Chapter 63 No Talk of Feelings
Luochuan stepped forward, put his arm around Sui Tang's shoulders, and handed him a piece of chewing gum.
"The smell of blood isn't nice, suppress it."
Sui Tang couldn't help but sneer, "Are you underestimating me? How can someone who works for Cheng Yi dislike the smell of blood?"
"Why."
Luo Chuan had an expression that said "You don't understand this" and waved his finger at Sui Tang.
"Just because you're used to it doesn't mean it smells good. Besides, you're going to pick up girls later, how are you going to do that when you smell like blood?"
Sui Tang touched the back of his neck and took the candy handed to him by Luo Chuan, "That's right."
Luo Chuan smiled and asked, "Why don't you just stay home and hang out with the boss all day? Isn't it because foreign girls suit your taste?"
"Fuck you," Sui Tang casually threw the gum into his mouth and chewed it vigorously, "If I want to play with foreign girls, where can I not play with them?"
"Why is that?"
The eldest son of the Sui family is a good man, but he is not at home to inherit the family business. Instead, he follows Cheng Yi and walks on the edge of a knife every day.
Sui Tang's eyelids drooped, and he glanced at Luo Chuan, smacking his lips and saying, "Don't all aristocratic families have to form marriage alliances? I have to too. The thought of getting married gives me a headache."
"If I stay outside, at least my old dad can't control me. The last time I came back for just two days, he almost caught me."
A rare look of helplessness appeared on Sui Tang's cynical face. To him, marriage was more terrifying than Cheng Yi.
"So that's how it is," Luo Chuan nodded with a look of sudden enlightenment. "Well, then, do you think the head of the family will also capture him and bring him back for marriage?"
"Who knows?" Sui Tang shrugged nonchalantly. "But with his current status, he's no longer controlled by his family, right?"
"And if a fight really breaks out, you guys will have to fight for him."
Luo Chuan waved his hands quickly, as if he was entangled by some jackal, tiger or leopard, "Hey, don't take me with you, I don't dare to fight with the old man."
"Oh."
Sui Tang chuckled with some disdain but did not answer.
"Luochuan."
Just as he reached the garden in front of the palace, a shout reached Luochuan's ears.
He looked up and saw Qu Le waving at him from the protruding balcony railing on the third floor.
The black rose dress adds a sense of coldness and arrogance under the moonlight.
Sui Tang Dynasty Qu Le waved his hand and patted Luo Chuan on the back, "Go ahead, I'm going to play too."
Luo Chuan smiled brightly, "Thank you for your hard work today, Brother Tang."
Luo Chuan stepped lightly onto the platform on the first floor, released the steel claws in his hand, and firmly placed them on the window on the third floor. The tiny sound made by the swaying of his tall and thin figure was completely drowned out by the noisy music in the living room.
With the help of the force of the contraction of the steel rope, he jumped to the third floor and squatted on the railing on the third floor as gracefully as a cat.
"You can't wait, you missed me?"
Qu Le narrowed his eyes, grabbed Luo Chuan's tie, pulled him onto the platform, put his lips to his ambiguously, and murmured, "I thought about it."
The lips of the two were so close to each other that the friction caused the air to vibrate, giving people the illusion of kissing.
Luochuan still had that signature peach-like smile, which did not change at all because of this direct confession.
"I can't bear it if you do this."
Luo Chuan placed his hands on the wall on either side of Qu Le's face, lowered his eyes to look at her with deep affection, his golden hair gleaming in the moonlight.
Qu Le narrowed her fox eyes, raised the corners of her mouth charmingly, and put her hands on Luo Chuan's neck.
"Then follow my lead."
After hearing this, Luo Chuan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and lowered his head.
"Although I really want you, Lele, you know," Luo Chuan habitually lifted Qu Le's long hair and kissed it gently, "I want all of you more."
Qu Le slightly tightened her grip on Luo Chuan's neck, holding the man tightly against the roundness of her chest. She flipped her legs over him, bared her teeth, and bit his neck hard.
