The fragrance of wildflowers

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The night was deep.

A petite figure stood atop a tree, her pink form conspicuous in the darkness, yet she stood remarkably steady. As the tree swayed, her figure moved with it, as if one with the branches.

Her eyes were bright, sparkling with a shrewd light, fixed on the black building ahead.

The building exuded a somber aura, especially eerie in the night, making it unapproachable.

The infamous Blood Tower, a notorious assassin's guild, a mysterious organization in the martial world that took lives for money. No one would want to approach such an evil place.

But she was an exception! Today, her target was inside.

A slight smile played on her pink lips. Without a mask, she lightly touched the treetop with her toes, her figure moving with the speed of the wind, disappearing before anyone could even blink.

The heavily guarded building was patrolled by guards. The pink figure darted past them.

"Huh?" A guard sensed something was wrong, turning around to find the building empty.

Was it just an illusion? The guard scratched his head, thinking he was overthinking things, and continued his patrol.

She moved swiftly, her striking pink dress blending seamlessly into the night, making her unnoticed.

She moved with the ease of strolling through her own yard, quickly and deftly reaching the last house, her toes lightly landing on the roof tiles without a sound.

Here she was! This must be it.

Recently, she'd heard that the Blood Tower was hiding a treasure, heavily guarded, with no one allowed near except the tower's master.

This piqued her curiosity. If there was treasure, wouldn't she be betraying the reputation of the Thief Gods if she didn't steal it? So, taking advantage of her senior brother's inattention, she secretly slipped out of the valley and came to the Blood Tower.

She was confident in her lightness skill; besides her senior brother, few in the world could catch her. Her effortless arrival at her destination spoke volumes about her ability.

A smug smile crept across her face. She gently moved a small piece of roof tile, listening intently!

It was quiet; there wasn't a sound.

Her eyebrows arched slightly. She rose and leaped off the roof tiles, her hand pressed against the door. With a gentle push, the wooden door swung open.

No lock?

Her brow furrowed slightly, but she boldly pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was dark, but that didn't hinder her; she could easily see everything within.

The room was spacious, yet empty. Strange, she continued into the inner room.

There was only a bed; nothing else.

How odd! She pursed her lips and surveyed the room. A painting on the wall caught her attention.

It was a very ordinary landscape painting, nothing special, but the room was devoid of any other decorations, only that painting…

She walked towards the painting, reaching out not to touch it, but rather to touch the wall beneath it, until she felt a very small, almost imperceptible curve. A

slow smile curved her lips. She pressed down gently, and the wall behind the painting immediately opened.

Haha! She'd found the real culprit.

She immediately entered the dark room. At first, it was a dark corridor, but then, slowly, the corridor widened, and a sliver of light appeared ahead.

Curious, she walked towards the light, the sudden brightness causing her to squint slightly.

Then, she heard the sound of chains.

What was that?! A large iron cage, and inside was… a person?

The person looked up at her. As their eyes adjusted to the light, she also looked closely—she gasped softly. It was a beautiful face, but with a sinister beauty.

A head of white hair reaching the ground, even the eyebrows were white, the skin extremely pale, the only colors being the light brown eyes and bright red lips.

The face was so beautiful that it was impossible to tell the gender; if it weren't for the fact that he was completely naked, revealing something not typically associated with women, she would have truly thought he was a woman.

His hands and feet were chained, confined in a large cage, his cold, unwavering eyes fixed on her, at first glance resembling a beautiful wild beast.

"Heavens, are you... a monster?"

So alluring, with white hair and even white eyebrows—this isn't something an ordinary person would have, is it?

As if understanding her words, the boy coldly lowered his gaze, sat up, then quietly lay back down, closed his eyes, and ignored her.

Uh... was she being ignored?

She looked at the boy, then glanced around the room. It was empty; besides the iron cage and the boy, there was nothing else, let alone any treasure.

Strange, could the treasure not be here? Impossible! The information she gathered couldn't be wrong! Her

questioning almond-shaped eyes shifted to the boy sleeping soundly inside the iron cage.

In an instant, her eyes widened.

No way? That treasure is you?! A person, and looking so strange—what kind of treasure is this?

She muttered to herself as she walked towards the iron cage. "Hey! Wake up! Do you understand what I'm saying?" The boy slowly opened his eyes, his light brown eyes devoid of any emotion, quietly looking at her.

The boy remained silent, simply looking at her.

“Hey! Do you understand what I’m saying…” Her words suddenly stopped as she noticed dark bloodstains on the chains binding the boy.

Upon closer inspection, she saw dried blood on his wrists and ankles, clearly wounds inflicted by the chains during his struggle.

She frowned, looked down at the lock on the iron gate, took a wire from her waist, deftly inserted it into the lock, and with a few turns, “snap!” the lock opened immediately.

She opened the iron gate, walked to the boy's side, and the boy looked at her, motionless, his brown eyes watching her kneel down and deftly unlock the chains binding his hands and feet.

"Ugh! Blood and gore, so disgusting!" She glared at the wounds on his hands and feet, and as he tried to sit up, she hissed, "Don't move!"

She stared at him, then, with a touch of heartache, forcefully tore off a piece of her skirt. "Tsk—this is the first time I've ever worn this new dress!"

she muttered, but her tearing motion was swift, her small hands using the torn fabric to bandage his wounds.

The boy watched her quietly, a glint of light flashing in his brown eyes.

"All done." She looked at the bandaged wounds with satisfaction.

"I don't have any medicine on me, so I'll have to make do for now. Get up."

She stood up, looking at him and saying, "Let's go! I'll take you away. Whether you're a monster or a treasure, at least you look human. Locking someone in a cage is inhumane!"

She muttered as she stepped out of the iron cage, only to find no movement behind her.

She turned and glared at him, "Hey, are you coming or not? If you're not coming, I'm leaving. " "It's rare for her to be so kind as to teach someone; this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so don't miss it!"

The boy remained silent, simply gazing at her, his light brown eyes seeming to finally take her seriously.

A delicate, exquisitely sculpted face, with crescent-shaped bangs framing her forehead, her features small and refined, except for her large, bright eyes.

She wore a pink dress, a jade pendant adorned with intricate carvings hanging from her neck, and a long silk whip at her waist. Though her skirt was tattered, she still resembled a flawless porcelain doll.

"Why?" he asked, his voice extremely faint.

"Huh?" Hearing his voice, she paused, "So you can talk... What 'why'?" She had no idea what he was talking about

. Never mind!

"Hey! Are you leaving or not?" She impatiently put her hands on her hips, glaring at him with her almond-shaped eyes.

"No, I'm not leaving." The boy lowered his gaze slightly.

"Huh?" His words startled her again, her brows furrowing.

"Suit yourself! If you're not leaving, I'm outta here."

She had been here too long, and no one had noticed, which was unusual for the heavily guarded Blood Tower, making her uneasy.

She didn't want to talk to the boy anymore and turned to leave.

"No, you can't leave either." The boy said.

What?!

"Hey!" She turned around, but suddenly gasped. Her heart almost jumped out

of her chest. She stared at the boy who was only an hour away from her, speechless.

When did he get so close to her? And she hadn't even noticed, it was really strange...

The boy looked up, his red lips curving into a smile. "You, are staying."

That deep gaze startled her, and before she could reply, she immediately heard footsteps.

Turning her head, she saw several men in black surrounding the small room.

“Young Master.” A man in black draped a garment over the boy’s naked body.

Young Master?

She looked at the boy, then understood. “This is a trap?”

“The Thief God Clan, whom no one can catch…” the boy murmured, his brown eyes looking at her, the flickering light frightening her.

“You are mine!”

“You’re mine!” She sneered, swiftly drawing her silver silkworm whip from her waist, sweeping it at the enemies at the door with lightning speed, and then dodging away at the opening.

But she was fast, and the men in black were fast too, immediately surrounding her and immobilizing her.

Damn it!

“Don’t resist, I won’t hurt you.” The boy walked towards her, extending his hand. “Come!”

She glared at the boy, pondering what to do, when she heard familiar footsteps.

“Child!”

A deep male voice drifted down, “Bang—”. Smoke billowed.

“Senior Brother!” She was overjoyed and quickly grabbed the man’s hand.

"Don't go!" The boy reached out and grabbed the jade pendant around her neck. He heard her groan, and then the pendant slipped—

in an instant, the smoke dissipated, and the beautiful porcelain doll was gone, leaving only the carved jade pendant in his hand. He looked down at the pendant. No need to chase anymore. The Thieves Clan was renowned for their lightness skills; in that instant, the other party had already escaped the Blood Tower's territory

. He held the jade pendant, still warm from her body .

"My child…" He remembered that man calling her that. "I will find you!"

he whispered, clutching the pendant tightly, a glint of light flashing in his usually cold brown eyes. He would find her…

The summer sun was blazing, perfect for a nap.

