Chapter 36 Broken Mirror He was abandoned by He Jiuyue again.
Under the flickering candlelight, the two people are very close, like two leaves that have floated down from a tree and accidentally overlapped each other. Hidden by the quilt, the two have merged into one, and you have to look closely to see that they are two leaves.
"Hmm," He Jiuyue relaxed for a moment. Wen Zheliu was about to seize the opportunity to speak, but was hit hard as soon as he opened his mouth. He let out a vague groan of pain, "Hmm..."
The tears in the corners of his eyes finally slid down his cheeks like a stream from a mountain.
"Does it hurt?" He Jiuyue's hand stopped at his slightly sunken waist.
She paused, and couldn't help but poke it twice.
"Hiss!" A slight itch came over him, and Wen Zheliu couldn't help but twisted his waist twice.
It doesn't sound like a cruel rejection, but rather a clear invitation.
"It doesn't matter if it hurts." He Jiuyue stopped exerting force on her hands.
She was still quite full after the lovemaking just now, and was not in a hurry to have another meal. Just as she was about to let go of Wen Zheliu, she was pulled back by him.
"It doesn't hurt." Wen Zheliu held her hand and exerted slight downward force.
After such a tender moment, not only the strong He Jiuyue felt hot, but the frail Wen Zheliu also broke out in a sweat, with a slightly wet back.
When her fingertips touched the skin that was several times wetter and hotter than usual, He Jiuyue felt numb as if she had been electrocuted, and she withdrew her hand immediately.
She looked down and smelled the willow branches.
His ability to seduce people has not diminished in the slightest.
"That's it," He Jiuyue said in a tone that brooked no argument. "You just said you weren't feeling well, so I won't force you."
It was rare for a lonely body and mind to be comforted. Wen Zheliu hadn't felt comfortable enough yet. When he heard that He Jiuyue wanted to stop, his eyes widened with anxiety and he hurriedly grabbed He Jiuyue's withdrawing hand: "I can do it."
Afraid that he had spoken too softly and He Jiuyue hadn't heard clearly, he rubbed the rough calluses on her hands with his fair cheek and slowly uttered words of encouragement from his thin lips.
"Wuhuan, I won't force you...please love me more, okay?"
He was like a cat that had been abandoned by its owner. By chance, he returned to his owner's arms again, but he didn't have the courage to lie in his owner's arms and act coquettishly as before. He could only rub carefully at his owner's feet, praying for a little mercy.
He Jiuyue trembled all over.
No matter how many times he tried, he still didn't change his trick of asking for help from others.
He had tried it many times before and it always worked. He took advantage of her favor and became arrogant. He took advantage of her indulgence and played her around. For him, she almost gave up her elder brother and younger brother.
She couldn't touch such a dangerous wild cat again.
"That's almost it." He Jiuyue pulled his hand away coldly.
The source of warmth in his palm disappeared, and Wen Zheliu's gaze subconsciously followed He Jiuyue's hand.
"What do you mean almost done?" The corners of his eyes suddenly turned red.
He Jiuyue closed her eyes, leaned over, and put on her black boots that she had hurriedly put on next to the couch.
"I have to go." She said without looking up.
The fetus in the womb sensed the mother's distance and began to twitch impatiently, guiding the father to follow the mother. Wen Zheliu pursed her lips and gritted her teeth to endure the severe pain in her stomach that was becoming more and more urgent and severe.
He tried his best to endure it, but with little success. Every time he opened his mouth, he gasped in pain.
"You, you've only been here for a short while, are you leaving again?"
He did not ask He Jiuyue about abandoning him in the suburbs of Beijing before, but just used the word "again" secretly, trying to arouse the few sympathies He Jiuyue had for him.
He Jiuyue turned her head away, avoiding his hopeful eyes.
"When I came here, I told you I could only stay for a moment."
She shrugged. "You don't like being forced by me anyway. Shouldn't you be happy that I'm leaving? Why do you look like you're about to cry again?"
Yes, according to this logic, he should be excited, but the thought of her leaving made his heart ache like a needle.
She was leaving him again.
Still with this attitude of "You are not happy with me, if I let you go, both you and I will be at ease."
But when did he say that he didn't like it?
Wen Zheliu's eyes turned red and he spoke word by word.
"When you leave, I cry for joy."
As soon as the words came out, they were both stunned.
He Jiuyue blinked three times in succession, lowered her head and tidied herself up. Wen Zheliu clenched the sheets in her hands, and her usually clear mind became a mess.
Why is he saying such angry words again?
It was obvious that he was very sad and didn't want He Jiuyue to leave at all, but he said the opposite.
He shouldn't be like this.
Wuhuan is soft-hearted and does not respond to toughness. The tougher his attitude is, the more Wuhuan will use all his strength to deal with him, just like leading troops to a battle against a rival, instead of showing mercy as he wishes. At this time, he should say some soft words.
"Okay, as long as you're happy."
Wen Zheliu was struggling to figure out how to take back his previous rejection, but He Jiuyue had already put on her inconspicuous night clothes and replied expressionlessly.
Why is her reaction so calm?
Wen Zheliu's heart was gripped again.
The more indifferent she was, the more afraid he became.
Although He Jiuyue has been in a high position for a long time and usually does not show his emotions, she still reveals some true feelings to her childhood sweetheart.
Now she hid all her emotions, and after hearing his words which obviously had the opposite meaning, she acted as if nothing had happened, letting them go in one ear and out the other. Did she treat him as a complete outsider?
"Wuhuan, that's not what I meant." His voice was hoarse, like rough sand and gravel rubbing against each other, and he barely squeezed out a decent sentence.
