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Chapitre 186

So what are those kisses, what is the touch of those fingers, what is that heartbeat, what are those passionate moans?

Even though she truly didn't know what would happen in the future, after being taken to a brothel by Chu Gexing, she now vaguely realized that she had fallen into his trap. His compromise at that time was not surrender, but a temporary measure.

The plan was to delay until she fell into a deep sleep.

When did Chu Zhen start playing mind games with her?

Clearly, they were driven to a dead end.

It wasn't that he couldn't do it; as a powerful minister of Shun, he had seen it all, but he simply couldn't bear to use it on her.

Now, he's holding back.

I finally gave in.

Chu Zhen's gaze swept indifferently over Chu Gexing standing behind her, and she said, "Being stubborn and unrepentant will do no good for anyone. Le Yan, you should go back."

"No!" she shouted angrily, stepping forward.

----Are you lying to me?

Her eyes were wide open, almost brimming with tears.

I won't let you get away with this!

Chu Zhen watched her move forward, but did not stand still at all, only flipping her wrist inward.

Tang Leyan felt her blood run cold and abruptly stopped in her tracks.

With a "thud," the dagger in Chu Zhen's hand had already pierced his chest.

She was shocked, and tears finally welled up in her eyes.

Blood seeped out little by little, dripping onto the ground along the gleaming blade of the dagger.

Tang Leyan felt like her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. She couldn't believe it.

At the same time, my heart aches, a pain that feels like it's being shattered.

Someone nearby shouted, "Sir, sir, you mustn't do this!"

Chu Gexing, standing behind him, blurted out, "Uncle Zhen!"

Chu Zhen remained unmoved, standing resolutely, and said coldly, "Le Yan, if you take another step forward, I will die here." He took a breath, his voice trembling slightly from the pain. But his resolve remained as firm as stone: "Do you—believe me?"

She dared not disbelieve.

I dare not gamble with his life.

I'm betting that they won't believe it.

Tang Leyan swayed and took two steps back.

Chu Zhen glanced at her expressionlessly before saying, "Close the door!"

The door closed slowly in front of her.

His shadow, little by little, disappeared from her pupils.

This moment felt like a separation of life and death.

She wanted to burst into tears.

Tang Leyan stood still, feeling as if she had been pushed from a place of bliss to hell.

She looked up at the sky, swaying unsteadily.

The sky was overcast, and snow began to fall.

Snowflakes drifted down onto her face, quickly turning into tears in her wide-open eyes.

"Come back with me," Chu Gexing said from behind.

His heart softened, as soft as tofu.

He didn't want to watch the play anymore; it was too thrilling and exhausting for him.

Or perhaps, without realizing it, she found herself caught up in the thrilling and arduous performance. "No," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

"Leyan..." he called out.

That's useless.

They just didn't say it out loud.

Even if I told her, she probably wouldn't listen.

"Go back." She lowered her eyes, too exhausted to argue with him any longer, and large tears dripped from her eyes.

A layer of white fluff quickly appeared on the ground.

Tears fall, leaving tiny craters.

Chu Gexing watched from the side, somewhat dazed.

The schadenfreude and boundless joy I felt just moments before have now turned into deep sorrow and inexplicable pain.

This is not what he wanted, absolutely not.

Okay, the sugar or poison pie is over, now it's time for the knife! (To be continued...)

Chapter 247 of "A Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Path": In the Snow

Snowflakes fell gently from the sky.

The snow fell on her hair, forehead, and shoulders, and in a short while, her whole body turned into a white blanket. She knelt motionless at the door, looking like a frozen snowman.

Chu Gexing stood at the street corner, gazing into the distance.

"My lord... you should go back." An umbrella was handed to him from behind, shielding him from the sun.

Chu Gexing looked at the figure and turned around.

Has she left?

He slowly got up from the bed, and the secretary helped him up from the side, glanced at him hesitantly, and replied, "Sir...no."

He was startled, slowly pushed away the secretary's hand, and got out of bed.

"Sir, your wound... be careful... it's best not to move it," the secretary advised.

But it was useless.

Chu Zhen got out of bed and walked to the door. When he reached out, the movement aggravated the wound on his chest. He frowned slightly and opened the door.

Snowflakes, as big as goose feathers, fell from the sky like a madman before my eyes.

Chu Zhen was taken aback.

His hands gripped the door frame tightly, unable to let go for a moment.

"Where...has she been all along?" he asked.

The voice trembled.

Is it cold, or is it pain?

It hurts from the wound, or somewhere else.

I know nothing about it.

There was a brief silence behind him, followed by a reply: "...Yes, sir."

"Why didn't you kick her out!" He suddenly became furious, turned around abruptly, and glared at the person behind him as if venting his anger.

"My lord... no one can rush him..." the secretary replied softly. "Young Master Leyan... his temper is..."

"Can't you think of another way?! You...you!" Chu Zhen stomped her foot suddenly, the movement was so violent that she swayed and fell backward.

"grown ups!"

In the nick of time, a nimble figure darted in and caught him around the waist.

Chu Zhen slightly opened his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and whispered, "Sword control..."

Upon seeing the person arrive, the secretary hurriedly and quietly slipped out first.

Beitang Yujian helped Chu Zhen up and gently guided him to sit down by the bed. Then he said, "My lord, why did you do this? You hurt yourself. Doesn't that only make others feel worse?"

Chu Zhen stared at him, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

Beitang Yujian sighed.

I originally made an excuse to leave, wanting to give him and that other person some space to be alone. And now, is this the end?

The final outcome?

This was truly... beyond his expectations.

Leyan, you're really something.

It's astonishing that both sides have been driven to this point.

powerful.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

“Since you are so concerned, why don’t you go out yourself… You know, she listens to you the most…” he advised.

"No," Chu Zhen answered very slowly, his injuries not yet healed. Bearing the pain, or perhaps a pain that penetrated to the very marrow, his voice was low and weak, yet incredibly firm.

Beitang Yujian looked up at him and saw that his face was pale, but his eyes were as bright as stars. He said, "I finally managed to shut her out. I wanted to be ruthless and cut off her hopes. If I go out now, wouldn't all my efforts be in vain?"

Beitang Yujian remained silent.

What he said makes sense, but like this...

Both sides suffer losses.

Isn't this a lose-lose situation?

He suddenly wanted to laugh out loud. Oh, no, or perhaps it would be a lose-lose situation. He thought of the blue-clad figure standing alone at the street corner when he came in from outside, that gazing look in his eyes... The fallen white snow accentuated his breathtakingly handsome face. He was truly indescribably beautiful, and that hint of melancholy and pain was even more unsettling.

What was that man thinking?

Why did you leave again after he returned?

Feeling embarrassed? Haha, embarrassed at this time?