Chapter 128 Chapter 128 This guy doesn’t have any good tricks up his sleeve.
He deliberately made his words ambiguous, fearing that she would think he was interrogating her.
"Back then..." She let go of his lips, raised her head to take a breath, closed her eyes, and considered again and again what she could say and what she could not say.
After thinking for a long time, she didn't say anything.
If I have to talk about it, I must start with the Mist Blade.
However, if he told him everything about Wu Dao, he would be able to guess a lot more.
She was a little annoyed and turned away, not looking at him.
Perhaps, I shouldn't bring up this topic.
Gu Huaijin watched her hesitate to speak. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back carefully. She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment.
It's impossible not to say it.
Since she took the initiative to talk about "the past", her tone was loosened for a moment, but it was just that her rationality returned and she suppressed this hesitation.
Why would she give up on him once she regained her composure?
Well, don't be rational.
"Actually," he said, his voice deliberately gentle, his hand sliding over her chest, rubbing it in circles. "My dear, are you sure they'll let you go if you do enough?"
The two chains on her wrists were instantly pulled straight by her, and she frowned and endured it.
She doesn't speak.
"I've checked. The black-sailed boat that took you from Raohe River was owned by an ordinary boatman nearby. It was rented by a wealthy businessman that day. He took two or three dancers with him to go down to Raohe River to see the flowers, but the boat was hijacked in the middle of the river and everyone on board died."
"You saw the blood on the side of that black-sailed boat when you boarded it. If I hadn't intercepted you midway, you would have been completely unconscious on that boat. Even if that person was one of your own, you wouldn't have been able to fight back. A tall and strong man—and you were so unconscious that you couldn't move. Did you really think you were safe on that boat?"
"Also, the way they did things—" He deliberately used his fingertips to pluck the tip of the peach back and forth, rubbing it against her ear as he spoke, "Killing people and hijacking ships. They were just trying to pick you up, and it wasn't some major act of treason. There were ships everywhere, so why did they have to hijack them? Why would they kill everyone on board? They acted so cruelly and unjustly, how could they have any credibility?"
She lowered her eyes, her cheeks gradually becoming as red as peach blossoms, and she breathed softly unconsciously through her lips. However, her eyes were still clear and as cold as autumn water.
She had thought about what Gu Huaijin said.
However, she was still young when she entered the afterlife. During those days of despair, collapse, and the bittersweet desire to die, she relied entirely on this glimmer of hope to persevere. By the time she finally grew up and finally realized the subtle fragility of it, she had already firmly believed it for years.
If she doesn't believe it, it's too scary, and her life will really have no hope at all.
She dared not disbelieve it.
She sighed.
Her body burned uncontrollably, making her feel thirsty.
She didn't know what was going on. She was deep in thought, and he was hugging her and touching her non-stop for no apparent reason. Sometimes he would come down and kiss her lips. No matter how hard she tried to think carefully, she couldn't help but be interrupted again and again. She sighed helplessly.
"What on earth are you doing..."
Her voice had become frighteningly soft, surprising even herself.
"Kiss you. Why?" He kissed her from her jawline to her neck, whispering, "You were arguing so loudly that I thought we were going to have a falling out. You still won't let me kiss you?"
"If you play with me, we'll definitely be at loggerheads." Her breathing was light and rapid, with beads of sweat forming on the tip of her nose. "If I'm tortured, we'll also be at loggerheads."
His voice was as gentle as if he was coaxing a child: "Don't torture me. I can't bear it."
She looked into his eyes in surprise.
Gu Huaijin looked at her calmly, but because they had just had a big fight, his eyes were filled with confusion and sadness.
The more heartbroken he is, the more handsome he looks. There is a hint of teardrops in his eyes, and his eye circles are a fragmented pink. He is too white, so even a little bit of pink looks rich. Every time he is heartbroken, he looks like a handful of crystal clear broken ice containing fallen flowers.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"What the hell is going on..." She laughed dumbly. "He was arguing in the morning, then left me without a word. Then he came back in the evening, calling me 'Mother' all the time, and saying he was going to torture me. Then he left again, left again, came back again, and started arguing again, threatening to tattoo me. I was so mad I wanted to break up, but then he suddenly hugged me and kissed me non-stop. Now, why isn't he torturing me anymore?"
Gu Huaijin laughed at what she said, but also felt a little helpless.
"Torture, will you tell me?"
She didn't even blink: "No."
"I think so." He sighed, his palm caressing her breasts while sucking on her neck. "So, I won't ask anymore."
She frowned: "Don't ask anymore?"
When she was doubtful, her face would have a puzzled look, as if she didn't understand the situation. She was always too clear-headed and indifferent, and this puzzlement made her extremely cute.
He reached out and tapped the tip of her nose.
"Why don't you ask?"
He still smiled without saying a word, his handprints on her waist were hot.
Nan Qiong Shuang looked him up and down with half belief and half doubt.
His mysterious yet intriguing smile reminded her of the days in the palace when they knew each other but didn't recognize each other.
