Chu Wanning’s heart suddenly tightened.

     The rain was too heavy. It was too cold, it was too hot. They could have just gone back, but he used such a lame excuse to bring him to an inn. Even if he was stupid, Chu Wanning would have understood the meaning behind his words.

     Mo Ran was checking his pulse, trying to figure out his thoughts. If he shook his head, Mo Ran wouldn’t force him. But if he agreed, it meant that he was willing to…

     Do what with him?

     Chu Wanning didn’t know, and even if he did, he didn’t want to think about it. All he could feel was his face burning with a heat that couldn't be extinguished by the pouring rain. He was so nervous that he didn’t know what to say. He could only hold the wine jar by its narrow neck and try to take another sip, but it was nearly empty.

     When the last trace of pear blossom white went down his throat, he lowered his head. The bright red tassel in his hand made his slender fingers look even more white. He didn’t say anything, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

     Mo Ran wasn’t a person who liked to drink. Watching Chu Wanning raise his head, he suddenly asked, “Is there any more?”

     “No.”

     “...You’re so impatient. You drink so fast,” Mo Ran said, lowering his head and kissing him gently on the lips. “Then, I can only have a taste.”

     The pear blossom white was mellow and sweet, with a faint osmanthus fragrance.

     When Mo Ran was thirty years old, Chu Wanning passed away. Mo Ran drank alone on the roof for the entire night, but in the end, he couldn’t taste anything but bitterness. After that, and after his rebirth, Mo Ran wasn’t willing to drink anymore.

     It was too bitter.

     He kissed Chu Wanning’s slightly cold lips. It was only a light peck at first, before turning into something more, carefully touching and parting, then carefully kissing again.

     The rumbling of rain filled the air, and the world was distant.

     There was no one on the bridge, and the rain had become a natural curtain. At some point, they had embraced each other, kissing and entwining, their wet lips and tongues rubbing together. The sound of their fierce kiss was drowned out by the sound of pounding rain hitting the beams.

     Chu Wanning couldn’t hear anything else. The sound of the rainstorm was deafening, and it struck his heart like the roar of a drum.

     Unlike the icy raindrops, Mo Ran’s breath was hot. His kisses moved from his lips, to the bridge of his nose, to his eyes, between his brows, then to his temples before his rough and wet tongue reached out to lick his ear.

     Chu Wanning couldn’t stand this kind of stimulation. His body tensed up and his fingers balled into fists, but he didn’t want to make a sound. Mo Ran held the back of his neck, nibbling on his earlobe and rubbing the tiny mole behind his ear…

     Chu Wanning trembled in his arms.

     Mo Ran hugged him even tighter, wanting to crush his entire body—to crush him into his own body and knead him into his flesh and blood.

     His voice was low and hoarse as he whispered into Chu Wanning’s ear, “Shizun…”

     He called respectfully, but his hands were caressing the person in his arms treacherously. The young man had been in a tightly sealed pot for a long time to suppress the eagerness that was finally overflowing. The water was bubbling, the water about to be boiled dry, while the firewood grew hotter and hotter, tormenting him.

     Tormenting them.

     “Come with me…”

     Perhaps he was possessed, but he actually let Mo Ran hold his hand tightly as they ran in the rain. It was absurd.

     The rain was extremely cold, but when it fell on their bodies, it felt like it was burning hot. Neither of them opened a barrier, nor did they open an umbrella. It was as if they had lost their spiritual power, as if they were the most ordinary of mortals, allowing the wind and rain to blow on them. They hurriedly followed the swaying red lanterns in the heavy rain and ran to an inn.

     The innkeeper was yawning. He probably thought that since it was so late, and there was such heavy rain, no more travelers would be coming to stay the night. So, when he saw the two of them rush in, soaking wet, he jumped in fright.

     Mo Ran held Chu Wanning’s wrist tightly. His palm was so hot that it seemed like it was going to burn the water on his skin into steam. Mo Ran wiped away the water droplets that were dripping down his handsome face and said somewhat impatiently, “We need a room.”

     “Ah, okay, okay. Here are the keys to two of the best rooms. That’s a total of—”

     “What?” Hearing that there were two rooms, Mo Ran became even more agitated. His adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his well-defined fingers curling as he tapped the countertop, “No, we only want one.”

     The innkeeper stared blankly for a moment, looking at Mo Ran, then at Chu Wanning.

     Chu Wanning abruptly turned away, his face burning fiercely. Without batting an eye, he calmly broke free from Mo Ran’s grasp, then said, “We want two rooms.”

     The man hesitated slightly, then said with understanding, “If you don’t have enough money, one room is also fine.”