Hua Xi'er reached for the soft silk quilt, then reached for the soft pillow she habitually hugged while sleeping. She touched it, found it, and smiled contentedly.

But after a while, she felt something was off. Why did her soft pillow feel strange? Warm and fragrant, it didn't feel like a pillow, but rather…

She opened her sleepy eyes in confusion! "Wow!"

"Hmm...what's wrong? What happened?" Awakened by a shrill scream, her round eyes opened groggily. She rubbed them and lazily yawned. "

You, you..." Hua Xi'er stared at the woman sleeping beside her, speechless for a long time before finally shouting, "

Shuiwa'er! When did you get on my bed? Don't sleep, get up!"

Before her great-aunt could finish speaking, this wretched woman closed her eyes, intending to continue sleeping?

Hua Xi'er angrily shook Shuiwa'er, refusing to let her sleep.

"Don't shake me, don't shake me, you're making my head spin." Shuiwa'er surrendered, opening her eyes and lazily sitting up to glance outside.

It was already dawn. "Xi'er, my stomach is rumbling, I want to eat breakfast." "

Shuiwa yawned, rubbing her empty belly. Her stomach immediately rumbled.

"Eat your head!" Who's ignoring her?! "I'm asking you, I'm asking you, when did you get into my bed?" Hua Xi'er glared at Shuiwa.

"Last night!" Shuiwa pouted, scratching her messy hair. "You slept like a log, you didn't even notice me climbing into your bed. Be careful! You've offended so many people, and you still dare to sleep so soundly. One day someone will send someone to ambush you in the middle of the night, and you'll be dead!" "

Shuiwa, have you said enough?" Hua Xi'er glared at her. This woman, her mouth was always full of nasty words.

"Enough." Shuiwa smiled, blinking her eyes, looking at Hua Xi'er ingratiatingly. "Xi'er, I'm hungry, I want to eat breakfast."

"You..." Hua Xi'er glared, glared again, but no matter how she glared, she couldn't win against those bright, watery eyes. She gave up. "Xi Que." She called for her maid.

Xi Que hurried in, "Miss, why are you up so early today..." Before she could finish, she saw Shui Wa'er and paused.

"Xi Que, hello there!" Shui Wa'er greeted her with a grin.

"Go prepare breakfast, come feed this starving ghost," Hua Xi'er said irritably.

"Yes." Xi Que didn't ask any more questions and immediately went out to prepare breakfast.

"Tsk tsk, your Xi Que is as clever as ever!" Shui Wa'er chuckled, her delicate face even more radiant with her smile.

"Don't try to change the subject." Hua Xi'er got off the bed, picked up her outer robe and put it on, glancing at Shui Wa'er with her beautiful eyes. "Speak! You're the kind of person who never leaves the valley

unless there's a reason, so why did you sneak up here in the middle of the night?" This woman seemed to be living in seclusion in the Valley of the Gods, never leaving the valley unless necessary, and even when she did, it was always sneaky, returning to the valley immediately after finishing her business, making people think she was sick. Even if she missed home, it wouldn't be like this, right?

Besides, she didn't seem like someone who missed home at

all. "Alas, it's hard to explain how loyal to the country can be." Shui Wa'er's smile faded, turning into a resentful expression, her little mouth pouting. "It's all my senior brother's fault. He went off to steal a princess, and then he put on a jealous show, and as a result, the location of the Valley of the Gods was exposed. Now it's neither secluded nor safe."

Hua Xi'er was taken aback. She had heard about her senior brother Shuiwa'er stealing a princess, but she hadn't expected it to escalate to this extent. "

But isn't there a formation outside the valley? If you change the formation, no one can get in, right?" She remembered that the Thief Clan were not only skilled in light-footed martial arts, but their understanding of mechanisms and formations was unparalleled.

"Sigh! If only things were that simple..."

"But my senior brother only remembered to chase after the princess who didn't want him, leaving me in the valley like that. I don't want to be alone there, it's too scary! Xi'er..."

Shuiwa'er looked up at Hua Xi'er pitifully, his bright eyes glistening with tears, looking incredibly pathetic. "Take me in."

"No." "Playing the victim won't work on her," Hua Xi'er sneered, her beautiful eyes narrowing. "You're afraid to be alone in the valley? Haha, Shuiwa'er, are you that timid? Tell me! What else are you hiding?"

Hmph! Does she think she's so easy to fool?

"Tsk!" Seeing that playing the victim was useless, Shuiwa'er wiped away her tears and pouted. "Ugh! Why are you so suspicious?"

"Hmph! If I weren't so suspicious, I probably wouldn't even know I'd been sold out!" Hua Xi'er curled her lips, sat down in a chair, and poured herself a cup of tea.

Knowing that playing dumb was useless, Shui Wa'er had no choice but to honestly explain the reason.

"If I stay in the valley any longer, I'm afraid I'll be caught."

"Haha! Wa'er, it's not just me who's offended a lot of people, you're no less than me! What, even you, the successor of the God of Thieves, are afraid of being ambushed!" Hua Xi'er laughed heartlessly.

Shui Wa'er immediately glared at her. "I'm not afraid of others, but that person..." She pursed her lips, forced to admit it.

"I'm afraid."

Hua Xi'er stopped laughing, and seeing that the situation seemed genuinely serious, her expression turned serious. "Who is that person?"

Shui Wa'er glanced at her, took a deep breath, and helplessly recounted the incident five years ago, when she was twelve years old, when she secretly sneaked into the "Blood Tower."

"Back then, thankfully my senior brother saved me, but he also became a target. The Blood Tower issued a warrant for my arrest and kept tracking down the location of the Valley of the Thieves, so I dared not leave the valley. Every time I went out, I was very careful. Several times I almost got caught, I was terrified, so I dared not leave the valley even more."

Hua Xi'er was dumbfounded and exclaimed in disbelief, "Heavens!

You actually offended Leng Wushe, the current leader of the Blood Tower?"

The Blood Tower was a well-known assassin group in the martial arts world, and Leng Wushe was already a renowned cold-blooded assassin before he became the leader.

It was rumored that he had never failed a mission he took on. His silent and stealthy skills killed people before they could even detect his presence.

His ghostly figure, the fact that no one had ever seen his true face, and his mysterious identity made him even more fearsome.

"White hair, white eyebrows, brown eyes, skin as pale as snow... Are you seeing a ghost?" Does anyone in this world look like that?

"If it were a ghost, I wouldn't be afraid," Shuiwa'er said irritably, "but he's not, and I don't know what I did to offend him, that he keeps chasing me."

Thinking of that strange boy from back then, she felt uneasy. She still remembered those gloomy brown eyes, cold and indifferent, completely devoid of emotion.

Hua Xi'er lowered her head in thought for a while, then looked up at Shuiwa'er.

Shuiwa'er, true to her name, was petite and delicate. Even her face and features were small, except for her bright, large eyes, which took up almost half of her small face, and her crescent-shaped bangs, which made her look even more adorable, like a pure lily.

“Child, you know, when a man is so persistent in pursuing a woman, there's usually only one reason…” Hua Xi’er looked at her sympathetically, “Besides, you even saw her naked body! Maybe she was a virgin on her wedding night, and this was the first time she'd ever been seen naked like that! Tsk tsk, no wonder he keeps chasing you, he probably just wants you to take responsibility.”

By the end, Hua Xi’er was almost gloating.

Shui Wa’er immediately shuddered and glared at Hua Xi’er angrily. “Please! Don’t make it sound so scary, okay? I was only twelve years old then, what did I know! Besides, he was prettier than any girl I’d ever seen, I almost mistook him for a woman…”

To be honest, when she saw him naked, her gaze was fixed on his devilishly handsome face, and she didn’t dare look anywhere else.

Recalling that scene from five years ago, Shui Wa’er felt her ears burning, and when she met Hua Xi’er’s piercing gaze, her face flushed, and she glared back angrily. “Besides, I don’t think he’d be interested in me. That guy doesn’t seem like the type to fall in love.” She pouted and gave a soft snort.

“How so?” Hua Xi’er challenged.

“He… is very strange.” Shui Wa’er frowned, racking her brains. “He’s very handsome. In all my life, I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than him. When he was caged, he was like a beautiful wild beast. But his beauty was too sinister…”

She paused, trying to find the right words to describe the boy in her memory.

“Sinister… like a demon or monster. And he doesn’t just give off a cold feeling, but a strange, eerie feeling, like he has no emotions…”

How can someone without emotions know how to love?

“Anyway, I think he’s not pursuing me because he loves me.” If he does, that’s terrifying. Being loved by a man who’s like a ghost is terrifying!

The more Shui Wa’er thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

“Is that so?” Hua Xi’er looked at Shui Wa’er dismissively.

