New Arc: Envy
Chapters 69-96
At the darkest moment of the world before dawn, the temperature and light both reach their lowest points of the day.
The culprit was lying unconscious in the car, so his teammates had to hold flashlights and clean up after him…the rune formation drawn on the ground had to be dealt with. Otherwise, if a passing aerial drone happened to photograph it one day, it would be another strange incident.
After they had more or less cleaned up the mess, Huo Wei called everyone to hurry into the car and head back.
They also had to get Liu Xiaoying back home before dawn without anyone noticing. Otherwise, if the old man woke up and found that the child beside him was gone, what kind of uproar would that cause?
By then, even if they had mouths all over their bodies, they would not be able to explain themselves. After all, they still had fabricated identities that could not withstand detailed investigation hanging over their heads. If they went from kind benefactors to evil human traffickers, they would never be able to clear their names even if they jumped into the Yellow River.
“How did he draw this curse so big? Didn’t he get tired drawing it? He’s got so much strength all day long!”
Zhuge Buhuo was drenched in sweat and exhausted. After getting into the car, he angrily looked back at the culprit who was still unconscious in the back seat.
Fu Sang was not the only one in the back seat. Liu Xiaoying was also sleeping soundly beside him.
They had confirmed the child’s condition. There was nothing seriously wrong with her. Although she had spent the night running wildly, falling down and rolling around, and Anayi, who had possessed her, had remained in a state of madness and loss of control the entire time, Anayi’s subconscious had always been protecting her. As things stood, the child was only a little dirty and had not suffered any external injuries.
There was only one thing that could affect her from this night…hosts will experience a period of weakness after being possessed by a ghost. This was unavoidable. The host might become ill or mentally dazed for a short period of time, but there would not be any major problems. She only needed to rest properly.
After confirming that everything was in order, with no one missing and no one extra, Huo Wei started the car, left this stretch of Gobi desert, turned onto the highway, and returned to that dilapidated little town.
The off-road vehicle stopped outside the scrap recycling station, leaving a long trail of tire marks. Zhuge Buhuo wrapped Liu Xiaoying in his coat, and the group furtively squeezed through the gap in the iron gate while carrying the child.
When they reached the outside of the little house, Huo Wei heard that it was completely quiet inside. The person was most likely still asleep.
To be safe, she pasted a Tranquility Talisman outside the door to protect Zhuge Buhuo, who was responsible for putting the child back into bed, so that he would not carelessly and clumsily wake Grandpa Liu and get caught red-handed.
A thick windproof quilt hung outside Grandpa Liu’s little house, and the inner door was unlocked. Zhuge Buhuo quietly squeezed inside, carefully walked to the little bed, and tried to put the sleeping Liu Xiaoying back under the covers.
Everything went very smoothly. The child landed safely. Zhuge Buhuo tucked the edge of the quilt around her, and just as he withdrew his hands and was about to retreat, he suddenly noticed something strange.
He frowned slightly, lowered his eyes, looked for a moment, then tentatively and gently supported Grandpa Liu’s shoulder.
Huo Wei and Chen Wuyue waited outside.
Ah Lang had already turned back into a gu insect and crawled into the cage, which Chen Wuyue was carrying in her hand. He had been quiet the entire way, neither crying nor making a fuss.
A hint of fish-belly white appeared at the edge of the sky, and the heavy black night was diluted into dark blue.
Dawn was coming.
“…Sigh, you’ve been investigating this case for several months. Today it’s finally over. After you hand Ah Lang back to the Spirit Supervision Bureau, you should be able to get some proper rest for a while, right?”
With nothing else to do, Huo Wei lit a cigarette in the cold wind. She smoked while looking for something to chat about with Chen Wuyue.
Chen Wuyue smiled.
“I won’t be able to rest for long. There are more strange and bizarre cases in the spirit path than you can imagine. The moment you slack off even a little, something will go wrong. You have to be on standby at all times.”
“That serious? Looks like no line of work is easy. Every family has its own difficult book to read.”
“Who says otherwise?”
“By the way, how is that little tiger toothed child of yours?”
“He’s almost completely recovered. Senior Brother said he’s already lively and kicking, and he’s even making a fuss about coming out to find Ah Lang for a one-on-one fight.”
“Haha…”
“Um, sorry to interrupt.”
The windproof quilt outside the house was suddenly lifted, and Zhuge Buhuo stood behind it, looking at them with a complicated expression.
