"Oh, bring it in."
Si Jin spoke, but Xiao Yao couldn't help but gasp.
It quickly scurried into the small dark room on its four short legs, put its paws together, and devoutly lit a candle.
【Oh my god, is it time for the crematorium? Is it time for the crematorium? ～(^з^)-☆】
[Your Majesty, please don't be offended. I absolutely did not mean any schadenfreude, absolutely not!]
The letter was brought in and placed on Si Jin's desk.
As he left, the servant who delivered the letter even gave Sheng Linyuan a sympathetic look.
The young master had always regarded Nan Yuan as his beloved, thinking of her and longing for her every day.
It would have been better if Nan Yuan hadn't returned. But now that she has, the efforts the Grand Secretary has made these past few days might have been...
"Sigh." The servant closed the door and sighed softly.
The voice, which was originally inconspicuous, became increasingly clear to Sheng Linyuan, making his heart leap into his throat.
He saw Si Jin pick up the letter and call out, "A Yuan?"
Perhaps feeling guilty, Sheng Linyuan subconsciously changed the name Si Jin called out to "A Yuan".
Ah Yuan, Ah Yuan...
He had clearly ordered the execution, so why is Nan Yuan still alive?
It must be that bastard Sheng Linfeng again, ruining his plans!
Sheng Linyuan took a deep breath nervously, took two steps forward, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Si Jin.
At least... we can't let Jinjin find out tonight.
But eating noodles alone won't do any good. What if the effect isn't enough?
"Jinjin, have some tea."
Si Jin glanced at the tea beside her, then tightened her grip on the envelope.
He's drugged both sides. Is Sheng Linyuan planning to fight him to the death and force himself on him?
He actually wanted to confess, so let's just act a little longer and keep him company.
Si Jin held the letter up to Sheng Linyuan. "A-Yuan, I'm asking you a question. Why are you pouring me tea?"
The boy, with an innocent and harmless demeanor, asked, "Who is Nan Yuan...?"
Seeing the young master's bewildered gaze, a dark thought gradually began to sprout in Sheng Linyuan's mind.
He snatched the envelope from Si Jin's hand and decisively placed it on the table, still gently coaxing her, "For a dying person, letters are not important. I'm afraid they'll offend Si Jin's eyes, so I won't read them."
Tsk, they're even planning to kill me to cover it up!
"Oh." Si Jin nodded, deliberately going against him: "A dying man's words are good, wouldn't it be better not to read them?"
"No need, Jinjin." Sheng Linyuan lowered his voice, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.
Then, he fed it to Si Jin, lip to lip.
Like a wolf hunting in the dark, it gently stroked the boy's slightly reddened earlobe, its voice low, husky, and dangerous: "Don't you think... there are more important things to do right now?"
Si Jin's breathing became a little erratic, and when she hugged Sheng Linyuan, the corners of her upturned eyes turned red with excitement.
It's in a man's nature to do whatever it takes to get the person he loves.
Even if it's a lie, even if it's robbery, even if it's imprisonment.
Si Jin was excited because he knew he would have done the same thing if he were in Si Jin's shoes.
So, little Ayuan did a really good job.
However, he still bit Sheng Fengzi's shoulder hard and tasted a few drops of his blood.
That's too crazy and too cunning; they need to be taught a lesson.
… …
After an unknown amount of time, Si Jin lost consciousness.
I vaguely heard the clanging of several iron chains around me.
A moment later, something cold and icy was wrapped around my wrist.
But... perhaps out of reluctance, Sheng Linyuan finally dropped the chain off the bed and, with lingering affection, kissed Si Jin.
I lay down beside him and gently hugged him.
I wonder how much longer I can hold him?
My beloved, my beloved, I really, really can't bear to give you to someone else, and I don't want to see you hate me.
After an unknown amount of time, perhaps even Sheng Linyuan himself didn't realize it, he cried.
A tear, by sheer coincidence, landed on Si Jin's cheek, its touch icy cold.
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