Chapter 77 I'm cooking inside.
Hua Deng's hand, trembling, was led by him to undress him.
He was dressed in a black robe today, the collar fastened to his Adam's apple, meticulously.
Hua Deng was still weak from head to toe after what he had just done, and it was very difficult for her to untangle herself.
He seemed determined to stand by and watch, so he just stood there, waiting patiently.
The buttons were undone, and the outer robe fell down, followed by the inner garment and the undergarment...
Hua Deng gritted her teeth inwardly. Wearing so much, was it intentional?
Finally, his upper body was fully exposed to her view.
His muscles were beautifully defined, and his physique was lean and not rugged, which was her favorite look from the past to the present.
But looking at the lanterns, he couldn't feel happy at all.
Because she knew that beneath that fabric, she would soon suffer.
She withdrew her hand, not wanting to touch it again.
But it was no use. With a slight pull, he drew her hand back and commanded, "Continue."
Her hand touched the edge of the fabric.
Let's continue, what does she have to be afraid of!
With a snap of his fingers and a determined look, he reached out and yanked, turning his face away as if he didn't really want to face certain things.
But the most disobedient one still ended up in her hands.
She quietly opened one eye and glanced at Shen Zhou's face.
Even at this moment, even when he was in someone else's control, he still lowered his eyes, his brows remaining calm and composed.
If it weren't for the sound and warmth coming from her palm, which almost made her drop it, she might have really been fooled.
Hua Deng had never felt the fireplace in the room burn so brightly.
The firelight reflected on her cheeks, making her feel almost intoxicated.
Chen Zhou placed his hand on her shoulder, leaned down, and asked in a perfunctory tone, "Hua Deng, is it alright?"
Hua Deng is about to start cursing.
You can ask your question, but what's with your other hand? Are you giving her room to refuse?
That hand moved with practiced ease, stirring a shiver in her. She truly couldn't refuse; to refuse would only make her feel worse.
But suddenly, the word "okay" that was on the tip of her tongue paused. She inexplicably wanted to know what would happen if she rejected Shen Zhou.
As it turns out, courting death is human nature.
She gasped for breath, wrapped her arms around his neck, blinked away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said innocently, "No... sweetie."
Shen Zhou remained in the same position, looking down at her, and she returned the look arrogantly.
A rough, large hand gripped her lower back, pulling her upwards until their faces were almost touching, noses rubbing against each other.
He said nothing, his gaze fixed on her, unfathomable and dark as an approaching storm.
Hua Deng shrugged, deliberately adopting a timid posture, and asked pitifully, "Are you going to force me?"
Shen Zhou bit her neck.
The teeth ground against her skin, causing a slight stinging sensation, but mostly a tingling itch.
After a long silence, Hua Deng heard a few words roll out from his throat: "What do you think?"
Hua Deng smiled and hugged his head: "I knew you wouldn't want to part with him."
Shen Zhou didn't say a word, but pressed her down onto the table.
With a soft cry, Hua Deng fell backward, her hands flailing wildly, knocking over the remaining plate of jujubes.
She pressed the bright red jujube under her hand, and although she tried to get up, she could not move.
Fragments of the tulle skirt drifted to the ground.
Breaths intertwine, warmth is shared.
The lights of the streetlights closed and opened again.
She could see it as soon as she looked down; she could see the distinct knuckles of her hand.
Unlike his pale appearance ten thousand years ago, his skin is now close to wheat-colored, and the soft, white skin between his fingers almost overflows, making the red spot stand out even more.
The spilled jujubes were crushed by her taut palms, then released weakly, over and over again.
She thought vaguely, what a waste! This is something that's priceless, and she's only eaten a few pieces.
She immediately lost interest in thinking about these things.
Shen Zhou was already familiar with what to do.
He teased her with a soft, seductive voice, nibbling at her ear, asking again and again—
"Why can't you have lights on?"
"Hua Deng, don't you want me?"
"Would you be willing to have your streetlights replaced by someone else?"
Hua Deng, feeling dizzy and disoriented, replied groggily, "I didn't... It's just that you haven't been willing to listen to my explanation..."
He stopped, raised his head from in front of her, and stared intently into her eyes: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Hua Deng couldn't push him away, so she let him maintain that posture. After finally catching her breath, she recounted the events of that time in fits and starts.
"I really didn't expect it to turn out like this." She stroked his hair, awkwardly trying to comfort him. "I didn't want you to worry, but you insisted I stay..."