"Then what do you mean?" He Jiuyue straightened his back and asked calmly.
Her peach blossom eyes drooped, giving him a scrutinizing look.
With an aggressive gaze, he looked up and down at Wen Zheliu, who only had an ambiguous inner garment loosely draped over her shoulders, and vaguely revealed an infinitely beautiful appearance.
Under such pressure, Wen Zheliu's lips trembled, as if he was stripped of his clothes and standing naked on the street, enduring the gossip and critical gazes of passers-by, unable to utter a word.
"Why are you silent? Don't you want to explain?"
He Jiyue slowly put on the black mask and raised his chin towards Wen Zheliu, whose lips were trembling. "I'll give you another half a minute, you can speak."
"I," Wen Zheliu swallowed his saliva, but still couldn't hide the brokenness at the end of his voice, "I don't want you to leave."
"Well," He Jiyue nodded, "Anything else?"
Wen Zheliu sniffed and carefully put forward a request which he knew very well would most likely be rejected.
"Can you...stay?"
He Jiuyue lowered her eyelashes to hide the waves in her peach blossom eyes caused by the wind.
"cannot."
She refused directly, without even giving it a second thought, as if this was some insignificant matter that did not require repeated consideration and could be concluded immediately.
Wen Zheliu was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe, and he rubbed his chest quietly with his fingertips.
"Can't you stay a moment longer?"
"Of course not. This is He Feng's territory. Everyone outside is hers. I shouldn't be here." He Jiuyue's voice was flat, like a calm lake. "You told me this."
He lost his voice when he heard the willow being cut.
The boomerang he shot unintentionally hit him at his most vulnerable moment. It was unexpected, but the pain was so severe that he could not bear it.
"Hear the willows being cut, hear the willows being cut?"
Weirdly, Wen Zheliu's eyes were wandering, so He Jiuyue called out to him several times and patted his shoulder at the same time, finally bringing him back to his senses.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
"I..." Wen Zheliu wanted to say something but stopped.
He Jiuyue said that he would only be given half a minute more. His previous words had already taken up most of the time. What was left now was his last chance.
The pain in his abdomen came back, and Wen Zheliu came up with an idea. He placed his fingertips on his stomach, then slowly slid them down, stopping around the navel. He frowned slightly, revealing a hint of just the right amount of brokenness.
"Wuhuan, my stomach hurts."
It was clearly a normal sentence, but as soon as it came out of his mouth, Wen Zheliu felt inexplicably ashamed and lowered his head unconsciously.
He has never been one to show weakness.
Even if I feel unwell or in unbearable pain, I am used to bearing it alone instead of exposing my wounds to others and begging for mercy.
Before, he had never cried out in pain even to He Jiuyue. It was only when she asked, even pestering him to ask, that he gritted his teeth, removed the defenses he had wrapped around him, and reluctantly showed his pain.
People say that the right medicine for the right disease is the right remedy. Seeing that she was about to leave, he awkwardly used the trick of inflicting pain on himself, trying to arouse a trace of her sympathy.
...Can it succeed?
Wen Zheliu looked away too quickly and didn't see the worry that flashed across He Jiuyue's eyes, nor did she notice her hand that was halfway raised, stopped in the air, and then retracted after a moment.
"If you're in pain, go find Wu Yang. I can't treat illnesses."
He Jiuyue's voice was very soft, like the breeze on the river, which only gently created a thin layer of ripples on the water surface.
Wen Zheliu's face suddenly lost all color, his dark pupils slowly dilated, filled with disbelief, and his lips trembled constantly, looking even more miserable than if he had been beaten black and blue.
"Nothing else?"
Without receiving the expected feedback, Wen Zheliu's mind went blank. There was no guidance for his limbs on what to do next. Only his mouth, which retained muscle memory and common phrases, was acting out of habit.
"It's okay." After these words were spoken, Wen Zheliu's face turned ashen.
This mouth seems to have its own consciousness, and it always does bad things.
He opened his lips, trying to make amends, but didn't know what to say. He looked into He Jiuyue's expressionless eyes for a moment, and finally smiled palely.
"You go ahead. The security outside is tight. Be careful on the road."
"Okay." He Jiuyue did not take the original route, but opened the secret passage with a "click". She bent down and crawled into the square entrance. Her figure was agile, like a fish touching the water. She moved towards a safe direction in a graceful arc, leaving the people on the shore watching from afar.
"Master, someone just broke in. I tried my best to stop her but failed. I'm here to apologize. She was heading for the inner room. Are you hurt? Master, can you hear me? Master? Master!"
Xiaobai's familiar voice lingered in his ears, but Wen Zheliu could not hear anything and just held his head tightly.
He was abandoned by He Jiuyue again.
Her resolute attitude was so obvious.
He Jiuyue's figure walking further and further away appeared in his mind. Wen Zheliu put his white hands on his chest and coughed heart-wrenchingly. His empty stomach was cramping with pain, but he couldn't vomit anything.
After racking his stomach and coughing for a long time, he vomited blood.
The bright red blood spilled on the snow-white blanket, it was extremely dazzling. Wen Zheliu subconsciously reached out to wipe away the ambiguous bloodstains, but the scope of the stain became wider and wider.
The originally clean sheets were also stained with a sinful red.
Just like him and He Jiuyue, gradually drifting apart.
Two lines of tears welled up in my eyes, gradually blurring my vision.
Hearing about the willow being cut, his heart ached and his breathing became rapid.
A broken mirror cannot be mended, he and He Jiuyue can never go back.
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