L'hibiscus comme peinture

Chapitre 53

On the bustling highway, traffic flowed as usual. Suddenly, a runaway red sports car crashed into a luxury sedan. The collision sent sparks flying, and the sedan was propelled into the air before slamming heavily to the ground. For a moment, darkness enveloped the area; the noisy highway fell silent. Nothing remained but the unrecognizable sedan and bloodstains flowing from its interior. The world was plunged into darkness, devoid of light. A little girl stood quietly, holding a report card that read "first place." The report card slipped from her hand and lay still on the ground. Her bright smile vanished, replaced by a cold expression. She stood there, alone, until a white sheet was slowly draped over the faces of a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Only then did she move, desperately trying to lift the sheet, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach the bed.

No, no! It's so dark here, so very dark. She's so scared. She tries to struggle out, but she can't. No matter how she runs, she can't escape the darkness. And it's so cold here, so very cold. She's always been most afraid of the cold. "Mommy, it's so cold, Jun'er is so cold!" But her mother doesn't appear. She's still so cold. She reaches out, grabbing wildly, trying to grab her mother's warm hand. Perhaps her mother heard her cries, because a big, warm hand enveloped her small hand, and a mother kept comforting her in her ear: "Jun, it's not cold, it's okay, I'm here, it's okay, Jun, I'll protect you, Jun..."

Hearing that voice, she slowly calmed down, no longer afraid, no longer feeling cold. But the voice wasn't her mother's; it was a man's, but not her father's. She wanted to see who it was, but it was too dark, and she couldn't see. Only his alluring yet comforting soothing voice kept reaching her ears, so she stopped trying to figure out who it was and quietly fell asleep.

But she woke up halfway through her sleep, chilled to the bone. The warm hands were gone, the comforting voices were gone, and she was scared and cold again… Her parents appeared before her, and she ran happily to them, but they just smiled and walked further and further away…

"No, no... Daddy, Mommy... no, don't leave Jun'er, Jun'er will be scared, no! Daddy... Mommy... ah..." Ao Jun, who was in a deep sleep, had a series of nightmares and struggled on the edge of pain. With a start, she sat up and struggled out of the pain. She seemed to see light shining into her eyes and slowly opened them with difficulty.

Looking around, she realized she was in a camp. How could there still be such an antique-style camp in the 21st century? No, this is... Right, she had transmigrated to the Longxuan Dynasty and become Longxuan's strategist, but this camp was neither hers nor Jinxuan's. So where was she?

She wanted to get out of bed and see where she was, but as soon as she moved, her chest hurt terribly. What was wrong? She looked down and saw that her chest was bandaged. Her memories slowly returned. She, Jinxuan, and Yelü Ying went to stop Sheng Chi. In the end, she finally broke the Blood Soul Heavenly Stem Eight Trigrams Formation, but in order to save Jinxuan, she was stabbed by Sheng Chi. In the end, she seemed to have fainted in Jinxuan's arms.

It seems that Jinxuan saved her. Looking at the bandaged wound, her face suddenly turned pale and then red. The bandaged wound means that Jinxuan already knows that she is a woman.

"Finally awake?" A sinister voice, tinged with mockery, slowly rang out from behind Ao Jun.

Ao Jun was startled by the voice. No way! Slowly, and then very slowly, she turned her head. "Boom!" Her world collapsed. Oh God! Are you trying to play me like this?! You might as well just let me die.

“Yelü Ying…” Ao Jun glanced at Yelü Ying, swallowed hard, and tried to speak in a calm voice. But as soon as the words came out, he found that his voice was so hoarse that it sounded like someone was choking him, and he could also clearly feel a slight tremor in it.

It wasn't her fault; it was mainly because of Yelü Ying's appearance that her voice couldn't help but tremble. Yelü Ying sat casually in the chair, his collar half-open, his hair loose, and a wicked smile on his lips that was even more sinister than when she first met him. Moreover, he seemed to be suppressing something within that wickedness, while his face was incredibly cold. His red eyes gleamed with an unknown light and were unfathomably deep, staring straight at her as if he wanted to devour her. This made her feel guilty and lower her head.

Suddenly, a large hand appeared out of nowhere and clamped her chin, forcing her to raise her head. A magnified, handsome face with a sinister look appeared before her, staring at her with a half-smile. Before she could speak, Yelü Ying forced her mouth open and, before she could react, he poured a large bowl of water into her mouth.

"Ugh...cough cough..." Ao Jun coughed incessantly as water was poured into her chest, her face flushed red, and her chest ached terribly. She wondered if her wound had reopened. It was so painful! Even if that damned Yelü Ying wanted revenge, he shouldn't have used this method! Did he really want to choke her to death?