     “We want two rooms.” Chu Wanning was resolute and decisive, his gaze sharp like a knife, causing the innkeeper to take a step back. He didn’t know what he did to provoke the white-clothed cultivator, but he quickly handed over two keys and accepted the silver taels according to the price.

     Chu Wanning slowed his breathing, doing his best to look as calm as ever. Unfortunately, his body was dripping wet, and there were even raindrops falling down his pitch-black eyebrows and into his eyes. When he blinked, his eyelashes were wet too.

     “I’m going to sleep first. You buy some ginger tea and dry towels, then come up later.”

     Chu Wanning spoke in a serious and dignified manner. He even made a point of taking only one brass key from Mo Ran’s hand before going upstairs alone in front of the innkeeper.

     He looked very innocent.

     Mo Ran didn’t say anything else, but secretly felt that it was funny. He knew that Chu Wanning had a thin face, and no matter what, he still had to put on an act for others to see.

     Chu Wanning went to the room. It was a single room with a narrow bed. He took one look at the bed and felt his throat dry up. His face was so hot that he didn’t dare to look at it again, and only stood in the middle of the room.

     He didn’t even light a candle. He didn’t know what to do. His mind was still foggy, and he felt that all of this was so absurd, so abrupt and unexpected.

     How could this happen?

     How could he stand here, how could he come here in the rain to mess around, how could he…?

     Before he could finish the thought, the door behind him opened and Mo Ran walked in.

     Chu Wanning’s body suddenly tensed up, his fingers clenching into fists under his wide sleeves. He tried his best to hide the slight tremor in his bones, but he couldn’t do it.

     This was the first time in his life that he was so confused and helpless, handing control to another person.

     His palms were wet with rain, or sweat, he didn’t know.

     With a click, the bolt on the door was dropped, and the sound was so clear that it made one’s hair stand on end. It was like an executioner’s blade placed on the neck. It was like the sharp teeth of a tiger, cheetah, or wolf biting its prey, and the smell of blood.

     Chu Wanning suddenly felt a fear that made him want to flee from the battle.

     Fortunately, it didn’t show on his face.

     Mo Ran opened his mouth to speak. His voice was still gentle and restrained, but somewhat hoarse, “Why didn’t you light a candle?”

     “...I forgot.”

     Mo Ran placed a wooden tray on the table and handed a small bowl to Chu Wanning, “Ginger tea. You wanted it. Drink it while it’s still hot.” As he spoke, he went to light the candle by the window.

     The wind was blowing and the rain was slanting outside. The room was dark, but the grapevine-patterned window was open, causing the room to be dimly lit with a faint glow, the only light reaching the dark room coming from the scattered lights outside.

     Mo Ran stood in front of the open window, by the slender bronze candle holder with cranes and birds. The curtain of rain framed his tall figure, his silhouette tall and straight, handsome and well-defined. When he fiddled with the flint, his thin lashes were like two black butterflies, clear and distinct.

     He was a cultivator, so it shouldn’t be that troublesome to light a fire, but he was actually willing to be the most ordinary person, to use the most ordinary method to firmly and quietly light up that wisp of flame, so the heart’s stamen would light up and the candlelight would soften into red tears.

     The flint was polished, and just when he was about to touch the wick of the candle, Chu Wanning suddenly said, “Don’t light it.”

     Mo Ran’s hand hung in the air as he turned to look at him, “What is it?”

     Chu Wanning didn’t know what to say, and could only stiffly repeat, “Don’t light it.”

     Mo Ran was a bit dazed for a moment, then he looked at the person standing stiffly in the darkness and slowly understood. Even if it was Yuheng Elder, there would still be times when he was afraid, there would still be things that he feared, and there would still be things he didn’t know about.

     In his previous life, the people he had slept with before, be it men or women, all wished that Emperor Taxian-Jun would look at their faces more. No one had ever asked for the lights to be extinguished, they would rather have the red candles shine brightly through the night. They used all kinds of tricks and flattery to win half an inch of affection from the emperor.

     Mo Ran didn’t feel sentimental.

     Whether it was Rong Jiu in the beginning, or Song Qiutong later on, he had doted on them back then because he stubbornly felt that they looked like Shi Mei. He kept them by his side, almost like an obsession.

     But strangely enough, he never liked to see their faces in bed. He always just let them turn their back to him. He didn’t kiss them, and didn’t like to touch them. Even in the boring and repetitive actions, his mind was clear.

     He would even suddenly feel that it was very boring.

     Boring.

     He couldn’t remember the charming, welcoming, flattering, and flushed faces under the candlelight.

     Now that he thought about it, those affairs had nothing to do with “happiness” and “love.” Instead, it was as if he was sinking in a pool of chaos, falling into it, making himself dirtier and dirtier, despairing and self-destructive; as if he was abandoning himself to his own fate, wishing that his bones could be dyed black.