Huo Wei was startled and lowered her voice.
“Zhuge Buhuo, are you trying to die? Why are you being so loud? Are you testing my Tranquility Talisman? Do you think my talisman is so reliable that it can withstand your loud shouting? Then let me tell you, you’re very wrong!”
“No… something happened inside.”
Unable to explain, Zhuge Buhuo gestured for them to come inside.
Huo Wei exchanged a suspicious look with Chen Wuyue. They went in together and saw Zhuge Buhuo walk straight to the little bed. With a frown, he pulled at the old cotton quilt covering Grandpa Liu.
All the Soul-Weeping Coins on them had been shattered by Qi Changying, but their eyes could still see the faint, almost imperceptible yin energy lingering around the old man.
Huo Wei froze for a moment and reached out to feel beneath Grandpa Liu’s nose.
There was no breathing.
……
“Yes… we came to the old man’s home last night because we wanted to provide him with some help, but the old man refused. We came again early this morning to try to persuade him, but then…”
Huo Wei explained the situation to the police.
Grandpa Liu was already in his eighties, almost ninety. His heart had stopped in his sleep, which, according to reason, should have been a peaceful death.
But with his passing, the one-year-old child beside him had lost her support.
“Bang!”
The sound of a car door closing came from not far away. Huo Wei subconsciously looked over and saw Fu Sang staggering out of the car. Her eyes immediately widened.
Seeing her expression, the police officer looked over in confusion and followed her line of sight. He saw a young man covered in dirt and blood, his face pale and haggard, looking as if he had just fought his way out of a pile of corpses.
Fu Sang’s whole body hurt.
He had woken up alone in the car, so naturally he could not stay there. He wanted to get out and blow on the cold wind to clear his head, only to discover that they had already returned to the crap recycling station in the little town.
He did not know what had happened here. It was quite lively inside, and it was full of cops.
“You are…” A police officer stared at him suspiciously. Fu Sang frowned slightly, his tone cold and indifferent.
“I just finished killing a chicken.”
“Ah, haha, he’s relatively good with his hands… Uh, yes, what I wanted to ask was, where will this child be sent afterward?” Huo Wei hurriedly helped shift the subject.
“Oh, we’ll first contact the minor protection center to arrange temporary placement and see if there’s anyone who can become her guardian. Later, if we confirm that she has no other relatives, or that no relatives or friends are willing to take guardianship, we’ll send her to the children’s welfare institute in the city. You don’t need to worry about this.”
“Okay, okay… Then if you need anything later, I’d be very willing to go through the sponsorship procedure and provide her with some help. Here, I’ll leave you my phone number. If you need anything, just contact me.”
Miss Huo was showing her great kindness again. Fu Sang heard a bit of it, but did not pay much attention.
He felt around in his pocket but found nothing. He looked up and saw Zhuge Buhuo squatting by the corner of the wall smoking, so he walked straight toward him.
Zhuge Buhuo was still staring blankly at the ground when someone suddenly entered his field of vision and stretched out a hand toward him. He looked up and saw that it was none other than Fu Sang.
He asked warily, “What?”
Fu Sang said nothing, his hand still held out.
After thinking for a moment, he silently took a cigarette from his pocket and put it into Fu Sang’s hand.
Who would have thought that the moment Fu Sang raised his hand, he would flick the cigarette onto the ground. This made Zhuge Buhuo furious.
“No, what the hell do you actually want? Give me a straight answer! I’m telling you, you should just have stayed asleep all the time. The moment you opened your eyes, you started acting all mysterious and muttering nonsense, scaring people.”
“The doll.”
Fu Sang finally spoke, his voice very hoarse.
“…Doll?” Zhuge Buhuo froze for a moment before realizing what he meant.
“It’s not with me. Why are you looking for me?”
“You want this?”
Chen Wuyue’s voice came from the side. Fu Sang looked up and saw her holding the cage in one hand and the doll in the other, waving it at him.
Fu Sang glanced at her, too lazy to speak.
Chen Wuyue leisurely walked over.
“You’ve been so concerned about this case. Actually, from beginning to end, this was all for this, right? Unfortunately, I can’t give it to you. After all, this thing is an important piece of evidence in this case. It should be handed over to the Spirit Supervision Bureau together with the gu demon.”
“……” Fu Sang did not have the strength to argue with her.
