Chapter 19 Not kissing? So that's how you'll be happy.
Liu Yuhen leaned closer to her, making her face his scarred face.
His gaze shifted downwards, slowly approaching her lips, his icy breath falling on her face as he coldly said, "With a face as beautiful as yours, can't you guess?"
Jiaojiao looked blank for a moment, then gazed thoughtfully at Liu Yuhen's lips, which were inches away from hers.
He hesitated for only a second before tentatively moving closer, suddenly reducing the distance to zero.
It was like a flower gently falling onto his lips.
The contemptuous sneer on Liu Yuhen's lips finally froze completely.
Even though Shangguan Feiyan kept saying she liked him, she never let him get close to her.
He knew in his heart that no one would not find such a face repulsive, and he only wanted to use this to expose her tricks in getting close to him.
He suddenly stood up straight, took a step back, and stared at her blankly.
The kiss was fleeting, yet its aftereffects were powerful.
A faint blush rose to Jiaojiao's cheeks, and a misty haze gathered in her doe-like eyes. With a touch of shyness, she whispered, "So this makes you happy."
Liu Yuhen's thoughts were completely disrupted after a long time. His heart pounded with her charm at that moment. He suddenly lowered his eyes and walked straight out without saying a word.
His steps were quick and hurried, as if some ferocious beast was behind him.
Jiaojiao, who was left standing there, blinked lightly, not quite understanding what was going on, and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt to catch up.
"Do you want to go see what's outside?" Jiaojiao asked, struggling to follow behind him.
Liu Yuhen did not answer, and walked out of the cave in a few steps.
In the remote, untouched mountains, a dense, verdant forest stretches out before you, its trees towering into the clouds, their branches laden with lush foliage. Apart from the chirping of birds and insects, only the sound of the wind remains. Standing in such a mysterious and tranquil deep forest, one can easily feel a sense of one's own insignificance.
It's not easy to get into such a remote mountain.
He stopped, his eyes turning cold, and turned around indifferently, saying, "What exactly is this place?"
Jiaojiao almost bumped into his chest, leaned back slightly, and looked up excitedly, saying, "This is Yuqingshan, my home."
The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. Liu Yuhen didn't know whether he believed her or not, and just turned around and walked forward again.
There are no roads in the deep mountains, only winding and steep paths, and many wildly growing dead branches lie across the dense forest.
Liu Yuhen didn't use his lightness skill. He walked indifferently out of the forest. When he encountered crooked, sharp, withered branches, he didn't dodge or avoid them and just crashed into them, determined to smash himself to pieces.
Just as the withered branch was about to pierce his heart, a slender, fair hand tightly gripped the rough, sharp branch.
The sharp, withered branch instantly pierced her delicate palm, and droplets of blood soaked the thin, transparent gauze of her sleeve.
The illusion woven by Yu Die Nu is less a dream and more a small world. Once inside the dream realm, one can no longer use demonic power; she entered the realm in her physical form, and now her physique is even weaker than that of a mortal.
Liu Yuhen's gaze slowly moved upwards, following the trembling hand that was placed in front of him, until it met a pair of eyes with reddened rims.
Why do you always hurt yourself like this?
Her voice was filled with anxiety, worry, and confusion. Liu Yuhen's heart trembled for a moment, and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Liu Yuhen had no need to live."
Jiaojiao finally said what she had been wanting to say, her tone filled with a naive and bewildered look, "Who said that? You're just injured."
A look of indescribable desolation and bitterness appeared in Liu Yuhen's single eye. He closed his eyes, his voice hoarse like a dull knife, "My injury has long since healed."
Physical scars may heal eventually, but emotional wounds can never truly heal.
He closed his eyes and sighed for a moment, then felt a pull on his sleeve, instantly closing the distance between them. The next second, a warm breath brushed against his neck like a feather.
He opened his eyes, and there was a woman with beautiful features standing on tiptoe, slowly approaching him. Her nose was red, and her thin shoulders trembled slightly.
Liu Yuhen held his breath, a flicker of emotion crossing his indifferent eyes. His eyelashes lowered, his single eye fixed on her as she drew closer, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly.
Just before their lips touched, he finally lost control of his breathing, his expression tense as he coldly asked, "What are you doing?"
As he spoke, his lips moved slightly, and his warm breath landed on her lips.
Jiaojiao was startled by his sudden, cold voice. Her face flushed red, and she stopped at that almost impossibly close distance, asking with a mixture of confusion and shyness, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
Her clear eyes shimmered with a watery light, like a peach blossom in spring, about to bloom but not quite, each petal turning into a fine thread that wrapped around his suffocating heart, pulling at it and compelling it to beat again.
A beat late, he suddenly turned his face away in a disheveled manner.
Suddenly, his face was exposed, revealing his hollowed-out dark eye sockets and a small portion of his face that could barely be considered intact.
Liu Yuhen's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Jiaojiao followed his gaze and saw that the sleeve of his clothes, which she was holding, was also stained with blood, mixed with a few bits of dry twigs.
She curled her fingertips and quickly withdrew her hand.