“Whatever! I’ll stay here for a while anyway.” Shui Wa’er pouted and said playfully. "Even if you forbid it, I'm still going to stay."

"Is it safe for you to stay here?" She was just an ordinary citizen, no match for the terrifying Blood Tower Master.

"Anyway, hiding for a few days shouldn't be a problem. I need to find another secluded place to stay. In short, I can't go back to Stealing God Valley until my senior brother marries his beauty." At least with her senior brother there, there was someone to protect her, but now that he's gone, her safety is questionable.

Sigh, she could only pray that she could get through these days safely.

How wonderful! Hiding in Joy City was definitely the right thing to do.

Shuiwa sat on the railing, swinging her legs, her little hands holding a hot sesame seed cake, munching on it. Her ordinary little face had a pair of large, bright eyes.

These past few days she had been staying at Huaxi'er's place, eating her food. She lived a carefree and happy life, utterly blissful!

At first, she was trembling with fear, appearing with a different face every day, until everything happened, and only then did she calm down, taking Qiang Pingfan's face mask and disguising herself as an ordinary young girl.

At this moment, she was sitting on the railing of the Longteng Restaurant, watching with interest the annual July Lantern Festival in Huanxi City.

People say that the gates of hell open in July. Huanxi City has a tradition of holding a lantern festival every July, hoping to drive away wandering ghosts with the bright lights.

The lantern festival lasts for seven days, these seven days being the liveliest days in Huanxi City. Lanterns of all shapes and sizes are hung in rows on the streets, illuminating the entire city. The cries of vendors and the laughter of the crowds blend into a lively scene.

A large eye rolled around, watching the street scene, while a small mouth still munched on a delicious sesame seed cake, the eyes narrowed into slits with satisfaction.

"Hmph, so happy!" Hua Xi'er sat on the chair, watching the bustling street with Shui Wa'er, elegantly sipping her tea, her beautiful eyes glancing at her indifferently.

"Yes, I am happy!" Shui Wa'er nodded, finishing her sesame cake in a few bites, her eyes fixed on the hot, freshly baked osmanthus cakes on the street.

"I want to eat osmanthus cakes." She licked her lips, her face full of longing.

"Wait, I'll go buy some right away." Xi Que, who was nearby, immediately ran downstairs upon hearing this.

"Thank you." Shui Wa'er smiled happily. "Xi'er, your Xi Que is so thoughtful."

"Yes! But there are always those shameless people who eat, drink, and live for free without any sense of responsibility." Hua Xi'er said coldly.

"Ah! This tea is so delicious, fragrant and sweet, wonderful!" Shui Wa'er reached out and poured herself a cup of tea, automatically pretending not to have heard.

Hua Xier squinted at Shuiwa'er, "Shuiwa'er, is it true that you're being watched?" Seeing how carefree Shuiwa'er had been these past few days, with nothing happening, Hua Xier was starting to wonder if she'd been tricked.

Shuiwa'er sighed, holding her teacup, blinking her big eyes innocently at Hua Xier. "Xier, do I look like that kind of person?"

"Very much so," Hua Xier answered without hesitation.

Shuiwa'er immediately pouted, about to speak, when she heard a scream from the street. Startled, she immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

"What happened..." Before she could finish speaking, a wounded and bloodied man was seen scrambling across the opposite rooftop.

A moment later, several men in black surrounded him.

"A feud?" Hua Xi'er frowned at the men in black, noticing a blood-red ghost fire embroidered on the right arms of each of them.

That mark wasn't...

She immediately looked at Shui Wa'er, who was already pale and speechless.

Because a ghostly figure suddenly appeared among the men in black. He was dressed in white, his upper face covered by a fanged mask, revealing only his beautiful lips, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

His appearance instantly silenced the surroundings, the atmosphere freezing. No one dared to utter a sound. The wounded man's face turned deathly pale upon seeing him, staring at the man in terror. "Lord...Lord..."

"Betraying the Blood Tower, that's no small crime." The man spoke, his voice calm and emotionless, yet chilling to the bone.

The burly man trembled uncontrollably, blood dripping from his sword-wielding hand. Fear made his hands and palms sweat profusely, cold sweat pouring out incessantly.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" The man's handsome lips curled into a smile, his pale brown eyes devoid of emotion. The atmosphere grew even more tense with his words, as if it were about to explode.

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass broke the heavy silence.

"Ah! Leng Wushe, I'll fight you to the death!" The burly man, as if startled, no longer cared about anything and swung his sword at the man.

The moment he moved, the men in black surrounded him! A fierce battle raged between them. The man in white remained motionless, his brown eyes gazing calmly at the opposite pavilion. Suddenly, he saw a pair of astonished, bright eyes. Behind the mask, his brown eyes narrowed slightly!

It was just an ordinary little girl, nothing special, but those eyes were familiar. He had seen the exact same bright, lively eyes five years ago… Different appearances, but the same eyes…

“Child,” he whispered, his voice soft and clear, yet reaching Shuiwa’er’s ears precisely.

She was startled, seeing a flicker of fire in his brown eyes. She gasped, and without hesitation, turned and ran.

Chapter Two:

Heavens! She really saw a ghost.

Shuiwa’er’s figure flew swiftly, not daring to stop, using her lightness skill and all her strength to escape desperately.

Ugh… she was so easily frightened; she had even dropped her cup at the sight of him. That’s why she had attracted his attention.

"Oh no, I've been discovered! With that guy's inexplicable obsession with her, escape will be difficult now!"

She hadn't forgotten that five years ago, he had gotten within an inch of her without her noticing, and she hadn't even realized it. Adding to that the rumors she'd heard in the martial world over the years, his skills must be even more terrifying than back then. She doubted whether she could really escape.

But she had to escape, even if she couldn't! The Thief Clan was renowned for their lightness skills; she couldn't lose face!

Water Child thought, slightly out of breath, until she was several miles away from Joy City and felt that no one was chasing her anymore, then she stopped.

Leaning against a tree, one hand on her hip, she swallowed hard, breathing rapidly. "I...I should have shaken him off..."

She looked behind her—no one. "Great, I've shaken him off..."

"Child!"

"Wow!" She shrieked, turning around to see a white figure slowly landing in front of her, a brown eye intently watching her through the Yu Liaoya mask.

She was stunned. When had this guy gotten to her side? And she hadn't even noticed...

"You..." Staring at him, she was too frightened to speak.

Leng Wushe stared intently at those bright, beautiful eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Found you, child." Those lively almond-shaped eyes confirmed it was her!

"You... what do you want?" Recovering from her shock, Shuiwa'er mustered her courage and defiantly looked up at him. "Leng Wushe, you've been sending people after me for five years now. What do you want?"

She had a temper too. Now that she'd been caught, she was ready to fight back!

She hadn't done anything to him. At most, she'd broken into the Blood Tower once and accidentally seen him naked. It wasn't her choice; he was the one who wasn't wearing clothes!

"This—it's yours." His tone remained indifferent as he held out his hand, palm open.

"Huh?" Shuiwa'er was stunned for a moment, looking at the emerald green jade pendant in his hand. The round jade pendant, carved with lily patterns against the green background, faintly glowed with a pale green light under the moonlight.

This was the jade pendant she had worn since childhood, and it had never left her side until he tore it off five years ago.

She hadn't expected him to keep the jade pendant on him, and that his first words to her were to return it.

She looked at the jade pendant, then at Leng Wushe, her little face full of confusion. "You... you've been chasing me for five years, just to return this? No way?"

"You... don't want it?" A hint of confusion flashed in his brown eyes, but his voice remained calm, devoid of any emotion.

"Uh..." Shuiwa'er scratched her head and glanced at him. "If you want to return it, of course I'll take it, but after I take it, you won't follow me like a ghost anymore, right?"

"No," Leng Wushe replied.

Shuiwa breathed a sigh of relief and was about to reach for the jade pendant when Leng Wushe spoke again. "I won't chase you, but I won't give you a chance to leave either."

"Huh?" Shuiwa froze, her outstretched hand hanging in mid-air.

"Your face... is different." He ignored her, his brown eyes fixed on her ordinary face, and reached out to touch it.

"Hey! What are you doing..."

Shuiwa instinctively tried to dodge, but he was faster than her; the mask was immediately torn off, revealing a fair and flawless face in his brown eyes.

The bright almond eyes remained unchanged, but the ordinary face was gone, replaced by a flawless beauty, with small, delicate features, like a porcelain doll.

"No change." She looked the same as five years ago.

"You..." Staring at the masked Leng Wushe, Shuiwa was speechless, truly feeling like she'd encountered a madman; his every move was unpredictable.

No! She had to escape...

The thought had barely formed when he saw through it.

"You can't escape. " "He won't let her escape from him again. This time, no one will save you either."