     At his darkest point, he would no longer crave light, or hope for salvation. He would no longer dare to embrace the last ball of fire in the world.

     Excellent.

     But why hadn’t he just given up?

     No matter how much he told himself that he didn’t want to stay, that he didn’t want to be attached, that life was hopeless and the world was dark, he would still reach out his trembling claws and violently strangle Chu Wanning’s neck.

    In the midst of torment and anguish in the stormy Wushan Palace, he would still press him down against the cold golden stone bricks, against the bluestone platform in the courtyard, in the messy bedding and pillows, in the snow, in the hot springs, and even in the high seats of the imperial court, in the ancestral hall… in the most solemn and respectful places.

     Tainting him.

     Looking at his face, kissing his neck, cheeks, and lips, calling his name.

     Tearing him apart.

     Actually, at that time, Chu Wanning also wanted darkness, wanted the lights to go out.

     He didn’t want any light at all.

     But at that time, Chu Wanning wouldn’t say anything, wouldn’t ask for anything.

     Thinking about it, while he was imprisoned for eight years, Chu Wanning only asked him for two things, one at the beginning and one at the end.

     The first was when he originally stepped into Wushan Palace. He begged him to spare Xue Meng.

     The second was before leaving this world forever. He asked him to forgive himself…

     If he wasn’t cold and disheartened, how could it be like this…?

     Mo Ran put down the knife and flint, and didn’t speak for a long time.

     It was so long that Chu Wanning’s tense body finally relaxed, and he asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

     “...It’s nothing,” Mo Ran said. His voice was soft and gentle.

     He walked over and hugged the man who was still standing in the darkness. Both of them were still wet from the rain. Mo Ran hugged him and said, “Wanning.”

     “...”

     For a moment, he suddenly wanted to tell him everything from the past, but his throat was choked up, feeling like a fish bone, and he couldn’t say it.

     He really, really couldn’t say it.

     This warmth was too hard to come by. Whether it was for him or for Chu Wanning, it was too difficult. Even though he was guilty of a thousand, ten thousand crimes, he couldn’t say it.

     He didn’t want to say it.

     He didn’t want to wake up.

     He just wanted to have a good dream.

     Until dawn.

     There was no light, no fire, and in the darkness, Mo Ran held him in his arms and kissed him. It was an unconstrained, gradually lingering kiss.

     The room was very quiet, a silence that the rain couldn’t disturb. They could hear each other’s breathing, their heartbeats, the touch of their lips, and the subtle wet slide of their mouths as they shifted angles.

     Chu Wanning tried his best to keep his breathing normal, but it was useless. The rise and fall of his chest gradually became more rapid under the caress of Mo Ran’s kiss. Although he was a tall, well-built man, Mo Ran could easily hold him and cover him; he was as tall and strong as a mountain. This man held him in a hot embrace, lightly pecking and kissing him at first, then asking for more.

     He kissed Chu Wanning deeply, prying his lips open with his warm wet tongue. He was like a person who was extremely desiccated exploring the sweetest dew in the world, but also like a person who was burning with fire and trying to draw in water to extinguish it.

     However, Chu Wanning’s breath was not cool water to him, but pine oil. When poured into the fire, it burned endlessly, forming a raging flame.

     Neither of them could tell who took off the other’s clothes first, the dark night immersed in their deep panting. Perhaps it was because of the hurried removal of clothes, or because the intense movements hurt, or perhaps it was because of the throbbing from a long drought, but occasionally there were soft, uncontrollable moans in the room amidst their heavy breathing.

     Chu Wanning’s robes were pulled open, and before he could get used to the slight chill, he felt Mo Ran moving down, kissing his neck, then his collarbone before moving to his chest, moist and hot.

     Chu Wanning gasped softly, his back arching with shame and excitement. His face was flushed, but fortunately their surroundings were dark. However, even though he thought Mo Ran couldn’t see the heat on his face, he still whispered softly, “Window…”

     “What?” Mo Ran looked up vaguely and met Chu Wanning’s lowered, moist eyes.

     He had originally wanted to hear Chu Wanning finish his words, but with just one look, his scalp went numb and the blood rushed to his head. He couldn’t contain his fierce desire, kissing him, caressing him, and hugging him for a long time. Then, he reluctantly let go of Chu Wanning’s lips again and asked in a low voice, “What?”

     “...Window…” Chu Wanning’s heart beat so fast. He didn’t know how to breathe during such a long kiss, so he was a bit dizzy, “You haven’t closed the window.”

     Mo Ran walked over to the window and closed it.