Shen Zhou paused in stroking her left middle finger, then pinched the ring and softly interrupted her, "This ring contains my sword intent, you know that."
Hua Deng: "Hmm?"
He calmly asked, "Why didn't you kill that person?"
Hua Deng: "???"
Who should I kill? You think I'd kill yourself?!
“What will you do if I kill him?” She observed his expression and realized he wasn’t joking. “Besides, could I even kill him? You were already very strong back then.”
Shen Zhou remained silent, then suddenly grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
Hua Deng knelt on the couch, and he pressed himself against her from behind, along with that despicable fellow who had brushed against her thigh.
She shuddered.
With tears welling in her eyes, she turned to look at him: "Chen Zhou..."
The person she called out to pause for a moment, then reached out and covered her eyes: "Hua Deng, don't look at me like that."
Then, a movement occurred. Both of them let out a muffled groan.
They filled each other, tore each other apart. The distinct sensation made her hold her breath and her heart race.
He didn't rudely disregard her wishes; he just tormented her.
I passed by again and again, and left again and again.
Hua Deng clenched her nails into her palms, wanting to curse Shen Zhou, to call him a bad bodyguard.
The bodyguard should have obeyed his employer, instead of contradicting her so excessively, repeatedly, until she was filled with resentment and could only sob.
Before we knew it, the snow had fallen heavily again.
"Is it okay to use the lanterns?" he asked again.
Hua Deng just wouldn't budge.
He chuckled softly, unhurriedly.
The poor soul who was being tortured was so fragile that he couldn't withstand the shock at all. He soon burst into tears and begged for mercy.
However, Hua Deng herself was different; she bit her lower lip until it left a mark, and still didn't say a single good word.
Finally, Shen Zhou sighed softly, parted her lips with his fingertips to prevent her from biting herself, and slowly tightened his arms around her, saying in a low, hoarse voice, "Hua Deng, what else do you want from me?"
Hua Deng then snorted and raised her chin, saying, "Chen Zhou, do you know? You were really annoying back then."
Shen Zhou smiled faintly and said, "How am I annoying?"
Hua Deng revealed all his crimes in one fell swoop.
He cheated at cards with her, threw away her newly bought jade hairpin and insisted on giving it to her himself, and his attitude was extremely bad, especially when she had pain in her meridians.
"I'm in so much pain, and you still make me beg you? You're really going too far!" she said, looking aggrieved.
Shen Zhou raised an eyebrow and gave an ambiguous "oh," sounding rather indifferent.
Hua Deng got even angrier. Despite the discomfort in her legs, she smirked and said, "Aren't you feeling unwell right now?"
She retorted defiantly, "Then beg me."
Shen Zhou chuckled softly and said leisurely, "It's his fault, why punish me?"
Hua Deng said, "I don't care, you brought this on yourself."
Shen Zhou said, "Your idea is good, but unfortunately I said I would punish you. If you want to hear me beg you, I will do it another day."
But today...
He placed his hand on her brow, infusing it with a trace of magic.
Hua Deng felt as if something had changed, yet also as if nothing had.
Until that finger traced her cheek, brushed across her jaw, neck, and collarbone, and slowly moved forward.
It was clearly a slight contact, yet it felt like an electric current surged through me, making my spine go limp.
She remembered the magic he had learned from the Hehuan Sect.
He hasn't forgotten!
"Shen Zhou, you bastard..."
"The worst is yet to come."
The man remained unmoved and went even further than before, grabbing her by the neck.
The streetlights trembled like leaves, and my pupils went unfocused.
He really used force, pinching that spot that should have been carefully protected.
Hua Deng cried and struggled, hitting and biting him.
He didn't comfort her; although he let go, he simply changed the way he punished her.
With a flick of his wrist, the slap landed, neither too hard nor too soft, hitting her precisely where she was least expecting it.
Hua Deng's mind went blank.
The bittersweet pleasure was like cold water splashed into a hot oil pan, frying her into a tangled mess.
It took her a long time to come back to her senses. At first, she couldn't believe it, and then she felt so ashamed and angry that she wanted to die.
How dare he!
She's going to kill Shen Zhou!
But her crying and cursing did not stop him; instead, he continued to yell twice more.
Being in the same place makes it even more vulnerable.
As indoor temperatures rise, snowmelt is melting faster.
Shen Zhou's wet fingers brushed against her lips as he smiled and said, "Hua Deng, this seems like a reward for you, doesn't it?"
