Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Just open your mouth and hold her.
He barely had time to identify what was in front of him when a thunderbolt went off in his head.
The blow made his whole body numb, and he staggered back a few steps, even his fingertips trembling.
She closed her eyes tightly, not looking, and trying hard not to think, and just slowly pulled his quilt up until it was under her neck.
I put my arms around her shoulders and dared to peek through my eyes. Half of her slender legs, as slender as snow, were exposed outside the quilt.
He held his breath, closed his eyes, and reached out to hold her calf. The moment he touched it, he felt a frightening dampness and coldness, yet it burned him as if he were scalded.
He shook his hand off in an instant, gasping almost in pain.
He is afraid.
What was he afraid of? He was even afraid to think about it.
He forced himself to suppress his uncontrollable breathing and closed his eyes tightly.
A wounded mermaid.
She hadn't meant to seduce him.
But she, beautiful, innocent, pure, broken, just lying on his bed with her eyes closed, was already a blatant temptation.
It's his fault.
His nails dug into his palms, and he almost hated himself. He held her slender ankle in his hand, lifted the quilt, and covered the half of her fair white calf with the quilt.
He forced himself to remain calm, lifted her arms, wrapped his quilt around her chest, and tucked it under her armpits.
After wrapping the man up from head to toe like a silkworm, he finally dared to open his eyes and look at the person in front of him calmly.
She lowered her head, her back against the headboard, her long, wet, messy hair tucked over her chest, her long eyelashes drooping. Her skin was so pale, so pale that you could almost see the blue veins beneath it, like an expensive, fragile porcelain doll.
I fell asleep weakly, completely unaware of where I was, and how dare I feel so at ease.
He swallowed again, closed his eyes, and tried to remain calm.
Find out what injuries she suffered and stop overthinking it, he cursed himself in his heart.
So, he finally mustered up the courage and pushed aside her long hair that was hanging in front of her chest.
Look carefully at her...where he can see her.
There were no injuries to the head, shoulders, neck, or arms.
The rest of the place...
He shouldn't look at the rest of the place.
He turned around and planned to go out to find someone to help.
A quick glance revealed that her long hair was still wet, with water droplets dripping down from the strands, each drop hitting the deep hollow of her collarbone.
He was afraid that she would get cold, so he reached out and wiped it away for her.
Then, as if possessed by a magic spell, I saw a shallow, short...slit under the quilt.
There was another loud bang in his head, and the thunder made his crown numb. He was speechless and his mouth was dry, and he stepped back repeatedly.
He saw nothing. It was true, he saw nothing.
But that quilt—it’s worse than not having it.
No, what he meant was, yes, that quilt, it made no difference whether it was there or not.
But he saw nothing, he really, really saw nothing.
But it is——
He turned his head woodenly to look at the water pool under the shimmering moonlight.
He was too tired tonight. He pinched his brows.
Then, once again, as if possessed by a magic spell, I noticed the half-painted statue of Bodhisattva on the table under the window.
A pure white Bodhisattva statue with a half-drawn green necklace.
as well as.
Two red dots on the chest.
A little bit of rouge on the lips.
A strange, evil, crazy triangle.
He is crazy, he murmured in his heart, he is really crazy.
He was extremely tired and almost collapsed as he sat on the edge of the bed, forcing himself to relax. After a long while, he decided to get up and go out to look for someone.
Suddenly, a damp figure appeared behind him, and two snow-white arms slowly stretched out from behind his neck, giving him a slightly cold embrace.
"Sir," the man behind him said, aggrieved and timid, "where are you going?"
Feeling the figure against his back, Gu Zhi's body stiffened.
He should never have been in the same room with her in this situation.
He turned around and coldly took her arms off, "I'll go find someone to help heal the girl."
"Sir," she shook her head slowly, tears on her eyelashes trembling, "the injuries I have sustained cannot be healed by others."
He lowered his eyes and said nothing.
His chest just heaved up and down like a volcano suppressing magma.
She slowly placed her slender hands on her heart.
Gu Zhi turned his eyes away.
She said, "Sir, this servant's wound is a heart injury. No medicine can cure it."
He murmured, "Only the young master can cure it."
His long eyelashes twitched twice, and he said nothing.
She bent down and looked up at him. They were so close, so close that it seemed as if the tips of their noses and lips were connected by an invisible thread, and with every breath, the thread trembled and shortened.
Shortened to——
He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if he couldn't breathe, and hurriedly pulled back.
That soft body, however, did not allow him to retreat, and followed after him, with two hands on his chest, and then wrapped around his back. When he raised his eyes, the tip of her jade-like crystal nose was actually under his nose.
The distance was so close, so close that the string connecting their mouths was no longer necessary.
Just open your mouth and hold her.
What does she mean...?
He was speculating in his mind, his heart seemed to be boiling in boiling water, but his face remained calm.
He swallowed and closed his eyes.
She wanted to kiss him, didn't she?
OK.
He had been looking forward to it for a long time. Why not?
Close your eyes and wait.
Another drop of water fell from her hair, hit the back of his hand and shattered.
The expected soft touch never came.
He waited anxiously and opened his eyes, only to see the person in front of him, twirling his hair with his fingers, his eyes cold, and looking at him with a slight sneer of a bystander, indifferent but interested.
Like playing with it.
She spoke, her voice ethereal and vague, like a shimmering phantom in the middle of the ocean:
"Sir..." he laughed, "Are you waiting for me to... kiss you?"
In an instant, he realized what her smile meant.
I hadn't meant to kiss him at all, I was just teasing.
Watch him be intoxicated, watch him have fun.
Watch him lose his mind, watch him become obsessed, watch him sink into depravity and lose control of himself.
And she, the only instigator, stirred up trouble, watched the fire from the other side of the river, and had nothing to do with it.
