Chapter 71 She Speaks Again
The night was dark, and the faint moonlight shone through the paper-covered wooden windows. The sparks from the oil lamp swayed gently at the head of the bed, casting the shadows of the two people on the mottled wallpaper, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
Sheng Ran was still holding the quilt that Ling Rui had thrown to the ground, but she was so frightened by his appearance that she forgot to move for a moment.
Ling Rui was lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, holding the clay pot filled with sake tightly in his arms. When he sensed her approaching, he threw the pot away and held Sheng Ran's hand tightly.
The beautiful golden hair was spread out in a mess on the bed, stained with some wine, like a bunch of flowers wet by rain.
His eyelashes were also wet with tears, like grass covered with morning dew, hanging in a mess in his narrow and deep eyes.
The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, mixed with his usual scent, but strangely enough it wasn't choking.
Sheng Ran squatted down carefully and looked at his bedside. She suddenly remembered that this was not the first time she saw Ling Rui cry.
Last time, also in Beining City, also in this inn, Ling Rui frantically encouraged her to speak. She held her head in agony, repeating over and over, "I can't hear you, I really can't hear a word!"
Sheng Ran still doesn't understand what he was talking about at that time.
Isn't she a mute? It's normal that she can't speak. It's not the first time he knows this.
It was precisely because she couldn't open her mouth and couldn't ask anything that Sheng Ran didn't delve further.
After traveling through time for so long, the communication between her and the beastly husbands remained at a very superficial level and they had never opened their hearts to each other.
She always felt that after all, they were roommates who were only together for a few months and would soon be separated. It was good to maintain mutual help and peaceful coexistence, and there was no need to make a fuss.
But after seeing Ling Rui crying for no apparent reason twice in a row, Sheng Ran actually felt a pang of sadness.
Perhaps, she should find a way to get to know the beastly husband next to her better?
Sheng Ran decided to start from now on and find out what Ling Rui was troubled by.
She couldn't help but struggle, trying to pull her wrist out of his palm so that she could feed him the sobering tea.
Ling Rui suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red as if burning with sparks, but without any focus.
Just realizing that she was about to pull away, Ling Rui cried even harder, with water hanging on his eyelashes and tears rolling down his cheeks, hitting the back of her hand, burning like pebbles.
"Don't... don't leave me..." His voice trembled, and the ending tone was choked with a sob she had never heard before, "My wife, why, why don't you want to spend more time with me even in my dreams? Am I really not pleasing to you..."
Sheng Ran really couldn't do anything with him, so she gave up resisting and gently stroked his fur.
Ling Rui's emotions finally stabilized again. His eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled from time to time, as if he was swallowing something, still recalling the aroma of the wine.
"It's so nice, I'm drunk... I can dream about my wife, and she will coax me..." He smacked his lips, it was so beautiful.
Sheng Ran curled her lips helplessly. It seemed that there was no chance to sober him up, so she might as well take this opportunity to observe what he said after he got drunk.
After all, there is a saying that goes, truth comes out when drunk.
She poked Ling Rui's cheeks curiously, and the male beast's breath was filled with the hot smell of alcohol.
"My wife has suffered so much with us..." He suddenly buried his face in her palms, the hot air rubbing against her skin, his voice muffled and vague like a dream, "We all know how good my wife is now... Not only can she cook delicious food, but she can also help us heal our wounds... In my opinion, you are a hundred times better than any other mistress in the world. You are the saint in my heart..."
"We were unable to clear your name, nor could we find a way to cure your throat. We even caused you to be bullied by those people after you came to Beining City!"
When it came to the angry part, Ling Rui gritted his teeth and a low lion's roar rolled out of his throat. His knuckles were clenched white and almost dug into the flesh of her wrist.
But the next second he let go and suddenly fell into great sadness.
"Is this why you want to drive us away..." His shoulders suddenly trembled, a suppressed tremor that he dared not let out loud, "Wife, I want to stay by your side..."
Sheng Ran's breathing stopped, and there was a hint of disbelief in her dilated pupils.
Ling Rui must be joking. When did he want to stay?
In her impression, Ling Rui first accepted her after hearing that she was willing to cancel the engagement.
Isn't it for this reason that he treats her so well? Why is he so reluctant to leave all of a sudden?
Sheng Ran couldn't help but think of Pei Xiaoxing last time, who also used a curse to express his feelings and wanted to stay with her.
What happened to these beastly husbands? One by one, they all changed their minds and decided not to leave?
The same question was thrown in front of Sheng Ran for the second time, and her attitude was more serious.
During the time she had traveled to this beast world, Sheng Ran was busy trying to survive, busy making novel delicacies, busy figuring out how to make money, busy reducing her darkening value and recovering her body, but she never dared to think that she would be able to make these beast husbands stay.
The coldness of the wild tribe was too harsh, and the hearts of the people in the Beast World were too treacherous. She always felt that she was just a passer-by, but at this moment, Ling Rui's hot tears fell on the back of her hand, making her hesitate for the first time about the word "separation".
Sheng Ran stared at Ling Rui's face and asked silently, "Are you really willing to stay?"
Hearing his wife's inner voice, Ling Rui's eyes lit up with excitement. This dream seemed quite real.
The next second, tears fell like beads from a broken string, rolling down her jawline into her collar. "I'm willing... but I don't have the chance. I'm not worthy of being by your side..."
He spoke incoherently, and thinking of the declining cat clan, he couldn't help but feel depressed. "I can't abandon my entire family. I have to return to Central City and shoulder the responsibility of being the heir."
Having said that, Sheng Ran finally understood why Ling Rui was worried.
He really wanted to stay, but he had reasons for leaving.
Sheng Ran wanted to say something, but could only open her mouth in vain, and no sound came out of her throat.
She could only bend down and gently pat his trembling back with her other hand, as if comforting a frightened cub.
Ling Rui probably took the slap as a response, and suddenly pulled her into his arms with force.
"Wife..." His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice hoarse and about to break, "If only I could dream forever..."
These words were like a needle, piercing Sheng Ran's heart unexpectedly. She raised her hands and clumsily wrapped them around his sweaty back, suddenly feeling a little sad.
She and Ling Rui both have their own persistence, and no matter what happens in the future, they are destined not to be able to stay with each other.
This silent comfort made Ling Rui even more desperate.
In the halo of the oil lamp, the blond orc held her tightly, like a drowning man holding onto a piece of driftwood.
Tears wet her shoulders, hot with the smell of alcohol. Sheng Ran couldn't bear it and didn't want to see his tearful eyes.
“…Don’t cry.”
She instinctively opened her throat, but an unexpected sound came out.
Sheng Ran was slow to realize that this was actually the sound she made.
——Did she speak again just now?
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