This person may be thinking about something in his mind.
I don't have any good ideas.
Suddenly, her heart was touched a little, and she closed her eyes, "Can you please stop... talking about things."
"Tell me." He lowered his head and took the liquid into his mouth, sucking slowly. "I never thought they gave you such a strong drug. You were unconscious on that boat for two days, and no matter how we called you, you wouldn't wake up."
"They don't trust me, I know." Her hands were paralyzed, helpless, and she let them do whatever they wanted. She held her head high and endured it. "They didn't tell me a single word of truth... Originally, they wanted me to change boats a few times, but who knew they'd drug me?"
"Do you really trust them, dear?" He forced himself to put aside her desire to change boats and leave, stroking her waist with his thumbs. "Even if you've done enough, will they really let you go?"
In fact, she doesn't know either.
"Over the years, there have indeed been a few who have done enough and been released..." The iron chain rattled as she stretched it. She was no longer able to control herself and could not exert any strength. He continued casually, "Who knows whether they were released or killed."
She couldn't answer.
But gradually, she didn't have the energy to think anymore. For some reason, she didn't mind how he touched her body, but when it came to his hands, no matter how he touched her, it was unbearable. Even if he just casually placed his hand on her chest, it would make her lose consciousness for a while, let alone when he was coaxing her and kissing her at the same time.
She half-closed her eyes and looked up. It was dark inside the Four Symbols Pagoda, and the Buddha-head green bed curtains were so cloudy that they could not be seen clearly.
Even her own mind gradually became unclear, as if she was being coaxed and persuaded by him, and unknowingly dragged into a warm swamp. The swamp wrapped her firmly on all sides, making her mind distracted and lazy, as if she was hypnotized and trapped in it.
"Huai Jin..." She struggled slightly, "Don't touch me. I..."
"If it were me, how could I bear to give you that kind of medicine?" He whispered as one hand traced the curve, parting the covered bud and diving into it. She hummed softly and began to tremble even more: "Huai Jin..."
He sighed, "Even after something like this, I still can't bear to torture you. They just wanted to take you away, but they gave you such a strong drug. My dear, why do you believe them and not me?"
She bit her lip.
At a time like this, he was definitely taking advantage of someone's misfortune.
However, her mind was no longer clear and she had no time to think about it anymore.
"Or," he pecked the tip of her nose lightly, then kissed her trembling eyelashes, which were tightly closed. A faint sound of water filled the room, and she sobbed softly. He asked in a low voice, "Or, someone is forcing you around, and you're scared."
"Be good." He stopped, letting her catch her breath before speaking again, "Go ahead."
She felt dizzy.
In this kind of situation, when things stop midway, people always become extra dependent on each other, as if they were trying to grab a lifeline on a stormy sea. She pressed her forehead against his: "Then kiss me."
He kissed her forehead as he was told, and rubbed his head against hers: "Jiangshang, who was that fly I swatted away?"
She frowned, still hesitating.
He asked again, slowly turning the hook to play: "Who is it, dear."
She couldn't help but twitch twice: "It's...Mist Blade."
"Mist Blade?"
"...My teachings."
"What is teaching?"
She stopped talking.
He bent his knuckles and kissed her lips: "He has been following you?"
She gasped, "...Yes."
"Including Tianshan Mountain?"
"Um."
"So, you just said that back then..."
He deliberately stopped talking and asked her to continue.
"Yes. He said..." She half-closed her eyes, her body limp as she sighed softly, "...If I don't take action, he'll tell you I'm a spy. If I stay on Tianshan, I'll die in your hands."
Gu Huaijin stopped suddenly.
"Why did you stop..." She opened her misty eyes and looked for him.
He was like an obsidian sculpture, solemn and gloomy, with his eyes closed.
This man's expression changed so quickly. Just a moment ago, he was so gentle and doting, but in an instant, he was filled with murderous intent. She sobered up a little in the surging spring tide and coaxed him, "What's wrong? Why are you so scary all of a sudden?"
"It's okay." He opened his eyes and smiled as he pecked her lips. "That fly, wanted to use me to deal with you?" Her cheeks flushed and she lowered her eyes. "Using you to force me. You know... your parents and brothers all died in the afterlife, and now it's your turn. So then... no matter how much you love me, I will..."
"You don't dare to gamble." He continued.
"right."
"Dear." He suddenly leaned closer. "How could I possibly hurt you? I can't bear to do that now, so how could I have done that back then?"
She muttered, "How could I have known that back then? Your parents and brother all died as spies. How could anyone be sure?"
He rested his hand, wearing the white jade ring, on his forehead for a moment: "So when you attacked me back then, it was partly to protect yourself."
"In fact, within the Gate of Rebirth, everyone only seeks to protect themselves." She shook her head, "Back then... I had no other choice."
"So what about now?" He leaned close to her nose, his breath spraying on her lips. His eyes were more intense and burning than before, lingering and sticky. He stared at her with his eyelashes pressed down, "What will you choose?"
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