He wouldn't let the mistake of five years ago happen again.

"You..." Knowing he was right, Shuiwa'er bit her lip and glared at him irritably. "Why did you grab me?"

"I don't know." Leng Wushe replied crisply.

"Huh?" Shuiwa'er was stunned again, her brows furrowing. "If you don't know why you grabbed me, there must be some reason, right?"

"Reason?" He repeated her words, looking at her with his brown eyes.

"I don't know." He never thought about reasons, he only knew that he wanted her.

"Leng Wushe. Are you playing me?" This guy, why does he even speak so strangely, making him completely unpredictable?

"I'm not playing games." He slowly reached out and touched her face, the soft touch of his palm making him smile, his cold brown eyes revealing a hint of affection. "Wa'er." His

voice was soft and gentle, as if he were cherishing a precious treasure.

Shuiwa felt a flutter in her chest, and she forgot to dodge his hand, letting him touch her, her almond-shaped eyes unable to leave his deep brown eyes.

She couldn't resist reaching out to remove his mask, revealing a face of otherworldly beauty.

Snow-white skin, white hair and eyebrows, light brown eyes, and thin, bright red lips created a captivatingly alluring face, making one's heart tremble yet unable to look away.

"Aren't you...aren't you afraid?" Leng Wushe didn't flinch, letting her remove the mask, his brown eyes fixed on her reaction! He knew he looked strange; no one was unafraid of his appearance.

"Hmm?" Shuiwa'er turned her head, keenly sensing a fleeting hint of hurt in his brown eyes, which softened her heart.

"My appearance." He smiled, a cold, wary smile. "Like a monster, isn't it?" He had often heard such descriptions since childhood.

Shuiwa'er nodded, her little face straightforward. "White hair, white eyebrows, such white skin, such light-colored eyes, and such a bewitching appearance—a normal person wouldn't look like this."

When she first saw him, she also thought she had encountered a demon or monster.

"You're scared too, aren't you..." He withdrew his hand, placing it behind his back, his brown eyes slightly narrowed, his voice calm yet tinged with a barely perceptible loneliness.

"Uh..." His appearance made Shuiwa'er scratch her head, making her seem like a child deprived of affection.

"I can't help it, of course I'm scared the first time I see you! But I get used to it, and you're so beautiful, it's quite pleasing to the eye after a while... Wait! What am I saying?" Shouldn't she be thinking about how to escape? How did she end up comforting him?

Leng Wushe raised his brown eyes, seeing Shuiwa'er's annoyed expression, and couldn't help but smile. "Wa'er..." he called her softly.

Hearing him call her name, Shuiwa'er's heart fluttered again, and she couldn't help but clutch her chest, feeling her heart pounding wildly at his call.

Good heavens, what's wrong with her?

"Am I possessed...?" Her heart was pounding so fast just from being called by name. What was wrong with her?

Shuiwa couldn't help but look up at Leng Wushe, only to see him staring intently at her, his gaze so deep it seemed he only had eyes for her, as if he wanted to suck her in.

She felt a little breathless. No, this was too dangerous! She had to escape...

"Ah! Senior Brother!" Looking behind Leng Wushe, she cried out in surprise, and taking advantage of his distraction, she quickly turned and flew away.

But the white figure was faster than her. In a flash, a long arm wrapped around her waist, powerfully pulling her into his embrace.

Shuiwa tried to retaliate, but a sudden pain shot through the back of her neck, and her vision went black. She fell softly into his arms.

Leng Wushe held her, his arms tightly wrapped around her chest, his fingers gently stroking her face, a hint of determination in his brown eyes. “Baby…”

He caught her!

So warm…

Shuiwa’er rubbed against the pillow beside her contentedly. It was just the right firmness, and it smelled nice, a light and warm scent. She liked the smell.

She sighed contentedly, hugging the pillow even tighter, like a kitten, her little face gently rubbing against it.

In her drowsy state, she vaguely felt something was wrong… The pillow should be soft, so why was it both soft and hard?

And, this pillow seemed a bit big…

She opened her eyes in confusion, and the first thing she saw was a strong chest, while her hands were wrapped around a slender waist. Looking up, she saw a pair of brown eyes fixed on her, thin lips slightly curved.

Shuiwa’er immediately widened her eyes, “Wow!” She jumped up in fright, almost rolling off the bed.

Leng Wushe pulled her back, drawing her into his arms, making her straddle him, the two of them in an ambiguous position.

“You…” Shuiwa’er glared at him, then turned her head to look at the unfamiliar room. She thought of what had happened before she fainted.

"This is..."

"My room in the Blood Tower." He confirmed her guess.

"You, you..."

"I told you, I won't let you escape. I want you by my side." He took a strand of her hair and kissed it.

There was a faint scent of lilies in her hair, her scent, which he liked.

His intimate actions carried a seductive, wicked charm, and Shuiwa felt her face burning. Only then did she belatedly realize that she was straddling him, her crotch pressing against his heat intermittently.

She jumped up abruptly, quickly getting off him, turning to the corner of the bed, and then quickly checking her clothes.

Good, nothing was missing.

Shuiwa breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up and glared at Leng Wushe, "Hey! You surnamed Leng, what do you want from me?"

"I want you to stay by my side," Leng Wushe repeated.

"Stay by your side for what?" She didn't understand. "You want me to steal things for you?"

After thinking about it, that was the only benefit of capturing her.

“I don’t want anything.” He looked at her, his brown eyes focused, his tone light yet firm. “I only want you.”

His words startled her, and his gaze, so earnest and persistent, left her speechless.

“You…” Ugh! Her heart raced again. Who taught him to say those things and look at her like that? The way

he looked at her was as if she were the only person in the world…

Her face flushed. Shuiwa’er remembered what Hua Xi’er had said: a man pursuing a woman so persistently usually only has one reason…

“Hey! Leng Wushe, you… you don’t actually like me, do you?” Her face red, Shuiwa’er asked awkwardly.

“Like?” Leng Wushe raised an eyebrow, looking at her with confusion.

“What is that?” He didn’t understand her meaning.

“Uh…” His question startled her, making her feel a little guilty, and she turned cold. “If you don’t like me, why do you want me to stay by your side?”

Unconsciously, her tone became angry.

“Are you angry? Why?” He didn’t know what he had said wrong, and his handsome brows furrowed.

"Because you like it? What's that?"

"You..." Seeing his puzzled expression, Shuiwa'er frowned as well. "You don't know what 'like' is?

" "What is that?" he asked, his brown eyes full of confusion.

"Really? You've never liked anything before?" Shuiwa'er looked at him in surprise.

Leng Wushe looked at her, his handsome face full of confusion.

"Aren't you angry anymore?" He was more concerned about this.

"You... Pfft!" Shuiwa'er couldn't help but laugh, her bright smile making her face look even sweeter and her almond eyes even brighter.

Strange, she clearly thought he was very strange, not even knowing what 'like' was, but his expression of fear that she was angry made her think he was so cute.

What kind of man was he?

Sometimes he was cold and emotionless, making people afraid; other times he was as innocent as a child, making it impossible to be angry with him.

"You smiled." Leng Wushe looked at Shuiwa'er's smile in surprise, his large hand stroking her face. "Wa'er..." he called her, in a soft, subtly gentle tone.

Shuiwa'er blushed, a hint of awkwardness on her face. "Why...why do you keep calling my name?" And every time, with that voice, that look in his eyes, it made her heart flutter.

"Don't you like it?" He looked at her, his cold demeanor vanishing before her, leaving only focused purity.

Looking at her, calling her name, touching her, filled his heart with a deep warmth, dispelling the emptiness within.

"It's not that I don't like it..." she murmured, looking at him. His warm palm caressed her face, making her heart tingle, and she didn't even think to pull away.

Strangely, she seemed to have become less averse to him, not even to his touch, and... she even seemed to like it a little. This unfamiliar feeling made her uncomfortable.

"Stay by my side, okay?" He gently twirled her hair around his fingers, their bodies close enough for him to smell her fragrance.

His handsome face softened slightly, his cold brown eyes becoming gentle and warm.

"Even if I say no, you won't let me leave, right?" Pouting, Shuiwa looked at him with a hint of endearing coquettishness.

"Yes! No." Leng Wushe answered honestly.

She knew it! Shuiwa couldn't help but pout. "Alright! I'll stay here for now, but you have to give me another room."

"No." Leng Wushe shook his head.

"What?" Shuiwa'er's eyes widened. "Then where do you want me to sleep?"

"Here." He replied matter-of-factly.

Shuiwa'er's eyes widened even more. "Leng Wushe, don't push your luck! I agreed to stay not to warm your bed." She glared at him angrily.

Seeing that she was angry again, Leng Wushe quickly said, "It's safer with me."