Seeing Ao Jun in such distress, Yelü Ying showed no intention of helping her. Instead, he wore an even more wicked smile, crossed his arms, and looked at Ao Jun with a roguish air.

After a while, Ao Jun slowly calmed down. When she saw Yelü Ying's appearance, she became even angrier, and her already flushed face turned a deep purplish-red. However, she couldn't say anything and could only keep her anger inside. Although she had been choked half to death, her throat did feel much better and was no longer so dry.

Seeing her like this, Yelü Ying grabbed her chin again and said mockingly, "What? The number one strategist in the world, the god-like Mo Jun who can even manipulate this crown prince, has such a miserable time! Hmm!" As he spoke, he increased the pressure on her hand, especially when he said the word "young master".

"It hurts," Ao Jun groaned softly, frowning. When did Yelü Ying become so rude? Doesn't he know she's a patient?

"Pain? Haha... Young Master Mo's martial arts are so unfathomable, and his identity so mysterious, yet this little bit of force makes you hurt like this? Hehe... Is there any need for you to show weakness and play the victim in front of me now? Or do you have some other scheme to toy with me again? Hmm..." Yelü Ying said cruelly, narrowing his eyes, but his hand loosened its grip. It changed to a gentle stroking, slowly moving up from his chin to his cheek.

"Yelü Ying, I never intended to bully you, nor did I intend to show weakness or play the victim in front of you. It was all out of necessity, the helplessness of being enemies." Ao Jun said expressionlessly, enduring the itching on her face. *Stop touching my face, it itches so much!*

"Helpless? Haha... Enemy? Haha..." Yelü Ying suddenly burst into laughter, as if Ao Jun had said something funny, laughing until his stomach hurt.

"Yelü Ying, stop laughing. If you want to scold me, then scold me!" Ao Jun frowned. Yelü Ying's laughter sounded very harsh to her, and she felt a tightness in her chest, perhaps because of her injury.

"Scold? How could I bear to scold you! Hmm!" Yelü Ying stopped laughing, grinned wickedly, and placed his hand on the back of Ao Jun's head, pressing her head closer to his, and said ambiguously.

"Yelü Ying, what are you doing? Let go of my head!" Ao Jun tried to break free from Yelü Ying's grasp, but for some reason, she felt weak all over and could only say coldly.

"What do you want? I just want to ask you one question." Yelü Ying completely ignored Ao Jun's words, still pressing her head against his forehead as if nothing had happened, and said in a gloomy tone.

"What did you say?" Ao Jun asked in a calm tone, and stopped struggling, since it was no use struggling anymore.

"Did you and Ouyang Jinxuan already know that Li Cang was my man? Was everything part of your plan all along, including deliberately showing Li Cang the jade pendant I gave you and saying those things?" Yelü Ying said in a wicked tone, his indifferent tone as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

"Hmm! I know that with your character, you wouldn't believe Jinxuan's words so easily." Aojun wanted to nod, but her head was pressed down by him and she couldn't move it. She was silent for a moment before speaking. He should have thought of it long ago, but she just wanted to hear it from her own mouth. She didn't want to lie to him anymore.

"Haha... You truly deserve to be called the greatest strategist in the world! You can even manipulate people's hearts so skillfully. I never knew you understood me so well." Yelü Ying pressed Ao Jun's face even closer, their lips barely a few centimeters apart. After a pause, Yelü Ying raised an even bigger wicked smile and said, "Hmm! Tell me, how should I repay your 'thoughtful efforts'!" He then pretended to think for a moment.

Yelü Ying's behavior suddenly made Ao Jun feel a little scared, because she had no idea what he was going to do. She had schemed against him and lied to him. If he had just gotten angry with her or even hit her, that would have been fine! But what was this ambiguous behavior? The two of them were so close that his hot breath was hitting her face, causing waves of heat to rise within her. But she couldn't move, which made her feel even more uncomfortable than if she had been hit.

"Yelü Ying, could you please let me go? It's so itchy." Ao Jun's voice changed slightly; she was no longer so calm. She had been feeling itchy, but she didn't know where it was itchy.

“Ah! I’ve got it.” Yelü Ying ignored Ao Jun’s words and spoke on his own.

Just as Ao Jun was about to speak, two hot, sexy lips suddenly pressed down on her roughly, sucking and biting back and forth. It wasn't gentle at all; on the contrary, it was very rough. It didn't look like a kiss; it looked more like biting.

