When Chu Liyue saw him approaching, her eyes widened instantly. She stubbed out her cigarette and hurriedly spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Sweetie, be good, don't come any closer."
"Your sister is smoking, you can't smell the smoke."
"Go back to your room, I'll come and keep you company right away."
Xiao Wujie seemed not to hear her, but walked weakly yet firmly to her side and looked down at her.
Chu Liyue subconsciously reached out and placed her hand on his waist, gently stroking his flat stomach through his clothes.
She remained seated on the windowsill, her neck slightly raised, looking up at Xiao Wujie.
Every detail on that face was as if carved by a master craftsman, so perfect that no flaws could be found.
Even though he was as handsome as a god, he still seemed to lack vitality, and his deathly paleness was constantly devouring any life force.
A faint blush suddenly appeared at the corner of her eye. Her fingertips lightly traced his lower back and abdomen as she asked in a hoarse voice:
"Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts..." Xiao Wujie's voice was weak and haggard, "If you're with me, it won't hurt."
Chu Liyue's fingertips trembled slightly, and the caress became even gentler. She nodded softly.
"I'll stay with you, I'll stay with you no matter how long it takes."
Xiao Wujie's long eyelashes trembled twice, and with a slight twitch of his nose, he looked at Chu Liyue and asked in a low voice:
Why is my sister hiding away to smoke?
"I don't like the smell of smoke."
Chu Liyue's warm, smooth hands slipped inside his clothes, caressing his smooth skin inch by inch. When she touched the deep scar on his abdomen, she stroked it with utmost gentleness.
She answered selectively, "I'm quitting, sweetie, give your sister some time."
Xiao Wujie's gentle yet profound gaze looked directly into her eyes, as if it could penetrate the depths of her soul.
He gently rubbed his cold fingers together, cupped Chu Liyue's exquisite face in his hands, leaned down, pressed his forehead against hers, his cheek against hers, and affectionately nuzzled the tip of her nose.
Their breaths mingled, and Chu Liyue placed her hand on his neck, gently closing her eyes and enjoying his dependence and intimacy.
The next second, Xiao Wujie uttered a shocking statement: "I'm about to die, aren't I?"
Chu Liyue opened her eyes instantly, and was about to look up when Xiao Wujie grabbed her head. He sighed softly, then cursed under his breath, "Damn it."
Immediately afterwards, his bloodless, dry, thin lips precisely kissed Chu Liyue's full lips, grinding them continuously, his tongue rolling into her mouth, passionately entwining.
He stood, Chu Liyue sat, he leaned closer and closer, Chu Liyue's back was against the cold wall.
He cupped Chu Liyue's face in his hands, closed his eyes, and kissed her again, a kiss more passionate and forceful than ever before.
His slender fingers curled slightly as they touched the cold wall. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Chu Liyue's back, placing his arms between her beautiful back and the cold wall.
He seemed to want to bring her into his territory and dispel the coldness of the outside world.
When he passionately kissed Chu Liyue, Chu Liyue's body actually stiffened for a moment; she wasn't used to this position.
More often than not, she kissed him more forcefully and passionately, and he obediently accepted it, letting her take advantage of him.
It's rare to see a situation like today where it's only targeting them.
But her body only stiffened for a moment before relaxing, her arms around his neck, her eyes closed, accepting his burning, deep kiss.
Even though he was riddled with wounds, he still burned with the last of his heat to dispel the coldness from her.
This is his most sincere sentiment.
She didn't want to let him down.
So she truly felt his warmth and passion; he depended on her, and she needed him too.
After kissing for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Wujie, slightly out of breath, buried his face in the crook of Chu Liyue's neck.
He reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, holding her tightly, his eyes misting over, and whispered:
"Sister, I will try my best to live on."
"You should also try your best to heal me."
"I'll listen to whatever treatment you give me. I trust you won't let me die."
"Don't feel pressured, and don't be sad. I like your smile, and the way you tease me."
He lightly scratched Chu Liyue's lower back with his fingers, his voice low and magnetic, "Hmm? Is it okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his waist tightened, and he bumped into Chu Liyue's soft and fragrant embrace. She hugged him tightly, so tightly that she wanted to meld him into her body.
Her delicate chin rested on Xiao Wujie's bony shoulder, and she lightly kissed his earlobe, her voice low and cold yet leaving no room for argument:
"Okay, baby."
"I will heal you, and no one can take you away from me."
Even Death itself cannot do it.
In a warm and bright room
Chu Liyue's slender body was wrapped in a captivating black corset, sinking into the soft mattress, her long hair flowing like clouds, making her look absolutely stunning.
Above her, Xiao Wujie knelt on the mattress with his hands supporting his face on either side of hers, his long legs bent.
He suddenly bent down, his icy fingers tracing Chu Liyue's fair and delicate legs inch by inch. He lowered his head and buried his face in her neck, kissing and nibbling at every inch of her snow-white skin.
Chu Liyue ran her fingers through his hair, her cold eyes deep and dreamy, as he sucked and nibbled at her collarbone and heart, leaving ambiguous red marks.
Xiao Wujie kissed her passionately for a long time. Chu Liyue glanced at the hand he was using to support himself on the bed. Not only his hand, but also his legs trembled slightly.
He was very ill and had very little strength.
Chu Liyue reached out and gently hooked his waist. He instantly groaned, his body went limp, and he uncontrollably pressed down on Chu Liyue.
Chu Liyue took the opportunity to lift the blanket, hugged him and lay down in bed, holding him tightly to warm his cold body.
Xiao Wujie's face was pressed against her chest, he was breathing heavily, and his voice was tinged with frustration:
"I finally got to be on top, why did it stop?"
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