Shuiwa'er frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The Blood Tower isn't a safe place. Only by my side will you be safe." He explained calmly, his brown eyes watching her nervously, afraid she was still angry.

"The Blood Tower isn't safe? Aren't you the Tower Master? I'm your guest, no one dares to do anything to me, right?" Shuiwa'er asked, puzzled.

"Only the strong can be the Tower Master. Once I become weak, I can be replaced at any time." Leng Wushe replied, his tone as natural as if it were a very common thing.

Shuiwa'er was stunned. "You mean... they listen to you because you're strong, and once someone is stronger than you, they'll switch to obeying that person?"

"Yes!" The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, that's the rule of the Blood Tower.

He wasn't afraid of death, and he had no weaknesses. Through various trainings, he survived, became stronger than others, and ascended to the position of Tower Master.

"What kind of hellhole is this..." Good heavens! Who could stay in such a dangerous and cold-blooded place?

"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." He looked at her earnestly.

"You were supposed to protect me anyway. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this hellhole..." Shuiwa muttered irritably.

She was very self-aware; apart from her lightness skill, her other skills were mediocre at best. In any case, if she couldn't win, she'd just run away.

Hearing her grumbling, Leng Wushe smiled slightly, but the smile had barely formed when his eyes turned cold. He grabbed her with one arm and flicked his finger lightly towards the door with the other. "Come out!"

"Junior brother, you really went all out." A man pushed open the door, a bloody gash across his cheek. A handsome smile played on his lips, but his eyes held a cold, bloodthirsty glint that didn't match his good looks. "If I hadn't dodged quickly, it would have hit my throat."

Leng Wushe remained silent, his face cold as he shielded Shuiwa'er behind him with his figure, his brown eyes calmly observing the man.

Who was he? Shuiwa'er peeked out, curiously looking at the man. The first thing she noticed was the bloodthirsty aggression in his eyes, which made her dislike him. She frowned, instinctively disliking this man.

Seeing her, Yin Luo narrowed his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

"Junior brother, when did you start keeping a mistress?"

"Get out! This isn't a place for you." Leng Wushe said calmly, then returned to his usual composure.

Seeing that Leng Wushe didn't take him seriously at all, a flash of anger crossed Yin Luo's eyes, but when he looked at Shuiwa'er, his expression turned wicked.

"Little one, be careful. This guy is a demon. Anyone who gets too close to him will die." He watched Leng Wushe's reaction with a cold smile.

Leng Wushe lowered his eyes and remained silent, his thoughts unreadable.

"You're his senior brother, right?" Shuiwa'er raised an eyebrow, looking at him dismissively. "Then how come you're still alive after spending every day with him? Are you also a demon? And a very powerful one at that, so you haven't been cursed to death? Maybe those who were cursed to death died because of you, tsk tsk! So you're the one who really caused all this trouble!"

Yin Luo narrowed his eyes, glaring coldly at Shuiwa'er, his voice chilling.

"Little one, being so sharp-tongued won't do you any good."

"I can't help it." Shuiwa'er shrugged, smiling sweetly.

"I'm never good with animals, please forgive me."

"You—" Her words ignited Yin Luo's fury. "You're courting death!"

He swiftly shot a silver glint at Shuiwa'er, but another silver glint moved even faster. With a clang, the silver needle aimed at Shuiwa'er immediately reflected back, grazing Yin Luo's right ear and embedding itself in the wall.

Instantly, a cold, soft sword was pressed against Yin Luo's throat. Yin Luo

immediately froze, afraid to move. Leng

Wushe looked at him calmly, pushing forward with his hand, drawing blood from the soft sword at Yin Luo's throat. "Senior brother, you've gone too far."

He pursed his lips unhappily. Someone dared to make a move on his turf, even trying to hurt Shuiwa'er? "If you want to force me to act, you've succeeded, but do you have the life to gamble with? Hmm?" He exerted more force with his right hand, driving the soft sword deeper, drawing even more blood.

"Uh..." Yin Luo dared not speak, but his eyes remained fixed on Leng Wushe, staring at that wickedly beautiful face.

“Hey! Leng Wushe…” Shuiwa couldn’t help but speak up. His cold-blooded appearance terrified her, and her voice was timid. “You…are you really going to kill him?”

Leng Wushe looked at Shuiwa, noticing her fear, and released her soft sword. “Get lost! If there’s a next time, we’ll see if you’re still alive to gamble with me.”

Yin Luo covered his bleeding throat, as if he had discovered something, and laughed triumphantly.

“Haha! Junior brother, you actually let me go? Hahaha…”

Laughing, Yin Luo looked at Shuiwa, his eyes strange yet complex. “Hmph! Junior brother without weaknesses, Blood Tower Master, are you really invincible? Hahaha.”

Shuiwa stared blankly at everything, listening to Yin Luo’s enigmatic words, and then looking at the indifferent Leng Wushe. What kind of hellish place had she come to?

Chapter 3

This place really has no human presence at all!

After staying in the Blood Tower for a few days, Shuiwa felt like she was about to suffocate.

Everyone here was strange and eccentric, even the servants were as quiet as ghosts, completely silent.

And then there's Yin Luo, who always stares at her with that eerie look, making her skin crawl.

Compared to him, Leng Wushe seems much more normal.

Shuiwa'er picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth, her almond-shaped eyes glancing at the man beside her.

Leng Wushe ate his rice quietly, occasionally picking up some vegetables, but mostly just plain rice.

In the few days she'd spent with him, she knew he was a man of few words, indifferent to everyone else, but only with her would he patiently listen to her, his eyes always fixed on her. He was watching her constantly.

Even now, though he was eating, his beautiful brown eyes kept glancing at her, as if he could never tire of looking at her.

Noticing her gaze, Leng Wushe put down his chopsticks, his brown eyes meeting hers, but he remained silent, simply watching her.

Shuiwa'er, unable to bear it any longer, put down her chopsticks. "Hey! Don't you get tired of looking at me like that every day?" And every time he looked at her, his focused gaze made her blush and her heart race, making her incredibly uncomfortable.

"Tired? Why?" he retorted. Looking at her, he felt good; looking at her warmed his heart.

Shuiwa'er couldn't help but roll her eyes. Every time she asked him a question, he would only ask her in return, and she would usually be the one speaking while he listened quietly.

"What's so interesting about looking at me like that?" she asked, arms crossed, looking at him irritably.

"I don't know." He just wanted to look at her, for no other reason.

Shuiwa'er sighed patiently, took a deep breath, and asked again, "Besides 'I don't know' and 'why,' what else can you say?"

"Wa'er." Her name.

Shuiwa'er was defeated! She glared at him, but couldn't bring herself to be angry at that handsome face, and could only sigh helplessly.

"I really don't understand what kind of person you are?" she muttered to herself.

After observing him for a few days, she noticed that he kept his distance from everyone, as if he had a germaphobia, completely preventing anyone from getting close to him: except for her.

She was like an exception; she could get close to him, touch him, and even talk to him, and he never refused, even to the point of being completely obedient to her.

She didn't dislike him treating her like that... well, you could even say she liked it. She liked the way he looked at her and didn't mind being with him—although he really didn't talk much.

Picking up her chopsticks, Shuiwa continued eating, casually picking up a piece of food and placing it on his bowl. "Hey! Don't just eat plain rice, why aren't you eating all these dishes?" she said, putting several kinds of dishes into his bowl.

Leng Wushe stared blankly at her, then at the bowl full of food, without touching his chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that he wasn't eating, Shuiwa raised an eyebrow, looking at him with suspicion. "Why aren't you eating? Or don't you like these dishes?"

"No..." For him, food was just something to fill his stomach. He had never felt anything before, but seeing her put food on his plate made his chest rise, and he could only stare at her blankly, longingly.

Seeing him looking at her with that same gaze again, Shuiwa couldn't help but blush. "Eat if you don't have anything to eat! Don't keep looking at me!"

How annoying! Did he often look at girls like that? Didn't he know how devastating that look was?

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, then seeing his staring at the bowl, as if he couldn't bear to eat, she vaguely understood.

He didn't like people getting close, always ate alone, wasn't he picky about food, as long as he was full, then…no one had ever put food on his plate before, right?

In this strange, unsettling place, he was all alone; he must be very lonely, right?

Shuiwa couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She always felt this way about him, inexplicably soft-hearted, inexplicably unable to let go…

"Hey, I've already put food on your plate, shouldn't you put some on my plate too?" She held the bowl in front of him.

Leng Wushe looked up, staring blankly at Shuiwa'er's bowl, then at her.

"Hurry up! I want that chicken leg," Shuiwa'er pouted, her voice sweet and commanding.

"Oh!" Leng Wushe snapped out of his daze and obediently picked up a chicken leg and placed it in her bowl.