Hua Deng's eyes were red-rimmed as she cursed him, "No... if you dare to do it again... I..."
She heard another clear sound, which coincided perfectly with the crackling sound of the fire burning in the stove.
She bit her finger, unable to control herself.
She would never... do something like that...
It's all Shen Zhou's fault for his magic! It's all his fault!
The scoundrel who was utterly wicked in her heart suddenly became gentle, soothing her with his hand while asking tenderly, "Is it alright, Hua Deng?"
Hua Deng's voice was hoarse: "Yes, yes...it really is possible..."
He asked deliberately, "What can I do?"
"Anything is fine... Shen Zhou, stop playing around..."
"I don't understand, what can I say?"
Hua Deng sobbed a few times, then turned around and whispered the words he wanted to hear in his ear.
Shen Zhou kissed her, smiled slightly, and clamped her chin, forcing her to lower her head.
"The lights are on."
So she looked.
Watch how he commanded that creature, like a wild beast seeking its nest, to claim its territory.
Actually, you don't need to look at it at all; just feeling it is enough to understand.
The little creature she used to play with and tease at will has become a stranger to her, so ferocious that it makes her tremble with fear.
Didn't he want to chop it off?
He should just chop it off!
She felt like she was about to reach her goal after only getting started.
How could it be all of them...?
People will die, won't they?
But she did indeed watch as the little guy slowly entered the nest, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Good girl, Hua Deng." Chen Zhou stroked her cheek and whispered affectionately.
He swallowed most of it, then stopped; he was afraid of making her uncomfortable if he bit too hard.
However, Hua Deng misunderstood his meaning, thinking that the punishment was over.
She wanted to break free from him and escape.
Little did he know that this action would only anger him.
He couldn't tolerate her leaving.
The hand around her waist suddenly pushed her backward!
There wasn't even a final act of pity.
The streetlights suddenly went silent, her sobs caught in her throat and stopped abruptly, her mind went blank, and fireworks exploded with a crackling sound.
Shen Zhou held her tightly.
They were very close.
It took quite a while for the streetlights to regain their sound.
She could not make out what he said, only vaguely hearing him ask, "Does it hurt?"
She was disoriented, and after a moment, slowly shook her head.
Of course it doesn't hurt.
Her body is immune to pain, or rather, all pain is transformed into a kind of pleasure.
But as soon as she finished speaking, her mind cleared up instantly, especially when she heard Shen Zhou laughing as he bit the back of her neck. She immediately realized something was wrong.
"It hurts, it hurts so much! Wait a minute—"
But Shen Zhou wouldn't wait any longer.
He abandoned restraint and tore away his pretense.
He still wanted her to watch, to keep her eyes wide open, to see that guy coming and going tirelessly.
Hua Deng had witnessed wild beasts raiding their territory in the forest.
Just like now. That's true of almost all wild beasts.
The splashes it creates as it passes through mountain streams, the sounds it makes as it bites its prey, its increasingly ferocious appearance, and its increasingly out-of-control speed.
It can only be described as brutal.
The snow outside the window is falling heavily.
Hua Deng tilted her slender neck back, gazing blankly at the sky. She clung to the windowsill with both hands, her body lurching forward. Each time she was about to slip out of control, she would be pulled back, dragged to the deepest point.
Snowflakes fell on her skin.
She felt no chill at all; her blood was boiling, her body felt like it was on fire, and her tears mingled with the snowflakes.
She felt as if she were walking on a cloud, with only a white line beneath her feet, teetering on the brink of collapse, unsure of where the exit was or how to escape.
Only the deepest daylight could grant her the exhilarating pleasure of severing the white thread.
So she pleaded and begged for mercy, and he, seemingly unable to bear it, exerted his strength, causing the white line to break and her to fall.
She fell for a very long time, and for a while she forgot everything.
But just when she thought she had found an exit and could finally catch her breath, she was horrified to discover that he hadn't left at all.
He's still the same as before.
He was waiting for her, waiting for the punishment to continue.
There's no escaping the glare of the city lights.
A strand of her hair hanging in front of her was lifted by his slender fingers, and then his hand fell down, stroking the long hair hanging down in front of her abdomen.
Press down on that faint outline and apply fierce force.
The lights screamed.
He laughed silently, with a kind of obsessive infatuation, as if finally satisfied, and let out a sigh:
"Hua Deng, I'm inside."
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