Chapter 69. Amidst the loose, light-colored long hair, a pair of jade-green eyes were suddenly revealed...
My tongue still aches slightly.
The smell of blood mixed with the aroma of alcohol lingered on the lips and teeth.
It feels both familiar and strange.
When Shen Yun returned to his residence at the government office, it was already completely dark. He casually tossed his coat on the ground and stepped over it.
If others saw this, they would be very surprised. When did the usually meticulous Master Shen become so unkempt?
Shen Yun savored the mellow wine sip by sip... and the taste of blood in his mouth.
It's a bit strange, but it's actually not bad.
When she recalled the shocked and terrified look in the boy's eyes when she kissed him, Shen Yun couldn't help but laugh.
Then Shen Yun did laugh, a muffled laugh that burst from his chest causing his shoulders to tremble uncontrollably. He covered his eyes as he laughed.
Tears welled up from my laughter.
But Chen Yun still didn't stop.
Isn't it funny?
—That's hilarious.
Just because you've never done anything outrageous, do you really think that Shen Yun is some kind of virtuous and abstinent gentleman?
—No, that's not it.
I have always, always harbored ill intentions towards the boy.
Rather, it was because Shen Yun vaguely sensed her own unspeakable desires, that intense urge to completely possess the boy, to turn him into her private property…
Shen Yun wanted to see that gentle face, whether smiling or indifferent, imbued with more interesting colors because of her...
That's why Shen Yun had to be extra careful and always maintain a safe distance from the other person.
But just now, Shen Yun almost lost control of herself.
The bleeding from the wound had stopped, but the smell of blood lingered for a long time.
After the sudden pain subsided, the body's desire only intensified.
"...You still bit too lightly."
Shen Yun stopped laughing. He muttered to himself and poured himself another glass.
What Pipa didn't know was that Shen Yun's perception of pain was much weaker than that of ordinary people. So, the bite the boy took in a moment of desperation was more like a kind of indirect stimulation, or even a form of entertainment, than an attack.
Fortunately, Shen Yun's self-control is as extraordinary as her sensitivity to pain.
So after a moment of distraction, Shen Yun immediately realized his lapse in composure. He hurriedly left the room, almost fleeing in panic.
This was probably the first time Shen Yun had ever been so disheveled since she could remember.
Shen Yun wasn't even sure if she could maintain her relative rationality if she stayed there.
But he was certain that at some point, he did want to take the boy right there and then—ignoring his resistance and panic, and forcefully kissing his tear-soaked, flustered face.
Not just at that time.
Even when she was drinking alone in her residence, the thought of the various expressions she might see on the boy's face made Shen Yun feel a tightness and heat rising in her lower abdomen.
The heat mixed with alcohol flowed through the blood, constantly surging into every part of the body.
What ultimately prevented Shen Yun from taking extreme action was actually a trivial idea.
—I don't want to be afraid.
I don't want to be treated like a monster and kept at a distance.
So, when Pipa couldn't see her, Chen Yun stabbed herself hard with the dagger she always carried.
His extensive experience in interrogation made him all too aware of how to skillfully avoid vital organs while eliciting a peculiar kind of pain.
Perhaps he should grant the wish of the Lu family's little girl.
Just as he said before, for Pipa, Lu Qingyao and himself were actually quite similar.
So Shen Yun thought that it would be better to let Lu Qingyao take Pipa away from here, so that before she completely lost control and couldn't help but hurt the boy, she could keep him safely away from her.
But is he really willing to accept this?
...But are you really willing to give it up?
Shen Yun took another swig of wine, her sense of taste already somewhat numb.
He raised his eyes, which were reddened by alcohol and his vision became somewhat blurred, and suddenly he saw a pair of light green embroidered shoes.
Above that was a stiff corpse wrapped in a pale yellow dress.
Shen Yun saw his deceased mother again.
The original bluish-purple face had been covered with white powder, and even the incredibly long tongue had been stuffed back in.
Shen Yun remembered; it was her mother's face at the funeral, cleverly altered, no longer resembling its original ferocious and terrifying appearance.
Her pursed, crimson lips seemed to wear a strange smile, and her bloodshot eyes, covered by long, drooping eyelashes, gave her a kind of compassionate look, like Guanyin with her lowered brows.
Suddenly, those brightly painted lips parted and opened.
Shen Yun heard the voice of her long-dead mother.
'Silly child, isn't there a better way?'
The woman chided him playfully, but in a tone of unprecedented intimacy: 'If you don't want to hurt that person, then simply…'
--simply?
As if hearing Shen Yun's silent agreement, the woman's lips suddenly curled up into a malicious smile.
'Just kill yourself.'
Shen Yun remained silent for a while after hearing this, looking as if she had been bewitched by the other party.
Just as the woman's smile grew increasingly smug, Shen Yun suddenly smiled too, but with a hint of contempt.
"Just like you?"
"..."
"That's incredibly stupid."
As Shen Yun spoke, before the female ghost on the beam could pounce on him with a hideous face, he casually smashed a plate on the table, picked up a shard, and plunged it into his body.
It doesn't hurt.
But Shen Yun still woke up.
The room reeked of alcohol, and his head was throbbing.
Shen Yun glanced at the sky outside the window; it was still dark, but that was because it was still raining.
He changed his clothes, quickly washed up, and then walked directly into the rain with an umbrella.
Today, Shen Yun did not have any official duties, so he had personal matters to attend to.
The passageway, illuminated by the firelight, seemed more like daytime than the rain-soaked world above.
Along the way, guards bowed and paid their respects to Shen Yun.
The deeper you go, the fewer people there are.
Finally, Shen Yun arrived at her destination.
Unlike the other compartments in the secret cell, this one was truly airtight.
After the guards unlocked the chains and iron gates, and with the addition of the deep, resonant token, the last door slowly opened.
At Shen Yun's signal, the guards retreated to a distance.
Shen Yun entered the prison cell alone.
The room was pitch black, with the rustling sound of chains clanging.
Shen Yun walked into the darkness with practiced ease, and then lit the oil lamps on the wall one by one.
As the room gradually brightened, a figure imprisoned by chains emerged.
As if startled by the sudden burst of light, the figure huddled in the corner, head down, raising an arm to shield his eyes. With his movement, the chains on his wrist rattled and tugged.
Despite being a prisoner, his clothes were not dirty; in fact, they were quite neat.
Judging by the color of his hair alone, you might mistake him for an old man.
But the pale hand blocking his way was clearly the kind of hand a young man would have.
After lighting the oil lamp, Shen Yun turned around and quietly gazed at the figure in the corner. After a moment, she said, "It's been a long time since I've visited you. I wonder how my cousin has been doing lately?"
"..."
"It's alright if you don't want to talk. I know my cousin has never liked seeing me, but there's one person you'll definitely want to know about."
"..."
“That kid has grown taller recently, he’s almost up to my chin now. When was the last time you saw him? It’s been almost three years, hasn’t it? Three years is enough time for a half-grown child to grow into a teenager.”
"..."
"Now, not only me, but the little girl from the Lu family is also smitten with him. She even said she wants to redeem him from his servitude and then elope with him. The boy doesn't seem to mind. So, who knows, maybe he actually prefers girls to us—"
It's unclear what part of Shen Yun's words struck a chord with the other person.
The prisoner, who had been keeping his head down and remaining silent, suddenly raised his eyes.
Amidst the loose, light-colored long hair, a pair of jade-green eyes were suddenly revealed, staring intently at the newcomer with a sinister gaze.
If Pipa were there, he would be incredibly shocked to recognize that the other person was none other than Li Xiao, who had already died in the fire.
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