"Thank you." Shuiwa'er gave him a sweet smile, taking a big bite of the juicy chicken leg and eating it with relish.

He watched her eat, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Stop staring at me! Eat up!" she glared at him, ordering him impatiently; she was almost losing her appetite because of his gaze!

"Okay." Leng Wushe lowered his head and obediently picked up his chopsticks. He slowly ate the food she had placed for him.

Shuiwa'er couldn't help but find it amusing. His obedient manner was nothing like the cold-blooded killer rumored in the martial arts world.

"Hey! Is it good?" she asked with a smile.

"Mmm!" He didn't know if it was good or not; anything she put in his bowl, he thought was delicious.

Shuiwa propped her chin on her hand, looking at him with annoyance, and spoke in a bored tone.

"Honestly. Don't you feel lonely in such a desolate place?"

"Lonely?" Leng Wushe looked at her, not understanding her words.

"What is that?"

He was already used to loneliness. "It seems you don't even know what loneliness is." She didn't know if he really didn't know, or if he had long been used to it and forgotten. "How did you get to the Blood Tower?"

Blinking, she asked curiously, unable to resist wanting to know everything about him.

"My master said I was abandoned in the woods, and he picked me up." Leng Wushe lowered his eyes and said lightly.

"What about your master?" She seemed to have never seen his master.

"Dead." His voice was even more indifferent.

"Oh!" She vaguely felt that his appearance was a little strange, but she couldn't figure out what was strange. Shuiwa scratched her head and changed the subject. "I'm an orphan like you, but I've had my senior brother with me since I was little. He loves me very much. Although there are only the two of us in the valley, I'm not lonely at all."

She smiled, her eyes bright and sparkling like stars.

Leng Wushe looked at her and knew that the senior brother she mentioned was the one who took her away five years ago. "You and Feng Tianhen are very close?"

"Of course! My senior brother dotes on me, and I like him very much too." Shuiwa'er's voice even lit up when she mentioned her only family member.

Her expression and tone made Leng Wushe's heart clench. He didn't understand what "like" meant, but he knew that the "like" she spoke of disgusted him.

His handsome face hardened, and his brown eyes instantly turned icy. He wanted Feng Tianhen to disappear!

"What do you want to do?" Sensing the aura emanating from Leng Wushe, Shuiwa'er's smile vanished, and she looked at him warily. "If you dare touch my senior brother, I won't let you get away with it!"

She pursed her lips unhappily, her eyes filled with coldness.

Leng Wushe was startled by her tense face. He lowered his gaze, and his killing intent disappeared, leaving only a dull pain in his chest.

"I won't kill him." Any thoughts that had crossed his mind vanished because of her words. He didn't want her to be angry with him. "Don't be angry!"

he whispered, but no longer looked at her, and got up to walk towards the door.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Seeing him about to leave, Shuiwa bit her lip and couldn't help but ask him.

But Leng Wushe didn't answer for the first time; his figure vanished, and she felt a pang of sadness. "What! You're going to hurt my senior brother? Shouldn't I be angry?"

she muttered unhappily, her mind still replaying his faintly forlorn figure and tone.

It made her heart ache, and her whole being felt heavy…

Ugh! That guy really disappeared.

Shuiwa pouted unhappily, tearing at the petals, one by one, destroying the vibrant red flower.

She hadn't seen Leng Wushe for the past two days; he seemed to have vanished into thin air, no longer by her side, no longer following her around. This made her feel so uneasy, and she felt even more depressed.

Moreover, they were in the same room; she had waited for him there, but he never appeared. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep, and when she woke up, he was still nowhere to be seen.

She knew he had returned because she could smell his scent in the room, but he just wouldn't appear in front of her, clearly avoiding her.

"What are you talking about! I'm the one who should be angry!" Shuiwa muttered unhappily, her rosy cheeks puffed out.

He was going to lay a hand on her beloved senior brother! Shouldn't she be angry?

But seeing his dejected look, her anger vanished instantly, and she felt as if she had hurt him... In the end, she felt she was the one in the wrong.

"Sigh!" Shuiwa couldn't help but sigh as she plucked a petal.

Not seeing him for the past two days had made her feel terrible.

She had long been used to him being by her side, even though he was a man of few words, often making her both laugh and cry, and always looking at her with those eyes that made her blush and her heart race... But when all that was familiar disappeared, she felt extremely uneasy, as if something was missing.

How strange! She'd only known him for a few days, so why did she have this feeling?

Shuiwa'er was puzzled and confused, yet she couldn't leave so easily. She just couldn't let go of him, couldn't let go of that cold man who didn't understand loneliness…

Biting her lip, she looked at the bare, withered flowers she'd torn, and was about to sigh again when she felt that watchful gaze.

She turned around, unable to bear it. "Hey, Mr. Yin, how long are you going to keep spying on me like this? If you're going to watch, why don't you come out? I'll let you watch right here!"

She shrugged, glaring at the bushes. Normally she could ignore them, but now she was in a bad mood and didn't want to be spied on.

"Heh! Little one, you've got quite a temper." Yin Luo appeared unconcerned, his sinister eyes looking at Shuiwa'er with ill intent.

Shuiwa'er returned a fake smile. "That's right, I have a lot of temper, especially when I see someone I dislike, I feel like breathing fire."

"Haha…" Her provocative words made Yin Luo laugh loudly.

“Little brat, no one's protecting you now. Aren't you afraid your life is in danger?”

“Haha!” Shuiwa laughed along. “You, surnamed Yin, if you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago. If you have the guts, don't bark. But then again, all you have left to bark is your mouth.”

Duan Luo narrowed his eyes, his handsome face twisted with a sinister expression. “Little brat, stop being so glib.”

“If you don't want to hear it, why don't you get lost?” Shuiwa snorted coldly, not afraid of him at all.

Yin Luo glared at her coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Shuiwa was too lazy to pay attention to him, and didn't want to glare back at him. She turned to leave.

“Hehe, is today the fifteenth?” Yin Luo suddenly spoke.

Not wanting to talk to him, Shuiwa continued walking.

“Do you know how Leng Wushe became the master of the building?”

Shuiwa stopped and turned to look at him.

Duan Luo smiled evilly. "That guy is a monster, using his lewd appearance to seduce Master, didn't you know? He bewitches people with his body and face."

Shuiwa'er frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Haha! How do you think he got the position of Lord? He killed Master to get this position. How do you think he killed Master? Right in bed! Haha..." Yin Luo laughed, his handsome face twisted into a sinister ugliness.

"Do you think I would believe such a thing?" Shuiwa'er glared at Yin Luo, not believing his words, but then she thought of Leng Wushe's strange and cold expression when he mentioned Master.

It was like a taboo—a taboo he didn't allow anyone to touch. She couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Don't believe me? Today is the fifteenth, right? He killed Master on the fifteenth and got the position of Lord, hehe..." Yin Luo left with a wicked laugh.

Shuiwa'er was left standing there, Yin Luo's words swirling in her mind...

She didn't want to believe it, but...

Ha! Shuiwa'er was startled awake and sat up in bed.

In the dimly lit room, only her presence remained; Leng Wushe was nowhere to be seen.

Thunder rumbled outside; it was raining…

Shuiwa'er got out of bed, poured herself a glass of water, and sipped it slowly.

She hadn't slept well, her mind preoccupied with what Yin Luo had told her during the day, keeping her tossing and turning. She had only dozed off briefly when the thunder woke her.

Was what Yin Luo said true? Biting her lip, Shuiwa'er pondered.

The answer was terrifying; only Leng Wushe could know. Master murder? What had his master done to him? If what Yin Luo said was true…

She thought of Leng Wushe's stunningly beautiful image, both wicked and beautiful, wicked to the point of intoxication, yet beautiful to the point of drawing one closer…

She remembered the first time she saw Leng Wushe; he was naked and imprisoned in a cage. Even if it was bait to seduce her, the wounds on his body couldn't be faked.

A web of mysteries left her bewildered.

Putting down the glass, Shuiwa'er felt a headache coming on.

Suddenly, everything went blank; lightning flashed across the sky, gleaming with purple light.

Shuiwa looked outside the door. Besides the thunder, she seemed to faintly hear other sounds…

Was it her imagination? She stepped out of the room, puzzled.

Heavy rain fell, pounding against the roof tiles, mingling with the thunder, adding an eerie feeling to the quiet night.

The sound was coming from…

She went to the next room and pushed open the door! It was empty.

But the furnishings were familiar. She glanced around; this room…

was the room she had been in five years ago. Then…

She looked at the painting on the wall, touching the indistinct curve at the bottom! With a soft sound, the hidden door opened.

She walked into the dark corridor. Faintly, she heard painful groans coming from inside, like the mournful howls of a wild beast.

The sound tugged at her heartstrings, and she quickened her pace.