He supported himself against the wall and sat down. This movement should have made him rather uncomfortable. He frowned slightly, his tone light and indifferent, without much strength, yet every word in his speech was a threat.
“If you want to die, you can try.”
“…Look at him. He’s already become like this, yet he still won’t let people off with his mouth.”
Chen Wuyue shook her head helplessly.
“Getting you to say something nice and soft is really difficult.”
As she spoke, she tossed the doll in her hand to Fu Sang.
“Take it. I’ll explain things to the Spirit Supervision Bureau. You don’t need to worry about it.”
“?”
Fu Sang caught it and did not forget to inspect it first, confirming that the thing in his hand was not a fake.
Seeing his suspicion, Chen Wuyue explained.
“You contributed the most to the entire case. Although it’s an important piece of evidence, after confirmation, the gu demon’s killing people had nothing to do with the underworld spirit beside him, nor did it have anything to do with this object. Now that the underworld spirit has disappeared, the container she stayed in naturally has no use anymore. Since you want it so badly, take it.”
“I’m afraid that’s against the rules, Miss Chen.” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly.
“As long as it doesn’t affect the conviction or sentencing, I can still decide what happens to an object. Besides, I’ve seen what you can do. Just take it as me being afraid that you’ll stab little people behind my back.”
“That’s too troublesome. I prefer killing directly.”
Fu Sang put the doll into his pocket.
Chen Wuyue sighed and smiled helplessly.
“I really don’t know whether opening the forum and replying to your post that afternoon was right or wrong. You are the kind of person who causes as much trouble as your abilities. You’re infuriating but not someone to mess with.”
“A big thigh covered in thorns. If you want to hug it, you have to be prepared to get hurt!”
Zhuge Buhuo summed it up.
He was the most qualified to speak on this matter..
After saying that, he took his last drag, then pressed the cigarette butt out in the frozen snow beneath his feet.
“By the way, this should count as the end of things, right? You caught the demon and saved the person, so what’s next? Are you going straight back to the Spirit Supervision Bureau?”
“Mm. I’m planning to book a ticket back to Chuanning this afternoon. I’ll settle things early so I can feel more at ease. As for you… You’re listed on this case, so you have to come back with me and go through the procedures. When would be convenient for you? If you don’t want to rush like this, you can also come to Chuanning a few days later and meet me there.”
“I’ll just go with you. Why would I stay in this place? Continue looking at Zhuge Fusang’s sour face and have him insult my dignity?”
Zhuge Buhuo spoke ill of others openly and uprightly.
“Book me a ticket too, I’ll go with you. Let’s finish things early. I still have to go home and find my little sister. I’m very busy. I don’t have time to waste with these two idle people!”
Fu Sang gave two muffled coughs and was too lazy to argue with him.
The two of them agreed immediately and booked their tickets together, then took the high-speed rail back to Chuanning that afternoon.
As for Grandpa Liu’s matter, Huo Wei was the person who reported the case. She spent some time making a statement with the police and discussing the subsequent work, but she still managed to deal with everything in time before evening.
Liu Xiaoying was sent to the relevant institution for temporary placement. The police would handle Grandpa Liu’s funeral arrangements. Huo Wei had no reason to stay any longer, so before nightfall, she drove away from this desolate little town with Fu Sang.
The car got onto the expressway and, following the signs along the roadside, drove toward a city called “Chifeng Pass.”
Fu Sang was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.
In fact, after getting the doll back, he fell unconscious again the moment he returned to the car. Huo Wei felt that this was not good, so after entering Chifeng Pass, she immediately navigated to the best hospital in the city and registered him for the emergency department.
His injuries had been caused by forcibly casting a spell and suffering backlash. An ordinary hospital naturally could not detect anything unusual. The doctor performed all the necessary examinations and took all the necessary scans. In the end, the diagnosis was acute heart failure and hemorrhagic shock. Although his vital signs had stabilized, as a precaution, they still put him in a hospital room, attached a pile of machines to him, and put him on an IV for the night.
Fu Sang stayed in the hospital for two days. He slept in a daze for two days, and on the third day, as soon as he woke up, said that he was fine and wanted to be discharged.
Huo Wei did not believe him and kept him in the hospital for another day of observation. Only after the attending doctor nodded did she go handle the discharge procedures for him.
“I’m telling you, can’t you take better care of your own body? If something happens, don’t secretly force yourself to handle it alone. What if you die?”