Why does she...!
He was shocked and angry, and for a moment he actually hugged her waist, causing her body to lean back so that she was only half an inch away from his chest, and she looked at him with a smile.
She pushed his chest: "Don't be angry, sir. I just..." She opened her arms and hugged his neck.
The slippery and slightly cold brocade quilt slid down silently.
She had already thrown herself into his arms, her arms around his back, pressing against his chest without any pretense:
"It's just... I love you too much."
He pinched the quilt piled on the couch and shook for a while in unbearable pain.
When he finally made up his mind, he stopped shaking, and with great clarity and calmness, he untied the person in his arms and laid him flat on the couch.
——Then, he pressed forward.
*
That was the most frightening dream Gu Zhi had ever had in his life.
The morning light was dim, and pale golden sunlight slanted in through the open window. Outside, birds chirped softly, and the colorful statue of the Bodhisattva sat quietly on the bedside table, its compassion silent.
The person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
He sat stiffly for a while, then slowly covered his face with his hands.
He almost wanted to die.
In that dream, there was a mermaid in the Tianchi Lake on the mountain. She played with his heart and then trampled on it viciously.
And there was Miss Chu, lying naked on his bed, seducing him with her body while her eyes were cold and unfathomable.
However, the most terrifying thing is not that she is neither human nor demon.
The scariest part is something only he knows.
——In that dream, he.
——Didn’t stop.
He almost collapsed, covering his face, holding his head, and running his fingers into his hair.
The room was empty, yet it seemed filled with people. Even the cabinets and teacups seemed to have eyes, clearly and distinctly perceiving his thoughts. But out of consideration for his dignity, perhaps out of pity, or perhaps out of a sigh of regret, they all fell silent.
He didn't even dare to show his eyes. In front of everyone, he buried his face in his hands in pain.
He was crazy. He was truly crazy. It wasn't enough for him to lust after Miss Chu, but he actually dared to—!
What on earth are you doing every day, Gu Huaijin!
He gritted his teeth, unable to bear it any longer, and slapped himself twice, but it only hurt him a little, and he was still unharmed.
He was still not satisfied, so he took two steps to the table, pulled out a drawer, picked up the dagger inside, drew it out of its sheath, pointed the tip of the knife at his thigh, and stabbed it.
A cold star flashed.
The tip of the knife was just half an inch above the thigh.
He calmed down a little, took a deep breath as if he was extremely tired, and closed his eyes.
no.
The thigh is different from other parts of the body. If it is injured, it will often bleed a lot.
If we are discovered by the people in the mountains, we will be in a lot of trouble.
Who would have thought that he would hurt himself because of these things? Everyone was probably wondering what unusual movement had occurred on the mountain.
But he really hated himself.
He sneered, raised the dagger, and looked at his own face in the blade.
He looks quite decent in appearance, but who would have thought that at night, he is such a creature worse than pigs and dogs.
A girl was injured and lying in your room, and you actually dared to have such thoughts about her...!
With a faint smile on his lips, he almost felt a bit of pleasure as he placed the blade against his wrist.
Use force, press, and cut.
Blood trickled out from the cracks in his flesh, warm, sticky, and blindingly red.
He felt a little satisfied and relieved, and watched indifferently as his blood dripped from his wrist bones one by one, hitting the ground and forming bright red circles.
The more I looked at it, the more I felt a sense of revenge in my heart.
This body's desires betrayed his will. He deserved the punishment.
After a long time, the bleeding slowed down and formed a scab on its own.
The anger in his heart had been released a lot. Gu Zhi sneered, and finally lowered his eyes to tolerate his body begging for mercy. He stared at it for a while, and used his sleeve to block the knife cut.
He said in his heart, Gu Huaijin, if you dare to do this again, don't blame me.
With a hint of sneer, he slowly put the dagger into the scabbard.
Just as she was about to call someone in to prepare some water for washing, she suddenly heard someone outside opening the window. It was Nan Qiongshuang's voice, calling out:
"Ason."
Asong responded from under her window.
The voice was filled with a soft pleading tone: "I accidentally spilled the hangover soup and burned my hand. Do you have any medicine to apply to my hand?"
He was stunned.
Burned your hand? Not sure if it's serious.
So he wanted to lean out of the window to see if he could see her injury, but suddenly he froze again.
Whenever he had these dreams at night, he would be terrified when he thought of her during the day. He could never bear to look at her face.
Outside the window, Ah Song said, "Wait a moment, young lady." He then instructed the other servants, "Ah Liang, go get the best Jinchuang powder from the pharmacy."
Gu Zhi remained silent.
The best Jinchongsan.
Asong was not the type to treat Miss Chu in this way.
He remembered that Ah Song was the one who disliked Miss Chu the most. Although he never showed it openly, Ah Song had been with him for ten years. Not only did Ah Song understand him, but he also understood Ah Song.
Even when Miss Chu was bleeding from the poison and thought she was going to die, she asked him to help pass on a message, but he refused to say a word.
Now, he actually took out the best Jinchuangsan to treat her injuries.
All because she saw his favoritism towards her.
No one on the mountain was a fool. Although they doubted her, excluded her, and envied her, because he treated her well and cared about her, others also guessed his feelings and treated her well.
However, the kindness and hospitality shown by the fox borrowing the power of the tiger are probably just empty words.
If one day, he, the tiger, makes a mistake, I'm afraid that the higher Miss Chu climbs, the harder she will fall.
The story of praising plum blossoms is an example.
Today it is Song Mei, tomorrow it will be Song Yaojie.
He pinched his eyebrows.
Sometimes I thought I was doing something good for her, but after all the twists and turns, I ended up hurting her.
Maybe... he needs to think about her again.
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