Su Luo didn't know how long she had slept.
I woke up groggily to a familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.
Why does it feel both familiar and strange?
It's because this is the basement where Song Lingshan once imprisoned him, and he hasn't been back for over five years.
Su Luo hurriedly got up, only to find that she couldn't get up at all. Her hands and feet were tied with hemp rope, and her body was firmly tied to the bed in a spread-eagle position.
His suit jacket was removed, leaving him in a white shirt and trousers.
No way?
Is Song Lingshan going to lock him up again?
No! Being imprisoned is worse than death. It would be better to give him a quick death.
Su Luo looked around but didn't see Song Lingshan. Anxiously, she called out to the door.
"Ling Shan, Ling Shan!"
I called for a long time, but no one came.
Her voice was hoarse from shouting, and just as Su Luo was about to give up, the door finally opened from the outside.
Song Lingshan looked much prettier than before, with her waist-length straight black hair curled into big waves and her face adorned with exquisite and glamorous makeup.
Wearing a burgundy satin slip dress that perfectly showcased her stunning figure, and a pair of patent leather high heels, she was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
But Su Luo had no time to appreciate her stunning beauty, because she was holding a gleaming triangular military dagger.
He had never seen this knife in real life; he had only seen it in movies and TV shows. It could stab a person and leave a square, bloody hole. It was difficult to stop the bleeding, and the pain was unimaginable.
Su Luo swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his face, and feigned composure.
What are you doing with that knife?
Song Lingshan walked to Su Luo's bedside.
He gently patted Su Luo's cheek with the cool back of the knife, his eyes curving into beautiful crescent shapes.
"I'm sending you on your way. Didn't I just say I wanted you dead?"
Su Luo's hair stood on end, and his face turned deathly pale.
Although he wasn't afraid of death, he was still afraid when he was really about to die, especially in such a painful and torturous way. He asked in a trembling voice.
"You knew all along?"
Song Lingshan lowered her eyelashes slightly, gently slicing through Su Luo's thin shirt with the tip of her knife, and murmured.
"Actually, I can understand why you and Ozawa Nami rekindled your old flame. After all, you broke up because of me, and you had a foundation of feelings for each other."
"But I really don't understand why you got Qiluo pregnant. Come on, tell me, what were you thinking? If you can give me a convincing reason, I won't be angry anymore and I'll spare your life."
Su Luo gave a bitter smile.
How could he possibly find a suitable reason?
If at first she was forced by Qiluo and had no way to resist, later she was completely enjoying herself and didn't consider Song Lingshan's feelings at all, thinking that if Song Lingshan didn't know, it was as if nothing had happened.
He used Qiluo as a tool to vent his frustrations.
Thinking of this, Su Luo took a deep breath, looked up at her, and resigned himself to his fate.
"I deserve to die, just kill me."
Upon hearing this...
Song Lingshan's hand gripping the knife handle trembled violently, and the tip of the knife accidentally sliced through his pale chest.
The cut wasn't deep, but bright red blood still seeped out.
That's strange.
Su Luo's blood was red; she had thought his blood would be black, as black as his heart.
To say that his heart is black is not accurate enough.
After all, it was just her guess; she didn't actually take it out to check.
However, this will soon be verified.
She decided to take his heart out and examine it closely to see what color it was.
Su Luo groaned in pain, her body trembling slightly.
Clenching my teeth, I tried my best to stay awake.
Song Lingshan withdrew her hand, extended her tongue and gently licked the blood droplets from the tip of the knife. Her beautiful fox-like eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, and her voice was hoarse and seductive.
Do you have any last words?
Su Luo shook her head gently, as if she felt no pain, and said calmly.
"No last words, but that is one wish."
Since I'm really going to die, I want to have some fun before I die.
He has truly cemented his reputation as a scumbag and a beast.
Song Lingshan raised her eyebrows and said with interest.
Tell me about it.
If Sulo were to ask for himself, after his death.
Don't hurt Kira, or Nami and his daughter, then she'll let him die slowly and torture him properly.
Su Luo looked into Song Lingshan's eyes and gave her a slightly roguish smile.
"Before I die, can I sleep with you one more time?"
Song Lingshan asked incredulously, "What did you say?"
Su Luo's smile deepened, but tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke in a trembling voice.
"Because after I go to hell, I will never see you again. Is my request too much?"
He didn't believe in reincarnation; he believed that when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out—they won't be reincarnated. So, he wanted to spend more time with Song Lingshan in the final moments of his life.
I want to remember her at her most beautiful.
Song Lingshan's heart suddenly clenched, her chest heaved violently, she tilted her head back slightly, biting her lip hard to keep the tears from falling.
It took me a while to calm myself down.
He threw the knife to the ground and lowered his head to silently help Su Luo untie the ropes.
As soon as the rope was untied, Su Luo slowly sat up, reached out and hugged Song Lingshan, eagerly kissing her soft lips.
Song Lingshan hugged him tightly.
The kiss was tender and passionate, as if everything around us had disappeared.
The two had spoken many times before, but this time it was more somber and lengthy than any other.
It felt like time had stopped.
Much later.
Song Lingshan nestled in Su Luo's warm arms.
Gazing at the gleaming triangular bayonet on the ground, he curled his lips into a meaningful smile.
...
(The End)
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