Huo Wei drove while nagging at Fu Sang, who listened half-heartedly.
“Then I’ll die.”
“No, life is very beautiful. It would be such a waste if you die. Besides, what will happen to your ghost if you died? For the sake of your ghost, you have to live well, right? Otherwise, with that good temper of his, if he gets bullied outside, there’ll be no one to stand up for him, right?”
“.”
Hearing this, Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly. When he spoke again, his voice was even colder than before.
“Don’t worry. Before I die, I’ll make sure his soul and spirit are completely shattered and reduced to ashes.”
After saying that, he looked out at the unfamiliar city through the window.
“Where is this?”
“Chifeng Pass.”
After a thousand years, the former northwestern border pass had become a small city, and the city’s name was “Chifeng Pass.”
“Weren’t you originally supposed to come here for research? You were unconscious the whole time, and I was afraid you’d suddenly die. The conditions over in Buquan weren’t good, and I didn’t want to stay there either, so I just dragged you here. How about that?”
While at the hospital, Huo Wei had told him everything that happened after he lost consciousness, such as Anayi and Ah Lang’s conversation, Ah Lang’s awakening, Grandpa Liu’s death, and where Chen Wuyue and Zhuge Buhuo had gone.
Fu Sang had no reaction to this. After all, from beginning to end, his purpose had only been to get the doll magic artifact back, with the later addition of lifting the curse on Qi Changying. The other people and matters had nothing to do with him. He did not care, nor was he interested.
“Hey, right, where’s the young general? Why haven’t I seen him at all? He was really worried after you lost consciousness that day.”
Huo Wei did not notice Fu Sang’s cold attitude when she mentioned Qi Changying earlier.
In fact, to her, this person had this dead look on his face every day. Saying vicious things was as ordinary as eating and drinking. She only had to let it pass by her ears like wind; it was not worth paying any attention to at all.
“Sealed away.”
So when Fu Sang calmly said these words, she was completely stunned.
“…Huh?” Although she was driving, Huo Wei still could not help turning her head to look at him.
“Why did you seal him away for no reason?”
‘Did they have a fall out?’ Was he no longer getting along with him?
“What did he do to offend you?” But that made no sense.
With Qi Changying’s cotton-like good temper, what could he possibly have done to offend him?
“I wanted to seal him, so I sealed him. He’s my ghost. I can deal with my ghost however I want. Even if I casually refine him, he has to endure it. Is there a problem?”
Huo Wei finally felt the dangerous low pressure coming from Fu Sang.
Emotionally, she really wanted to persuade him about this, but rationally, she knew that if she said anything more now, Fu Sang might casually refine her along with Qi Changying. So she could only silently light a candle for Qi Changying in her heart, wish him good luck, and then say through tears:
“No problem…”
Chifeng Pass City was not particularly large, but compared with Buquan, its conditions were certainly one heaven and one earth.
After leaving the old, shabby little hotel and accompanying Fu Sang through several days in the hospital, Huo Wei finally moved into the star-rated hotel she had been longing for.
Since they had come here for research, they certainly had to visit the Chifeng Pass ruins and the Chifeng Pass Museum. But when they left the hospital, it was already afternoon, and Fu Sang had just finished the discharge procedures and an IV. Huo Wei felt that she should first let the patient rest properly. The later itinerary could be arranged by the studious patient once he felt better. She was only responsible for driving.
Fu Sang habitually freeloaded on food, drink, and lodging with the young miss. He dragged his luggage into the room and immediately lay down on the bed.
After closing his eyes and resting for a while, he raised his hand and looked at the needle holes on the back of his hand, which were bruised purple and green from the injections.
After thinking for a moment, he pressed his fingertip against them with considerable force, pressing out a dense patch of pain.
He turned over, curled up, and buried himself in the soft blanket, coughing muffledly.
He had slept enough over the past few days, so although he was physically and mentally exhausted now, he lay there with his eyes half-closed for a long time without feeling sleepy at all.
He was thinking about how he should deal with this ghost, Qi Changying.
Fu Sang absolutely could not accept something that could not completely belong to him.
When Qi Changying was conscious, he knew that he was Fu Sang and knew that he was Fu Sang’s ghost. But when he was not conscious, he would call him by the name Su Li.
This made Fu Sang feel disgusted.
It was as if, even though Qi Changying had forgotten this person’s existence, in his subconscious, he still regarded him as Su Li’s shadow.