Ao Jun stared wide-eyed, frozen for several seconds, until a sharp pain shot through her mouth. Only then did she realize what Yelü Ying was doing—it hurt! She pressed her hands against his chest, desperately trying to push him away, but he only pulled them closer, pressing them together. At that moment, Yelü Ying was like a raging leopard, terrifying, as if the person before him wasn't a person, but a delicious prey. And she was the lamb to the slaughter, forever unable to escape his grasp.

"Yay... let go... me, no... um..." Taking advantage of Yelü Ying's release of her mouth and his attack on her neck, Ao Jun spoke intermittently with unsteady breath. But before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed by Yelü Ying again, and she was even pressed down onto the bed by him. His hands also came to her waist and kept pulling at her belt.

Even she, a complete idiot when it comes to emotions, knew what was going to happen next. A wave of fear washed over her. She didn't want to lose her virginity under these circumstances. She tried to use her inner strength to push away the person who was doing evil to her, but found that she couldn't use any of her inner strength. What was going on?

"Hehe... Don't even think about resisting anymore. Your inner strength has already been sealed by me, hehe..." Realizing Ao Jun's intention, Yelü Ying pulled away from Ao Jun's lips, raised his head, and said in a hoarse, wicked voice. His red eyes were filled with intense lust, which made Ao Jun shudder. Upon hearing his words, her heart sank even further, and the hand that was pressing against Yelü Ying slowly fell down.

"That's good." Yelü Ying seemed very satisfied with Ao Jun's "non-resistance," and pressed down again, biting Ao Jun's lips once more, this time biting even harder.

Gradually, the taste of blood filled Ao Jun's entire mouth. It seemed that he had bitten her lips until they bled. Was she really doomed today? Was this the price she had to pay for taking advantage of his sincerity and deceiving him? Was this price too high?

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her chest. Looking down, she gasped in surprise. While she was distracted, Yelü Ying had loosened her belt, and her undergarment had come undone, subtly revealing her beautiful chest. She quickly wrapped her undergarment back up, her face flushed, and hugged her arms tightly to her chest. After all, she was only a nineteen-year-old freshman in college, and had never been so "exposed" in front of a boy before.

Yelü Ying watched Ao Jun's actions with an evil smile, noticing the blush on her face and the cracked, bleeding lips he had tormented. A pang of heartache flashed through his mind, but it was fleeting. The thought of her deception tainted his smile with cruelty. He rubbed Ao Jun's swollen lips back and forth with his fingers, saying wickedly, "Shy? Miss Mo..." He pronounced "Miss Mo" slowly and deliberately, almost through gritted teeth. As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Ao Jun's chest, his red eyes unfathomably deep.

"You..." Ao Jun pointed at Yelü Ying, speechless. He knew all along. Of course, he knew; he was bandaging her wound, and it just so happened to be on her chest. He couldn't possibly not know. He must have been terrified when he found out! Because he always thought she was a man, and he... yes! He liked men!

Thinking it over, Ao Jun slowly calmed down and said expressionlessly, "That's right, I am a woman, not a man." Her tone was so calm that one would think she was just talking about the weather, not saying something so explosive. But who knew that in her heart she was constantly shouting: Did you hear that clearly? I am a woman, not the man you like.

"A woman! Haha... The number one strategist in the world, the wise and resourceful Young Master Mo, who has calculated everything without missing a single detail, is a woman, haha..." Yelü Ying slightly propped himself up and laughed loudly.

When he brought her back and tore off her clothes to treat her wounds, he discovered that the person he had been longing for was actually a woman. The mix of joy and anger almost tore him apart. He was overjoyed that heaven had finally heard his heart's desire—his beloved Mo Jun was indeed a woman. He was furious that she had deceived him again and manipulated him once more. He was also angry at himself for not even knowing whether she was a man or a woman, and yet he had fallen hopelessly in love with her.

"Yes, so, can you get up now?" Ao Jun mistook Yelü Ying's expression for the bitter laugh that came from finally remembering that he was a woman and not a man, so she said it foolishly.

Yelü Ying stood there stunned for several minutes, showing no intention of getting up. It wasn't until he realized what Ao Jun meant that he suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter: "Haha...so in your eyes I, Yelü Ying, am a homosexual who loves men, haha..."

Isn't that right? If not, why would he fall in love with me dressed as a man? But seeing the look in his eyes, she chose to remain silent.

"Haha... My lord, don't worry, I... Yelü Ying is a normal man, hehe..." He said, pressing down on her again. Seeing that Ao Jun wanted to say something, he smiled and said, "Whether you are a man or a woman, you must remember what I said, you are mine."

"What do you mean?" Ao Jun's expression changed. Was he still not going to let her go?