La lluvia primaveral es como el vino, los sauces son como el humo

Capítulo 85

"I... just need another guest room. This is your guest room, right..." she said, somewhat incoherently.

Shu Jun leaned against the wall, frowning. After a while, he suddenly smiled lazily, looked up at her intently, and said in a low voice, "What are you afraid of?"

"I...I'm not afraid." But he seemed a little unsure of himself.

"I'll eat people?"

"No, of course that's not what I meant..."

“Your concerns are valid. I do eat people. For a long time, I’ve been thinking about how to cut you into small pieces and eat you without leaving a single bit.”

He laughed again, a laugh that sounded like a sigh, his voice very low.

Yichun turned to look at him, and he looked back at her in the same way. The two of them, with four eyes, seemed to be exchanging a thousand unspoken words, yet their gazes were also empty, expressing nothing at all.

After a long while, Yichun slowly took out a cloth bag from her bosom. It contained twenty taels of silver that Zuixue had given her. She gently placed the silver on the table and whispered, "This is to return your silver. It's twenty taels including interest, right?"

He didn't answer, his gaze slowly turning cold.

“I’ve recently learned how to make money, so I’m not short of cash like before, so…”

Before Yichun could finish speaking, she suddenly felt her arm being gripped tightly. He lifted her almost in mid-air and then shoved her hard against the wall. Yichun's back slammed against the wall with a loud thud. She was in so much pain that she almost lost her balance. Her knees buckled and she was about to fall, but he grabbed her neck and held her in place, unable to move.

Shu Jun was furious; this was probably the first time he had shown real anger in front of her.

He didn't say a word, he just looked at her, his eyes dark and deep, unfathomable. He had no expression.

Suddenly, he said in a low voice, "You owe me too much. Do you really think you can repay it?"

The hand that was gripping her neck loosened instantly, and Yichun swayed slightly, barely managing to regain her balance.

He said, "I don't want you to pay me back. Take your money and leave right now."

Shu Jun turned to face the window, without looking back at her again.

Yichun leaned against the wall, staring incredulously at his retreating figure. A sudden anger flared within her, quickly escalating into a raging inferno. She grabbed the cloth bag and hurled it at him, shouting, "Here you go! I don't want it!"

Shu Jun caught the cloth bag with his other hand, his expression complicated and gloomy. He looked at the silver coins sticking out of the bag, then at her, and threw the silver coins back at her fiercely: "I told you to leave!"

"I'm happy to stay here! It's not your house!" Yichun simply threw the teapot over as well.

The veins on Shu Jun's forehead were practically bulging, and he rolled up his sleeves: "Want to fight?"

"I'm not fighting with you!" Yichun glanced at him sadly. "Fine, I'm leaving!"

She rushed to the door, yanked it open, and was about to run out when suddenly a strong force grabbed her belt from behind and yanked her back violently. The wooden door slammed shut with a loud crash, but not a single servant dared to come up and check what had happened.

"The money hasn't been returned yet." Shu Jun gripped her waist tightly and said coldly.

"You didn't want it yourself!" Yichun was furious. This man was fickle and unpredictable, and she had reached the point of no return.

She slapped his shoulder with her backhand. Shu Jun took two steps back, then suddenly lifted his foot and gently hooked her calf. Yi Chun immediately lost her balance and fell down. But she was unwilling to be so easily defeated by him. She braced herself with her hands on the ground and sprang up like a soft and agile fish.

He was standing in front of me with his arms outstretched, so I had no choice but to jump into his arms.

She struggled, twisted, and used every ounce of strength and technique to fight him, but it seemed to be of no use. Yichun felt that the person in front of her had turned into a beast, and that she herself was about to be infected and become a beast without reason.

Their lips were pressed together in a burning passion, as if engaged in a bloody battle; his lips seemed to be broken, and hers were not spared either.

If she bites him, he will bite her back; if she tears one of his sleeves, he will tear his belt in retaliation.

The magnificent sunset seemed to unfold before her eyes, and Yichun felt a burning, suffocating heat—a delirious, intoxicating state that rendered her incapable of thinking. She felt as if she were being crushed, truly becoming pieces, to be devoured by him, bite by bite.

Somehow she ended up in bed, her hands and feet feeling as if they were bound by ropes, utterly useless. All the incomplete memories of that snowy night flooded her mind, making her gasp for breath, as if she were about to die.

Shu Jun suddenly stopped all his rough movements. He leaned on her, his breathing rapid and hot, his pupils dark, like the darkest night.

He gripped her shoulders tightly, his fingers almost digging into her bones.

"Yichun, open your eyes." His breath hit her forehead, burning hot. "Open your eyes and look at me."

Yichun suddenly opened her eyes, glaring fiercely at him, her pupils as deep and dark as his, desperately suppressing a raging fire.

"Let me go!" Her voice was hoarse and cold, yet it was like magma hidden in ice, about to burst forth.

Shu Jun gazed at her for a long time, his right hand gradually withdrawing from her body, but his fingers lingered on her wrist. He then took one of her hands and kissed it.

“...You always trample on other people’s feelings, as if you don’t need anything.” He said in a low voice, “You don’t owe me anything, I owe you, so I don’t care what you do, you can’t hurt me.”

He won't get angry, and getting angry isn't a big deal either; getting stabbed isn't a big deal either.

"You want to leave? Fine. I'll let go right away."

Shu Jun slowly released her wrist and sat up straight. His robe sagged from one shoulder, revealing a large expanse of his bare chest, which shimmered with an orange-red hue in the bright twilight.

"Next time we meet, I'll pretend I don't know you." He lifted the curtain and was about to jump down.

Yichun grabbed his sleeve from behind.

“I’m not leaving,” she said.

Shu Jun looked down at her, and Yi Chun stared at him for a long time before quietly saying, "I said I'm not leaving."

He suddenly moved, raised his hand and hugged her neck, feeling an overwhelming surge of emotion that threatened to overwhelm his heart.

The curtain embroidered with turmeric was closed, blocking out all the shimmering light.

He whispered many inaudible words in her ear, tender and delicate, his fingers gently stroking her cheeks, gradually moving down until he held her tightly in his arms.