There was a saying that a person’s way of thinking would not change. Therefore, when a person faced a matter, no matter how many times they lost their memory and started over, it was impossible for them to make a different choice under the same circumstances.
This meant that, from the time they met until now, the way he and Qi Changying interacted was actually a reenactment of a thousand years ago.
That was why Qi Changying, when facing him, who was not Su Li, had said exactly the same words as he had back then.
In all fairness, this was human nature. After all, he and Su Li had exactly the same face, and their personalities were also very similar. In the eyes of others, they were like different periods of the same person.
But to Fu Sang, his memories of growing up were completely intact and had no gaps. So he was only himself. He was Fu Sang, and he had nothing whatsoever to do with that person named Su Li.
This matter itself was very strange, because even the past and present lives of the same person could not possibly be this similar.
So he began to reason backward, and began to recall where exactly he had come from.
But the result was that he had no parents. From the moment he had memories, he had been by his master’s side. Zhuge Lin had never told him about his background, and he himself had never cared about it, so he had never been curious enough to investigate.
But no matter what identity he had, and no matter where he had come from, it did not matter. He did not care about these things.
Even if he was merely a puppet made by Su Li, exactly identical to the original, he would still find a way to kill the other party, replace him, and make himself the only one in the world.
There was always a way to solve everything.
But how was he supposed to deal with Qi Changying?
The most disgusting part of this entire matter was actually neither his similarity to Su Li nor that “Ah Li” from Qi Changying.
It was the past between Qi Changying and Su Li.
Similar personalities meant similar ways of thinking. Since Qi Changying could say the same things to him, then a thousand years ago, had Su Li also regarded Qi Changying as his possession just like he did? Had he also done the things he had done to Qi Changying?
Unfortunately, Fu Sang obtained too few memories, so he knew nothing.
He hated this unknown.
He hated being exactly the same as someone else, hated this kind of predestination.
He hated things that could not completely belong to him. People and ghosts, however, were different from things. After all, dead things could be forcibly taken, while people and ghosts had the ability to think. Even if they lost their memories, their instincts would not lie.
If he kept Qi Changying, then this ghost might disgust him again at some point in the future just like this time.
It would be better to just destroy him completely.
Then no one would get him.
Thinking this, Fu Sang propped himself up against the bed and sat up, then took the snake-bone nail out of his pocket.
During that brief moment of consciousness three days ago, he had not only asked for the doll back, but had also taken the time to bind the ghost blood whip around the snake-bone nail, using it as a seal to lock Qi Changying inside.
He lowered his eyes and toyed with it for a while before slowly untying the ghost blood whip.
The three blood threads loosened, leaving only a copper ring with a blood thread looped around it, but it no longer restricted Qi Changying’s movements.
Smoke immediately seeped out from the long nail. Qi Changying knelt on the floor beside the bed. Although the shackles on his four limbs had shattered as his strength returned, there was now another copper collar covered in runes around his neck, with a long chain connected to its middle. Fu Sang picked up the other end and clenched it in his hand.
“Fu Sang.”
After regaining his freedom, Qi Changying did not question Fu Sang about why he was treating him this way. He only looked into Fu Sang’s eyes and asked:
“You were badly injured. Are you feeling better now? I was very worried about you.”
Fu Sang’s hand gripping the chain tightened even more until his knuckles turned white.
“My life or death has nothing to do with you.”
Fu Sang gave the chain a hard tug, forcing Qi Changying toward him.
He raised his hand and gripped Qi Changying’s chin, forcing him to raise his face. The voice that came from his throat was deep and hoarse:
“If I died, wouldn’t that be something worth being happy about?”
“…Don’t say that, Fu Sang.”
Qi Changying kept looking into his eyes. Even though he was being treated so roughly, there was not the slightest resentment in him. His eyes held only gentleness:
“Did I do something wrong? You’ve been very angry since that night. You can tell me if something happened. If I did something wrong, I would apologize to you. If there was a misunderstanding, I would explain it to you.”
His attitude was extremely submissive, but Fu Sang did not appreciate it. Instead, as he listened to him, an even more furious fire surged in his heart.
Explain?
This ghost did not remember anything. What could he possibly use to explain things to him?
“There is no misunderstanding.”
Fu Sang gripped the chain tightly. With his other hand, he held up the snake-bone nail and pressed the end of the long nail against the side of Qi Changying’s neck:
“I just don’t want you anymore, Qi Changying. I don’t even want to see you. I find you disgusting even when I look at you. I want you to die. Can you just die?”