Like an untamed beast, she showed her proud fangs and claws to her master.
"hiss--"
Luochuan was in unbearable pain, but he just raised his hand and rubbed Qu Le's soft hair, gently caressing and comforting her.
"Well, what an unlovable little fox."
Until blood seeped out from between her teeth, she slowly let go, stretched out her clever little tongue, and licked the wound for him.
Like a wild beast, he helped his companion lick the blood off his body and heal his wounds.
The girl's wet tongue brushed across his neck, and Luochuan's body began to stir uncontrollably. The primitive restlessness almost shattered his sanity.
"Lele, I really can't bear it anymore."
Qu Le wrapped her arms around Luo Chuan's waist, and she could feel the gradually heating changes very clearly.
Qu Le's unclear voice fell into Luo Chuan's ears, and his warm breath hit his wound, causing both pain and numbness. "Then don't endure it."
Luo Chuan glanced sideways, about to speak: "Le Le, you know..."
Qu Le suddenly stopped the movement of her tongue, buried her head deep in his neck, and breathed in the bloody scent of him, "Luo Chuan, didn't we agree not to talk about feelings?"
There was silence for a while.
Luo Chuan scratched his head and smiled suddenly, "Oh, that's right, we agreed on that."
The two of them hugged each other tightly, as if they both wanted to rub the other into their bodies.
In this silently spreading emotion, the cheerful and melodious "Brandenburg Concertos" in the venue were also tainted with a strong sense of sadness.
Luo Chuan said quietly: "Can you tell me about it?"
Qu Le rubbed his head which was buried deep in Luo Chuan's arms.
"I want to be happy for Cheng Yi," Qu Le murmured, "but the feeling of being stuck in the mud and watching others climb up is suffocating."
Luo Chuan laughed dumbly and looked at Qu Le with tenderness in his eyes, "You are really straightforward."
Qu Le raised her head and met Luo Chuan's gray-blue eyes. There was a cold flame in her eyes.
"I am a bad person, a completely bad person."
"I'm afraid of seeing others happy. I'm afraid I'll be the only one suffering."
"I want others to suffer with me."
Her voice trembled, and tears glistened in her eyes, blurring her already unclear vision.
Luo Chuan raised his hand to cover Qu Le's eyes and gently placed it on her forehead.
"I like you like this, with your claws shining."
Luo Chuan's tone was filled with seriousness that was inconsistent with his usual playful tone.
"If no one shares your pain, then I am willing, always willing."
"If following you is a mistake, I am willing to make it to the end."
Qu Le's tears slowly flowed from under Luo Chuan's palm. She bit her lips hard, as if to prevent herself from crying out loud.
Luochuan lowered his head and blocked Qu Le’s clenched mouth.
His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, swallowing up all the bloody smell in her mouth.
The passionate kiss broke out between the two people, and the force of the lips and teeth blending together was enough to wear out the skin on their lips.
Luo Chuan bit Qu Le's lips hard, as if he wanted to return the bite she had just given him on the neck.
Qu Le did not retreat, nor did she let go. She just sobbed and let Luo Chuan bite her to pieces.
Until the bright red blood slid from the corners of their lips, leaving an everlasting mark on this kiss.
Luochuan let go of Qu Le's lips and took his hand away from her eyes.
Those fox eyes that looked cold and distant even when smiling had cried so much that their original color could no longer be seen.
Luo Chuan kissed the tears that fell from Qu Le's eyes and said hesitantly, "Don't cry. Tears don't suit you."
"You are always so proud. Even your sadness and brokenness are filled with cold pride. You shouldn't cry."
Qu Le looked in a daze at Luo Chuan, the godlike boy in front of him, whose eyes were stained with tears.
"Why?" Why don't you let go?
Luo Chuan smiled that peach blossom smile again, and the only person reflected in his eyes was Qu Le. "When I first saw you at the age of seven, I knew I couldn't escape."
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