Her long eyelashes trembled, her hands clasped together helplessly, and she bit her lip, saying, "There's a stream over there, let me help you wash up."
Liu Yuhen was certainly not the kind of person who cared whether his clothes were stained with blood. He only felt pleasure and relief when his clothes were soaked with his own blood when he killed someone.
But when she grasped his wrist, it felt like an electric shock, a tingling sensation that paralyzed his entire body.
The ruthless killer Liu Yuhen followed her like a puppet on a string.
Jiaojiao wandered around for a while before her view opened up. Passing through the steep, lush forest, it felt as if she had stepped into a fairyland in a painting.
Vast fields of flowers blanket the mountains and fields, engulfing this place and making it seem as if the world could be turned upside down.
This place seems like a tranquil haven forgotten by the world. The babbling brook shimmers in the sunlight, and a fish or two swim by, seemingly adrift and without support.
The setting sun hangs obliquely on the hillside, splashing down a rich, vibrant orange hue, making you feel as if you are surrounded by the world's light.
Even Liu Yuhen couldn't help but stare at this beautiful world in a daze, all the hustle and bustle of the mortal world seemed to have faded away, and the beauty here was enough to make anyone forget everything.
Jiaojiao tugged at his sleeve twice before she could move him, her lips curving upwards involuntarily. She stared at him intently and asked, "Isn't this the most beautiful place you've ever seen?"
Her eyes were glistening with moisture, long and upturned at the corners, looking as if they were soaked in honey in the afterglow of the setting sun. Her features were exquisite, and the sea of flowers behind her seemed to fade into the background.
Liu Yuhen's breath hitched for a moment, and his gaze unconsciously fell on the two symmetrical moles at the corners of her eyes. They were delicate and lively, and her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered like a long-tailed butterfly swaying in a sea of flowers.
He suddenly sighed, but the meaning behind it was unclear.
Jiaojiao, used to his silence, tugged at his sleeve and ran to the stream. The clear water was dyed a thick, honey-colored hue by the setting sun.
She squatted down, rolled up her sleeves, and turned around to say, "Could you squat down a little? I'll wash your sleeves for you."
Liu Yuhen coldly replied, "No need."
After saying that, he threw the few herbs he was carrying in front of her.
These few blades of grass had neat cuts, and their purplish-red stems and small, lip-shaped leaves were roughly scattered on the ground.
Jiaojiao picked them up and held them in her palm, examining them carefully for a while before cautiously looking up and asking, "These are the flowers you gave me...?"
Liu Yuhen was speechless for a moment, and looked at her coldly, saying, "...This is Blood-Staining Sorrow."
After saying that, as if afraid she wouldn't understand, he added, "It can disperse blood stasis and stop bleeding."
Jiaojiao looked blank for a few seconds before slowly lowering her gaze to focus on her palm, which had been scratched by a withered branch.
It's a very special feeling, a slight tingling in the chest. It's hard for a newly awakened spirit to describe accurately in words, but it's a soft, lingering feeling, like fluffy, warm cotton being baked in the sun.
She was the only butterfly spirit in the deep mountains; the world was forever quiet and lonely.
Jiaojiao looked at the blood seeping from her palms and realized how good it felt to be human.
Her clear, bright eyes reflected Liu Yuhen's image, and dimples appeared on her cheeks as she asked, both happy and confused, "You're so good to me, is this what caring is?"
Liu Yuhen looked at her innocent and naive appearance, completely unaware of the ways of the world, and his eyes were dark and unfathomable.
However, that ambiguous expression turned into a long sigh the next second. Liu Yuhen reached out and used his arm to stop her from putting the herbs into her mouth.
He paused for a few seconds, then said slowly, "Put the Blood-Staining Sorrow on the stone."
The iron ball, the size of a human head, slammed down, sending medicinal herb residue flying everywhere, and a large patch of bluish-purple liquid spreading across the stone surface.
With a "rip," another black strip of cloth fluttered down onto the stone.
"Apply it and bandage it up." After saying this, he turned around as if he had used up all his strength.
Listening to the faint noises behind him, Liu Yuhen stared blankly at the increasingly fading blood-red sunset, his single eye like a pitch-black water prison, unable to penetrate even a fraction of the rosy light.
Light footsteps sounded behind me, and I felt a slight stiffness in my wrist, which was connected to the iron ball.
Jiaojiao took a soft leaf that was wet and squatted down to wipe off the residue and juice stuck to the iron ball.
Diluted light brown liquid dripped into the soil.
He lowered his eyes, his only remaining eye fixed on her, as if he knew everything. "What do you want me to do?"
"Just tell me, I'll help you." His voice was hoarse, and his expression was somewhat dazed, as if he were recalling a memory from the past.
When Shangguan Feiyan once approached him, she also showed great affection for him. Of course, even if it was fake, she would never go to such lengths.
She only knows how to say straightforward, sweet-sounding things to deceive him.
But he naturally understood why Shangguan Feiyan and Jiaojiao were doing this.
They certainly couldn't possibly like him.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, realizing that Liu Yuhen was indeed quite useful.
A note from the author:
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Little Butterfly Fairy: If you're unhappy, give me a kiss first.
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