“Leng Wushe, is that you?”

she murmured, reaching the doorway of the small room. Although it was dark, she could see a figure huddled in the corner, breathing heavily.

“Leng Wushe?” she called tentatively.

“Wa…wa’er…” A painful voice came from the corner.

Hearing Leng Wushe’s voice, Shuiwa’er breathed a sigh of relief, but nervously tried to walk towards him. “What’s wrong? Your voice sounds strange…”

“Don’t come any closer!” Leng Wushe suddenly growled at her.

Shuiwa’er was startled, and she frowned at his strange appearance. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Wait, I’ll light a fire…”

In the darkness, she saw a tinderbox beside her, lit the torch on the wall, and made the dark room bright.

“No!” Leng Wushe roared, and with a wave of his hand, the torch fell to the ground, but the fire still burned, the faint light illuminating the room.

“Leng Wushe, what’s wrong with you?” Shuiwa’er was frightened by his strange behavior and looked at him in confusion.

“Go away…don’t come near me…” He panted, his body curled up, his voice filled with suppressed emotion.

Shuiwa’er ignored him and walked towards him. She squatted down behind him worriedly. “What’s wrong with you?” She reached out and touched him.

"No!" Leng Wushe dodged away, looking up in alarm.

Sweat clung to his handsome face, his brown eyes gleamed with fire, his fair skin flushed, and his thin lips were alluringly red.

He exuded an irresistible scent, which stunned Shuiwa'er, making her forget to breathe.

"Don't touch me..." he gasped, the fragrance emanating from her making his body throb with desire. He clenched his fists in anguish, trying to fight off the fire within him.

“You…” Shuiwa looked at his strange appearance and asked hesitantly, “You… have you been drugged with an aphrodisiac?”

Leng Wushe closed his eyes. “It’s a Gu poison. It’s released every fifteenth of the month.” “Gu?”

Shuiwa asked. “Gu?” “Who put it on?”

“Master…” Leng Wushe opened his eyes. The fire within him made him lose his composure, as if he wanted to vent. His smile was cold and eerie. “He uses Gu to control everyone… To be free… the only way is to be stronger than him… to kill him… only then can you be free… But the Gu… cannot be cured…” This Gu would ignite his lust. Sexual intercourse could relieve the pain, but he didn’t want that. He hated touching people and preferred to endure it, getting through every fifteenth of the month.

“So that’s why you killed your master…” Shuiwa murmured, looking at him with heartache, unable to imagine what kind of life he had lived before.

“Yes…” Leng Wushe lowered his eyes. “I knew he wanted me. I set a trap and took his life when he wasn’t paying attention…”

So that was the truth…

Shuiwa understood, but her heart ached for him.

"You're afraid of me, aren't you..." He laughed, closing his eyes, his body trembling as he suppressed the burning desire within him. "Leave... otherwise... I can't guarantee I won't hurt you..."

Her fragrance lingered around him, along with her scent; everything about her made him yearn for her, drove him mad.

Shuiwa'er looked at Leng Wushe, knowing she should leave. As long as he could endure this night, it would be fine. He had endured it before, so for their sake, she should leave...

Shuiwa'er told herself this, but seeing his suppressed and painful appearance, and the loneliness that unconsciously emanated from him, made it impossible for her to leave.

Her heart swelled with heartache, making it impossible for her to just abandon him.

What was this feeling? She didn't know, she only knew that she couldn't just leave...

She couldn't help but reach out and hug him, her lips gently touching his. She trembled slightly, not from fear, but from shyness.

She whispered shyly, "It's okay, you don't have to endure..."

Chapter Four

"Wa...wa'er..." Leng Wushe opened his eyes, looking at Shuiwa'er in surprise, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

But the lips against his were so soft, and her fragrance was so close to his…

Shuiwa'er blushed, her eyelashes trembling with nervousness. His lips were soft, and she extended her pink tongue, gently licking them.

“You…don’t want to?” She looked up at him shyly, feeling ashamed of her bold actions, but she didn’t regret it.

She couldn’t let him go, nor could she bear to see him suffer alone. Her heart softened for him, overflowing with affection.

What was this feeling? It didn’t matter anymore. She only knew that she didn’t regret it.

And him…would he accept it?

Seeing Leng Wushe’s shocked expression, Shuiwa'er pulled away from his lips, biting her lip awkwardly. “You…don’t want me?”

Her soft whisper had barely left her lips when his thin lips covered hers.

“Leng…” She was startled, and before she could speak, his hot tongue immediately explored her mouth, passionately searching everything inside, and his arms held her tightly in his embrace.

He wanted her, wanted her, wanted her…

All reason had vanished. The moment she approached him, the moment she touched him, the moment she looked into his eyes… he had surrendered.

He craved her, his burning body screaming, a raging fire within him. His tongue wildly licked her lips, seizing her sweet nectar, then entwined with her delicate pink tongue, demanding her fragrant aroma.

“Mmm…” Shuiwa breathed softly, tasting his flavor on her lips and tongue. Her eyes misted over, her pink tongue intertwining with his, sucking at his passionate saliva.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other, feeling each other's warmth and the attraction between their desires.

“Wawa…” He murmured her name, sucking on her lips, his tongue possessively entwining with her small, sweet tongue, loving her sweetness, which soothed the fire within him.

But it wasn't enough; he wanted more, much more. He wanted all of her.

His large hand slipped inside her clothes, lifting one breast from beneath the thin bodice, gently kneading it with his palm, teasing her sensitive spot. His

fiery tongue slowly moved down, sucking on the corner of her mouth, her pink chin, and finally her beautiful, delicate collarbone, lightly licking her soft skin, leaving trails of warm moisture.

His fingers also rubbed against her tender nipples through the bodice, the thin fabric gently brushing against her breasts, arousing her desire.

"Mmm..." Shuiwa moaned softly, feeling an indescribable sensation spread through her body with his caresses. Her nipples involuntarily hardened, and even her inner thighs felt a tingling sensation, as if dampened.

"Mmm... Leng Wushe..." she couldn't help but murmur his name, feeling her body become strange.

His kisses, and his caresses... seemed to ignite within her like fire.

"My child..." His usually cold voice was now hoarse, even tinged with intense desire. He nibbled at her flawless, white skin, leaving rings of teeth marks on her delicate flesh, his own imprint.

His fingers kneaded her erect nipples through her bodice, gently twisting and tugging, while his palms squeezed her soft breasts, caressing her full flesh.

Her softness and fragrance stimulated his desire, making him feel an even deeper thirst, instinctively wanting more.

He bit down on the thin string at the back of her bodice, letting it fall, revealing her two full, soft breasts and snow-white skin to his brown eyes without any concealment.

His eyes flickered with fire. The beautiful and alluring spring scenery intensified his desire, the fire within him burning brighter.

He couldn't help but lower his head and take one nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing the nipple, licking it again and again, circling the pink areola.

His large hand then cupped another full mound, his fingers kneading its soft, white flesh, his fingers teasing its rosy tips, rubbing them with his fingertips.

"Mmm..." The wet heat and tingling sensation from her breasts made Shuiwa breathe softly, a low moan escaping her lips involuntarily.

Her body grew hot from his touch, the wetness between her legs seemed to increase, even bringing an unbearable itch.

Her fiery body couldn't help but rub against his, her sensitive thighs pressing against his hot manhood. With her rubbing, the burning hardness seemed to grow larger, even pressing against her clitoris with her gentle steps.

She vaguely understood what it was, her face flushing crimson, but her body pressed against him even more passionately, her small hands caressing his chest through his clothes. Her

slender fingers moved lightly across his strong chest, her fingertips circling his chest, she even lowered her head to gently nibble on his Adam's apple.

Shuiwa'er's teasing made Leng Wushe's breathing heavier, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his handsome face could no longer maintain its coldness.

He roughly pressed her down, his lips and tongue sucking hard on her nipples, his large hands kneading her full, snowy breasts, turning her snow-white breasts a beautiful cherry red.

His knees also parted her legs, his burning male body rubbing against her sensitive inner thighs through the fabric, even circling around her vulva, teasing her tender little opening.

His lips and tongue also lightly tasted her bright red nipples, the pink nipples already wet from his licking, glistening with an alluring moisture, the snow-white flesh also kneaded until it was a bright red, the delicate buds at the tips hard and red, like ripe fruit.

"Ah...it hurts..." The pain from her chest made Shuiwa'er moan softly, but it didn't feel like real pain, instead, it made her feel pleasure.

Her vulva even oozed fluid from the constant pleasure she felt, and the burning male body rubbing against her private parts made the fluid seep out even more.

Unbeknownst to her, the flower fluid had already stained her panties with a wet patch, even wetting the fabric covering the man.

The overflowing love fluid made the naive Shuiwa extremely embarrassed. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't resist the pleasure he brought. Her lips were red, both ashamed and at a loss.