Upon hearing this, Qi Changying blinked very lightly and slowly.
Ghosts did not need to blink, but Qi Changying still retained the habits he had when he was human. These subtle expressions sometimes made him look less like a ghost.
“If it can make you happy…”
He was silent for a long time before finally speaking:
“…then do it. I don’t have any other choice anyway, do I?”
“…”
Fu Sang gritted his teeth hard. His hand slowly exerted force, and the end of the long nail gradually pierced into the side of Qi Changying’s neck.
Black blood flowed down along the long nail and dripped onto the floor.
“Yes, that’s right. You indeed have no other choice.” Fu Sang suddenly laughed.
He tightened his grip on the long nail and suddenly raised his hand high, but his movement stopped at its highest point and remained there for a long time without coming down.
Upon closer observation, one could see that his hand was even trembling slightly.
After a brief stalemate, the nail finally came down.
Blood splattered.
But it was red.
Fu Sang viciously stabbed the snake-bone nail into his own shoulder. Not satisfied with just one stab, he pulled it out and wanted to continue, but Qi Changying firmly grabbed his wrist.
His heart felt terrible, as if someone had clenched it into a ball, making even breathing difficult.
He desperately needed some other sensation to suppress this unexpected abnormality that was outside his plans and beyond his control.
“Let go!”
“Don’t do this, Fu Sang…”
Qi Changying gripped his wrist with one hand and gently covered his hand with the other, as if soothing him:
“…If you’re angry, take it out on me. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Who do you think you are…?!”
Fu Sang felt like he was about to go crazy.
Every word Qi Changying said seemed as gentle as water, but in fact, every word was like pouring oil onto the fire, pushing his emotions higher and higher.
He wanted to see blood, wanted to kill someone, wanted to disregard everything and destroy everything, but he simply could not bring himself to attack Qi Changying. This torment was almost tearing him apart.
He hoped Qi Changying could have a temper, curse at him, argue with him, or attack him. Then he could justifiably deal with this evil ghost that had bitten back at its master.
But he wouldn’t.
Qi Changying would always just go along with him gently, leaving him nowhere to vent.
He had never had such intense emotions before.
Qi Changying had truly brought him so much pain, tormenting him until he was almost driven mad.
He wanted to make everything return to the right track. He wanted to be in complete control of his emotions and body as he had before, but he could no longer do it.
Something was growing wildly inside his body, making everything go out of control, making him unable to control himself.
“Kill me. Come, kill me.”
Half of Fu Sang’s clothes had been dyed red with blood, making his complexion look even paler:
“Kill me and you’ll be free. A seventh-rank Crimson Evil, able to summon wind and rain, what could you possibly want that you couldn’t have? …I fucking told you to kill me…!!”
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Changying suddenly pulled him into his arms, holding him very tightly. No matter how Fu Sang struggled, he could not break free.
“I don’t want freedom, Fu Sang.”
Qi Changying closed his eyes as he held Fu Sang, gently stroking the back of his head with one hand, feeling his unusually intense temperature and heartbeat:
“I understand that you don’t actually want to say those things. I understand that this isn’t what you really mean. But Fu Sang, those words just now made me very sad, but I know that you’re also very sad. So let’s not be like this anymore, okay?
“You said that you were my master, and I also said that you could do whatever you want with me. So, if you find me disgusting and don’t want to see me, I can disappear, and I can also die. It doesn’t matter to me. I only want you to stop hurting yourself, okay?”
Fu Sang closed his eyes and clenched his teeth tightly, as if enduring tremendous pain.
After a long while, he finally squeezed out a sentence through his clenched teeth:
“…You’re really despicable.”
“…”
Qi Changying lowered his eyes and sighed silently.
Fu Sang pushed him again. This time, he easily pushed the cold ghost away.
He had calmed down considerably, but because he had just experienced such intense emotions, his hair was disheveled, and his breathing was also somewhat heavy.
He leaned back, supporting himself on the soft bed. After a long while, he slightly raised his chin, his Adam’s apple rolling gently. When he spoke, his voice was very hoarse:
“Then I’ll give you a chance.”
His eyes were hidden beneath his overly long hair, concealing the faint, barely perceptible, flicker of light in the depths of his eyes:
“Come.”
“Please me.”
