ugh." He groaned, his reddened knuckles pressing against Chu Li's knee, and said with a hint of helplessness, "You..."
Chu Li's forehead was damp with sweat, and she clutched his half-undone clothes tightly in pain.
How did you do it last time?
She couldn't remember anything at all; she had clearly looked at a stack of erotic pictures for this reason.
Seeing that she was still clumsily torturing herself, the person beneath her sighed softly, gently grasped her wrist, and the next moment, carried her to the side.
He folded the soft blanket and placed it under her waist, then slowly leaned down and cupped her captivating, innocent, and pitiful face.
Damn it, no matter how many times I see it, I still feel sorry for myself.
This is a one-time thing; he will never show her any mercy or pity again.
"Say it if it hurts."
Shang Xinglan pulled her petite body into his arms and said indifferently, "Whether I stop or not depends on my mood."
Chu Li scoffed, "Shut up."
Why are you talking so much nonsense? At worst, it'll just hurt for a bit. How can it be more painful than childbirth?
A moment later, a trembling, sobbing cry came from beneath her.
"pain……"
Shang Xinglan's veins throbbed, and he looked at her, rubbing his forehead.
"Is it not over yet?" she asked, feeling wronged.
Shang Xinglan:
I just went in, what do you think?
He took a deep breath, slowly withdrew, and put his clothes back on.
Chu Li wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Is it over?"
Upon hearing this, Shang Xinglan felt his forehead throb even more. He absentmindedly replied, "Yeah, it's over."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Li let out a long sigh of relief, as if his confidence had returned. "I have satisfied you. From now on, you can't force me anymore."
Shang Xinglan paused slightly, almost laughing in exasperation, "You wish!"
He leaned down, grabbed her face with one hand, and kneaded it wantonly as if in retaliation. "Let me tell you, I can do whatever I want to you from now on. We agreed to get married tomorrow, so we'll get married tomorrow. If you dare to run away again, I'll break your legs, tie you up, and torture you to death."
Chu Li was terrified by his words, her face turned deathly pale, and she dared not move.
Shang Xinglan squinted at her, and seeing that she dared not refute him anymore, he pulled a thin undergarment from the soft couch, got up, and slammed the door shut as he left.
"Those are my... clothes."
The door slammed shut, and Chu Li watched him leave with deep resentment, pursing her lips.
Never mind, I don't want it.
Let him take it and use it, as long as he doesn't take it out on her.
A note from the author:
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I'm recommending a friend's post; feel free to save it if you like it!
Title: My Decade-Old Best Friend is My Restricted Male Lead
Author: Shen Sanji
Synopsis: [Fake yandere girl villain * Real yandere refined scoundrel]
When Shen Shiyi learned that she had transmigrated into a restricted novel and was to play a yandere villain who was sexually abusive towards the male lead, she had already been in a pure and friendly relationship with her character for ten years.
Yan Eryi, her best friend, had shared life and death with her several times, and their friendship remained as strong as ever after decades of friendship.
Moreover, their pure and unbreakable friendship was known throughout the cultivation world.
Shen Shiyi: "You mean, you want me to seduce my best friend of over ten years into bed?"
The system said apologetically, "It wasn't my fault. I was swept away by a spacetime turbulence. Who knew that in such a short time, you and your partner would have been together for ten years? Also, why do you speak so rudely, young lady?"
Shen Shiyi: "Hehe."
However, faced with the threat that "if you don't follow the character's persona, you and your partner will both die," she gritted her teeth and went for it.
*
"121..." Facing her kind and gentle friend, Shen Shiyi found it even harder to speak as she called out her name, which belonged only to her.
"Hmm," Yan Eryi sheathed his sword, his hand naturally reaching out to touch her forehead. "Why is your face so red? Did you catch a cold?"
The warm concern from her friends made Shen Shiyi even more embarrassed to speak.
Meanwhile, the system was still enthusiastically cheering in his mind: "What are you standing there for, host? Go for it! Grab your partner's hand and go for it!"
"Shiyi?" Yan Eryi's pleasant, deep voice became increasingly concerned.
Shen Shiyi closed his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I really had no choice. Please don't blame me. We can still be good friends after the mission is over!"
With a flick of her wrists, the love potion flew out, and Yan Eryi, who was too close, was hit squarely by the potion and fainted on the spot.
[Congratulations, host, you have mastered the basic skills of a yandere villain: Domineering imprisonment and forced love, where can your beloved escape to?]
As Shen Shiyi gently placed his friend into the small dark room, he cried out, "Damn system, I'll never forgive you! You're blind to have me kidnap Yan Eryi! He's my sweetheart's good brother, my good friend! Screw your matchmaking! How am I supposed to face anyone after this?"
The system ignores everything and keeps issuing tasks.
[Yandere Villain's Basic Skills 2: Bound by Red Ropes, Feast in a Dark Room]
[Yandere Villain Basic Skills 3: Silver Chains and Bells, Escape and Plant Seedlings]
[Yandere Villain's Basic Skills 4: Luxurious Bed, Golden Cage Beside Him]
[Yandere...]
*
The mission is over...
Shen Shiyi, his eyes vacant, untied the chain from Yan Eryi's ankle.
"Eryi, I'm sorry, I know you must hate me right now... Do it."
Her friend, whom she had imprisoned day and night, dressed in a loose white robe, slowly sat up from the bed, gazing at her with a deep look in his eyes.
After a long silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Is it over?"
Shen Shiyi nodded: "...It's over."
She lowered her head, not daring to look directly at him, and murmured, "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you."
In the silent room, a low laugh, like a dripping water clock in the still night, was both chilling and abrupt.
"Who said it's over?"
"What?"
The next second, a delicate gold chain appeared on Shen Shiyi's ankle.
The young man flicked his gold chain with his long, slender, and powerful fingers, his tone enigmatic: "This is just the beginning."
*
Yan Eryi never told Shen Shiyi that their first meeting was never with Lady Porcelain Flower on the Yongzhou Continent, but much earlier.
He was not some righteous cultivator who had suffered the massacre of his entire family and harbored a heart full of light.
On the day he first met her, he had just wiped out his enemy's entire family and emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Across a lake, he saw her and her beloved playing and frolicking under the bright sun, their hair adorned with flowers.
Under the bright sun, the large, water-red flowers reflected the girl's fair cheeks, making the flowers glow. He narrowed his long eyes, and his cold heart also glowed.
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