freenovelworld Chapter 59
Chapter 59
She was hot and desperately needed something to cool her down. Her pent-up emotions, with no outlet, were gradually causing her reason to crumble.
With difficulty, I got up and jumped onto the roof. Everything in front of me was blurry. I could only follow my instincts and keep walking forward, like a headless fly.
The lewd sounds came from her, and she subconsciously looked for the direction of the sound. The ambiguous breathing of men and women made her even more aroused, and she felt that she would explode and die at any moment.
She fell into a small courtyard. She couldn't see clearly, only a tree in the yard. What kind of tree was it? There was a person under the tree, but she couldn't see what they were doing. The voices around her became clearer. She didn't care about anything else and pulled the person under the tree into her arms. Ignoring the person's struggles, she kissed their lips. The rich floral fragrance filled her mouth, making her already confused head even more dizzy.
Still possessing a sliver of reason, she forced herself to control herself, pushed the person in her arms away, knelt down on the ground, clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh, and tasted blood in her mouth.
She couldn't see anything clearly; everything in front of her was bloodshot, and she was gasping for breath.
"go!"
“Hurry and leave!!”
She was losing control of herself, afraid of accidentally hurting the person, so she could only yell at them to leave.
The man, who had been struggling just moments before, froze in place after she pushed him away and saw her pained expression, forgetting to run.
"Get out of here!!"
Nalan Jingwen could sense that there were still people around her and couldn't help but curse, but she couldn't do anything about it. Her body felt like it was being burned to ashes, and only a sharp pain in her hand kept her from losing her senses.
Suddenly, a pair of icy hands cupped her face, extremely gently, a rich fragrance lingering in her nostrils, and a voice as if entangled in sorrow rang in her ears.
"Is it painful?"
Nalan Jingwen was on the verge of collapse, but still thought that he could not hurt innocent people. He turned his head and used great self-control to pull his face away from those cold hands.
"Get out of here now!!"
What is this guy doing?! I already told him to get lost!!
The man didn't seem frightened by her appearance; he simply cupped her face in his hands again and offered himself to her.
Seeing this, Nalan Jingwen's blood-red eyes became even more intense and eerie. She grabbed the man's waist and deepened the kiss.
Since he's not leaving, then she shouldn't blame him.
With her clothes fluttering, she tackled the person to the ground, scattering a shower of pink petals everywhere. As she tightened her grip, a suppressed groan escaped from the lips of the person beneath her.
Nalan Jingwen felt like he was about to explode. Sweat streamed down his face. With the last shred of his sanity, he asked him.
"No regrets?"
Her response was an even more passionate kiss, fragrant with flowers, which kissed away the tears that had slid down the corners of her eyes. The taste was bitter and salty, and her reason was completely overwhelmed.
The fragrance of clothes and the sway of hair, a life full of ups and downs.
Two overlapping figures amidst the flowers and under the moonlight, entwined and inseparable.
All the gasps were silenced between their lips and teeth.
……
……
A gentle breeze swept by, and a pale pink petal drifted down, landing on the face of the beautiful woman beneath the tree.
The woman frowned slightly, opened her eyes, and was momentarily confused before her mind cleared immediately.
Looking down, she saw a man lying quietly in her arms, perhaps not sleeping soundly, his handsome brows furrowed.
The man had a strikingly handsome face with sharp features, as beautiful as the most vibrant crabapple blossom in spring.
He was naked, his body, which should have been smooth, was now covered in wounds, each one a horrifying sight. Some were faded scars, but one could imagine how deep the wounds had been—whip marks, burns, cuts from sharp objects—all clearly the result of torture.
The man was extremely thin; his bones were protruding from his back, and he had no flesh on his body.
Nalan Jingwen seemed to realize something, and his heart sank.
Who on earth would subject him to such torment?!
The man still bore the marks she had sustained the previous night, each one causing her to furrow her brow.
Last night she was completely unconscious, only knowing to follow her body's desires, and the only thing she remembered was the rich floral fragrance that lingered in her nostrils from beginning to end.
She carefully pulled her hand out, looked at the clothes she had torn to shreds beside her, and felt a headache coming on.
Instead of tearing his own clothes to shreds, he ripped other people's clothes clean.
She could only take her own coat and cover the man with it.
With a very soft groan, the man slowly woke up and saw Nalan Jingwen's careful movements.
Nalan Jingwen was stunned for a moment, his eyes meeting a pair of pale-colored eyes.
His eyes were a pale amber color, but not a vibrant one; they were as if faded, and there was a deep, inky sorrow in them that he couldn't shake off.
After a moment of stunned silence, Nalan Jingwen said, "I'm sorry about last night."
Some of his wounds had scabbed over, while others were still bleeding, but each one was a sight to behold.
The man seemed oblivious and tried to stand up, but his legs were too weak and he almost fell. Nalan Jingwen caught him.
Perhaps he had gotten used to it, because he didn't even glance at his injuries, and only frowned slightly when he was hurt.
He nodded to Nalan Jingwen and said:
"Since the young lady is out of danger, let's go."
Nalan Jingwen watched his somewhat unsteady movements, as if he were about to be blown over by the wind at any moment. A faint sadness lingered around him, like countless unresolved sorrows.
Sorrow, desolation.
Nalan Jingwen didn't know where this sorrow came from, nor what he had gone through, nor did he ask about the wounds on his body.
Feeling uneasy, I picked the person up.
The man let out a low gasp and instinctively wrapped his arms around her neck.
"Is this your yard?"
Nalan Jingwen had excellent investigative skills. Even from the slightest detail, he could guess that he was in a brothel and that the man was probably a male prostitute there.
The man simply responded softly, then lowered his eyes and remained motionless.
Nalan Jing entered the room and was greeted by the same floral fragrance as the one on him, but this fragrance was mixed with a faint smell of blood.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw rows of torture instruments hanging on the wall. She felt the person in her arms trembling slightly, but she acted as if she didn't see them. She found the bed without looking to the side and put the person on it.
Do you have any ointment?
The man looked up at her, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while, he hummed in response and pointed in a direction where there was a drawer.
Nalan Jingwen opened the drawer, and sure enough, there were several jars of ointment inside.
She picked it up, smelled it, frowned slightly, and wasn't quite satisfied.
These ointments are all of very poor quality; no wonder his previous scars are still there.
But she didn't have anything else with her, so she had to make do with what she had.
The man lay on the bed watching her figure, motionless, as she gently applied medicine to him. Afraid of hurting him, she even blew on the medicine to warm it for him. Her pale eyes flickered, but she remained silent.
After applying the medicine to him, Nalan Jing asked, "Do you want to come with me?"
She took someone else's body, so she has to take responsibility.
But the man only glanced at her and then shook his head.
"Please go, young lady. I am fine."
Nalan Jingwen's eyes darkened slightly. He paused, then said:
"What's your name?"
"Jinse".