Feeling the wetness below, Leng Wushe spat out the nipple in his mouth, his brown eyes looking down, and saw her already soaked panties and his own stained crotch.

He raised an eyebrow, his fingers moving down to her soaked panties.

"Child...you're wet here..." he stated the fact, his brown eyes burning with heat, his fingers lightly touching her vulva, his fingertips stained with a drop of wet fluid.

"Ugh, don't say it out loud!" Shuiwa'er blushed and glared at him angrily. "You...you shouldn't touch me..."

His slender fingers suddenly exerted force, digging into her flower-like opening through the wet fabric. The sudden stimulation made her lower abdomen tighten, and she involuntarily let out a seductive moan, more nectar flowing out.

The sweet fragrance wafted through the air, enticing Leng Wushe. "Wa'er, let me see..." he whispered hoarsely, withdrawing his fingers and tearing off her belt with his large hand.

"No!" Realizing his intention, Shuiwa'er cried out in embarrassment, trying to dodge, but he was faster.

With a tug, the pink belt was pulled off, and his large hand followed, tearing off her half-wet underpants...

Without the cover of the underpants, her tender private parts were already glistening with moisture, soft black down covering the petals, yet unable to conceal the trembling stamens.

The beautiful and alluring spring scenery and sweet fragrance made Leng Wushe unable to look away, his throat bobbing with desire.

"Don't look—" Having her private parts stared at like this for the first time, Shuiwa was so ashamed she didn't know what to do. She quickly reached out to cover her private parts.

But Leng Wushe wouldn't let her cover up. He spread her snow-white thighs, lifted his buttocks, and lowered his handsome face, bringing it close to her alluring flower.

"No… what do you want to do…" Shuiwa looked at him in shock, her legs kicking. This shameful position made her feel uncomfortable.

He ignored her struggles, his brown eyes looking longingly at her pink flower, and gently blew on the trembling petals.

"Mmm…" Shuiwa trembled slightly, her tender petals contracting sensitively from the hot breath.

Leng Wushe extended his fiery tongue, lightly licking her vulva, his tongue parting the black hair, gently sucking on the pink petals, his fingers pressing on the indentation below her vulva, rubbing and teasing her sensitivity, trying to arouse her more passion.

"No..." Shuiwa moaned softly, feeling her tender pink vulva being teased by his lips and tongue. The ticklish sensation of his light licking and sucking made her unbearable.

More love juice flowed from her body, mixing with the saliva from his licking, making her pink vulva even wetter and muddier.

Her soft moans further aroused him. His tongue teased the wet petals, occasionally licking the clitoris and lightly brushing against the protruding stamen.

Every time he touched the tender stamen, he felt an excited tremor from the body beneath him, and her moans became even more alluring.

Even the love juice increased, flowing out abundantly drop by drop, so much so that he couldn't drink it all. He instinctively opened his mouth and took the trembling stamen at the tip of her vulva into his mouth, his fingers moving down, wandering back and forth outside the clitoris.

"No..." Shuiwa breathed softly, looking at him nervously.

"Don't touch there..."

As soon as he touched there, she felt a tingling tremor, the fire in her lower abdomen burned even more intensely, and even the flow of wetness increased.

But Leng Wushe ignored her, opening his mouth to take the tender clitoris into his mouth.

His tongue circled around the clitoris, then sucked hard.

His fingers also played with the petals, swirling around the opening, occasionally probing in and then quickly withdrawing, teasing the delicate flower.

Shuiwa'er was teased by Leng Wushe, moaning softly, her face flushed red, even her almond eyes glistened with a thin layer of water, her body tinged with a lustful red.

Good heavens! Wasn't he averse to intimacy? Where did he learn these flirting techniques...?

Shuiwa'er couldn't help but wonder, but his sucking lips and tongue didn't allow her to think too much. The petals contracted, releasing more nectar.

The overflowing sweet nectar soaked Leng Wushe's chin and made his thin lips glisten with a sexy sheen.

He released the swollen, engorged clitoris from his mouth, cupped her snowy buttocks with his large hands, took the clitoris into his mouth, and sipped the honeyed nectar as if it were an aphrodisiac.

As he suckled, his tongue licked the petals, making suggestive smacking sounds that made Shuiwa even more embarrassed.

Yet… she enjoyed it, gently twisting her slender waist, involuntarily craving more.

Her legs were spread wide in wanton abandon, her rising desire making her forget her shame, only able to instinctively moan, experiencing the tingling pleasure spreading throughout her body.

Her passion infected him; his lips and tongue sucked at the alluring sweet nectar, then he held it in his mouth, lifting his head to send the honeyed liquid into hers.

The already burning, aching man thrust into her naked, delicate flower through the fabric; his excitement, upon contact with her wet thighs, caused the overflowing love juice to soak his crotch even more, outlining his enormous, thick length clinging to the fabric.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, his chest against her two full, soft breasts, rubbing and trampling them with each thrust.

"Mmm..." Shuiwa whimpered softly, their lips intertwined, tasting her own passion in his mouth, the sweet, sticky flavor making their kiss even more intense.

"Wa'er...wa'er..." he called her name, his voice hoarse, sucking on her pink tongue, his narrow hips moving, pressing against her tender vulva, thrusting against her pinkness.

He dared not truly possess her, only using this method to soothe his burning desire and extinguish the fire within him.

"Mmm...mmm..." their lips were fiercely entwined, the saliva from their intense sucking wetting their chins.

Her sensitive inner thighs received his thrusts, the ticklish sensation of the friction against her vulva bringing her a slight pleasure, her legs spreading wider, her delicate opening peeking out bright red. Her

two petals were already swollen and red from his caresses, the constantly flowing fluids staining her private parts wet.

His crotch was already completely soaked, his hot, thick penis clinging tightly to the fabric, pressing against her vulva, rubbing against her two labia.

Their breaths mingled in their kiss, the saliva they exhaled making suggestive sounds. His hips rubbed and thrust forward, intensifying the friction and amplifying their pleasure.

Each large hand grasped a full breast, kneading and squeezing the smooth flesh, tugging at the rosy nipples.

The intoxicating pleasure washing over Shuiwa was completely mesmerizing; her tongue passionately darted out from her lips to intertwine with his, her small hands pulling open his shirt, caressing his strong chest.

But upon touching his skin, her palms felt the uneven texture. She paused, then, regaining her senses, saw his snow-white chest covered in scars.

Some large, some small, some long, some thin, they covered his entire chest, marring the pristine whiteness and shocking to behold.

"This…" Shuiwa was startled. Ignoring the fire within her, she rolled over and straddled him.

"Wa'er?" Leng Wushe hesitated for a moment, but didn't stop her.

She quickly tore open his clothes, revealing scars everywhere—all over his body, from head to toe, even his wrists and ankles bore marks from the chains.

She thought of their first meeting, how he was restrained by the chains, and the bloody wounds beneath them…

Her eyes welled up with tears. Her hands trembled as she gently touched the scars, biting her lip, and asked with reluctance, “Does it hurt?”

Leng Wushe stared blankly at Shuiwa'er. Her gentle touch seemed as if she were afraid of hurting him, even though the wounds had long since scabbed over and he no longer felt pain...

He had long forgotten what pain was.

He thought back to their first meeting five years ago, when only she noticed his injuries and bandaged them for him. It was then that he remembered her and looked at her deeply.

"It doesn't hurt," he shook his head.

"Liar," she looked at him, her face full of heartache, unable to imagine the terrible life he had endured before. So many wounds, even seeing them hurt her...

"Don't cry..." The sudden tears startled Leng Wushe. He reached out to wipe them away, but a burning pain shot through his body.

He was used to this pain, not uttering a sound, but his body tensed naturally, veins bulging on his skin.

"What's wrong?" Shuiwa'er looked at Leng Wushe anxiously.

"The Gu..." It's acting up again... This Gu always attacks in waves, each time more painful than the last, making it even harder for him to maintain his composure.

Seeing him break out in a cold sweat, yet his skin was burning hot and strangely flushed, and even his breathing became rapid, Shuiwa'er was tense and worried, not knowing what to do.

"Leng Wushe!" she called out to him anxiously, noticing that his whole body was tense, and she couldn't even touch his skin. "Leng... ah!"

Just as she was about to call out to him, he suddenly and roughly pressed her down beneath him, his open brown eyes already filled with a frenzied madness.

His unusual appearance startled her, and before she could think further, her thighs were spread apart, causing her tightly closed, tender opening to slightly open.

Leng Wushe quickly pulled down his pants, his hot, thick, and erect penis already swollen and erect, making Shuiwa'er stunned.

"Leng..." she began, but he suddenly pressed his hot penis against her flower opening, thrusting his narrow hips and forcefully penetrating her tender flower opening—

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