Chapter 1116: Chapter 1116: Roaming the World with a Sword (20)
Ming Xian sat down, gazing at the boundless sea.
Chuzheng suddenly crouched down, meeting his gaze. Ming Xian instinctively wanted to look away, but Chuzheng grabbed his chin, forcing him not to.
Ming Xian glared at her angrily.
“I don’t care if you believe it or not, drugging you wasn’t my intention, nor was it for that dog Liang Xuan.”
Ming Xian, still angry: “Then why?”
Even he didn’t know why he was angry.
But he was just angry.
Thinking of what Liang Xuan said, he couldn’t help but…
“Let me ask you this, before we jumped off the cliff, did you have any other feelings for me?”
“Who has feelings for you!” Ming Xian exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
“You don’t? Why are you so agitated?”
“…”
Ming Xian’s face suddenly felt hot, filled with both anger and embarrassment.
The aura around Ming Xian suddenly surged out, desperately trying to present the stance of the Great Demon Head: “You offended me, am I not allowed to be angry?”
“Offended? Was it like this, or like this?” Chuzheng’s soft kiss landed, Ming Xian’s whole body was almost under her control, unable to move.
Ming Xian was so angry that his eyes turned red, the aura around him extremely unstable, like a demon driven to a dead end, full of grievances with no outlet, seemingly about to cry.
Of course, Ming Xian didn’t want to cry.
He was genuinely angry.
“You haven’t answered my earlier question.”
Ming Xian turned his head, wanting to free his body.
“If you don’t speak, I’ll kiss you.”
Ming Xian suddenly turned to glare at Chuzheng, who looked at him leisurely, using a tone from TV’s domineering president: “Or do you want me to kiss you?”
Ming Xian nearly choked.
Seeing Chuzheng leaning closer, Ming Xian desperately tilted his head back, gritting his teeth, “No!”
Before jumping off the cliff, he only thought she was an ordinary sect member, oh no, a sect member who betrayed him.
But when he woke up and saw her, deep down he didn’t feel much hatred for the betrayal.
Instead…
He wanted to be closer to her.
Ming Xian thought he was crazy, wanting to be close to someone who betrayed him.
Chuzheng asked again, “What about after jumping off the cliff?”
“…”
Ming Xian remained silent.
Chuzheng wanted to kiss him, Ming Xian angrily said: “Yes, are you satisfied now!”
Shouting this, Ming Xian’s chest quickly heaved twice, then it was like a secret had been discovered, made public, with no need to hide anymore, he relaxed completely.
Chuzheng carefully chose her words, avoiding taboo words for the bastard: “Before and after the jump, you should have noticed, I’m different from before. The former Chuzheng is dead, I’m not her.”
Ming Xian’s eyes reddened slightly, angrily glaring at her: “Then who are you?”
“Chuzheng.”
“…”
Ming Xian felt like Chuzheng was playing with him.
At this moment, he seemed like a clown, exposing everything, yet she remained calm and composed, watching.
Like an outsider…
“Do you think I’m particularly ridiculous?” Ming Xian’s expression suddenly calmed down, his voice subdued: “Watching me lose control for you, do you feel a strong sense of achievement?”
She should feel accomplished.
A person who should have considered him an enemy, but found he couldn’t treat her as an enemy, still needing to hide with caution.
Such an achievement, how many could reach it?
Ming Xian suddenly found strength from somewhere, pushed Chuzheng back, pressing down on her, with a fierce kiss landing.
Chuzheng saw Ming Xian’s crimson eyes, filled with ferocity and suppressed pain, like a trapped beast.
Chuzheng’s lips ached, the metallic smell of blood lingering between their mouths.
Chuzheng’s face suddenly warmed, with a warm liquid dripping down, sliding along her cheek.
Ming Xian cried.
His tears fell silently, as if he didn’t know himself.
Chuzheng’s heart trembled violently: “Ming Xian…”
Ming Xian closed his eyes, letting the tears fall, kissing her chaotically, tugging at her clothes.
His fingers touched the skin beneath the clothes, his body shivering, suddenly snapping awake.
What was he doing?
Ming Xian’s actions froze, Chuzheng’s clothes half-open, faintly revealing graceful curves, pressed under him, the soft warmth making his body heat up.
Chuzheng waited for a while, seeing Ming Xian unresponsive, asked him: “Not going to continue?”
Ming Xian seemed suddenly awakened: “I’m sorry.”
He swiftly pulled away from Chuzheng, retreating to the other side, he raised his hand to touch, only to find tears on his own face.
He cried?
Why?
Even Ming Xian wasn’t sure, only feeling at that moment a profound grievance, overwhelming, inexplicable, wanting an outlet for release.
Chuzheng tidied her clothes, sat up, moved to his side, reaching out to wipe the tears from his face: “Why cry?”
“I don’t know.” Ming Xian’s voice was hoarse, he didn’t want to look at Chuzheng, lowered his gaze.
Chuzheng carefully wiped away his tears, Ming Xian’s silent crying wasn’t unsightly, instead it made others feel an unprovoked heartache.
“I won’t betray you, trust me once.” Chuzheng suddenly softened her voice.
Ming Xian’s thoughts chaotic, responded randomly.
Chuzheng sat with him for a while.
“You…”
Ming Xian opened his lips, only saying a vague word.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t mind what you do to me.” Chuzheng thought Ming Xian cared about earlier: “You can do whatever you want to me, but of course killing me won’t do.”
Ming Xian originally didn’t want to bring up earlier.
Chuzheng’s sudden words made Ming Xian feel like he was on fire.
“Do you want to be with me?”
Ming Xian looked at her in astonishment, feeling the blood in his body boiling, ears buzzing, slowly quieting down.
The whole world fell silent.
Chuzheng’s expression serious and earnest, not joking.
Ming Xian murmured: “Which…be together?”
“What did you just want to do to me?” Chuzheng’s tone had no ambiguity, but her words were completely ambiguous: “It’s that being together.”
Ming Xian could only hear his own heartbeat, instinctively wanting to agree, but the next moment he seemed to recall something, as if plunged into an ice cellar.
Ming Xian raised his hand to cover his face, turned aside: “I won’t be with you.”
Chuzheng: “???”
What do you mean?
Don’t want to be with me, who do you want to be with?!
Forget it.
If you don’t want to, you don’t want to.
Chuzheng patted Ming Xian’s shoulder: “Don’t think of running away again, otherwise I won’t mind doing something else.” Breaking legs and locking you away, that’s also doable.
The girl’s elegant brows filled with cold frost, eyes clear and calm, like this sea, boundless and tranquil, hiding unseen swells beneath, known to none.
Ming Xian’s first thought: She is threatening me.
Chuzheng released him during Ming Xian’s daze, quickly pecking at his lip corner: “Where are you planning to go?”