     The last bit of dim light was also blocked outside, and the room was dark. Mo Ran only felt that his body was burning hot, the fire of desire unrestrained.

     They collided and rolled onto the bed with a heavy creak, the bed long since old and disrepaired. Mo Ran didn’t give Chu Wanning a chance to react, and was already on top of him, making quick work of removing the rest of his white robes.

     He felt Chu Wanning trembling slightly under him, just like he had when they had sex for the first time in their previous life. No matter how hard he tried to control himself, Chu Wanning still trembled. He couldn’t control it.

     Mo Ran felt tender heartache and cupped Chu Wanning’s face, kissing his eyelids, his lips, then his chin.

     He whispered hoarsely in his ear, “Don’t be afraid…”

     “I’m not… I’m not afraid…”

     Mo Ran held his weak, trembling hands, intertwining their fingers as his hot and vigorous breath brushed past Chu Wanning’s ears. He comforted him, “Leave it to me… it’s okay…”

     Chu Wanning wanted to say something. He wanted to fiercely snap a word, or even two or three words, but he couldn’t say anything. His mind was almost numb. He could only feel Mo Ran’s tall and sturdy body pressing on top of him, his calloused hands rubbing his waist and back. He couldn’t bear the stimulation, slightly arching his body, but unintentionally pressing closer to Mo Ran’s chest.

     Most of Mo Ran’s clothes had been removed long ago, revealing his strong and muscular upper body. The astonishing heat and strength scorched him, melting and softening his entire body.

     Their slightly wet and sweaty bodies entangled together, every inch of skin rubbing against each other, bringing burning heat. The panting in the room became heavier and heavier with desire. No matter how fiercely and passionately they kissed, they were still burning, still unsatisfied.

     Chu Wanning was suddenly in a daze, fragmented and blurry scenes flashing through his mind. Moving bodies, weak legs, bright red curtains and bedding…

     The dream he’d had before suddenly became clear in his mind.

     In the dream, Mo Ran was thrusting into him fiercely, holding his waist, penetrating him extremely deeply and savagely. He didn’t know if it was because of pleasure, or some other reason, but in the dream, although Mo Ran’s features were handsome, they seemed somewhat sinister, with a pair of fierce, beastlike eyes.

     Chu Wanning didn’t know anything about this at all, but he thought it was human nature to dream of such a realistic scene when desire came.

     But Mo Ran didn’t know; he only felt that Chu Wanning didn’t know anything, didn’t have any experience with men or women, and didn’t even know how to make love between men. He was afraid of frightening Chu Wanning, afraid that the first time would hurt him, so he caressed Chu Wanning, holding him and kissing him in foreplay. He didn’t want to let Chu Wanning suffer in this life.

     Kissing, caressing, rubbing, and tangling with each other, the desire grew stronger and stronger. Chu Wanning had never experienced this kind of stimulation before, and gradually, he couldn’t take it anymore.

     One of his hands was still tightly grasping Mo Ran’s, while the other was silently gripping the bed. He wanted to move it down to touch himself, but his face was flushed red and he didn’t want to do such an embarrassing thing in front of the person he loved.

     But his lower body was so swollen, burning hot through his underwear. Chu Wanning only felt that he had lost all his face, and he was in great pain.

     He wanted; wanted to relieve himself, wanted to make himself feel good, but he was unwilling to. He was stubborn and ruthless, his narrowed phoenix eyes gradually becoming foggy, and he was at a loss…

     He didn’t know. Eventually, he didn’t know anything.

     But deep in his bones, he seemed to know what to do, how men should make love with each other. There was love and desire in his chest; he loved the man on top of him, and very much wanted to go to the sea of desire with him, wanted to sink into the abyss with him.

     Another scene flashed in front of his eyes, flashing and shaking. So strange… How can it be Sisheng Peak? In Loyalty Hall…?

     He saw Mo Ran sitting on the magnificent seat of Loyalty Hall, which was supposed to be a solemn place for welcoming guests.

     Mo Ran sat there, but he himself was on top of Mo Ran, held facing him. Mo Ran was almost completely dressed except for his underwear, which was covered by his dangling legs.

     Mo Ran kissed him and touched him, teasing him. His eyes were fixed on his face without blinking.

     He asked him, “How does it feel?”

     He saw himself shaking his head in pain.

     Mo Ran’s finger reached into his mouth and pried it open, as if to pry out his moans.

     “Moan properly.”

     He refused. There were only small whimpers in his throat.

     Mo Ran stopped his movements. He was buried in Chu Wanning’s body, holding his waist with his broad hand and slowly guiding him up. He said in a hoarse voice, “Moan.”

     “No…”

      He grabbed his waist and made him fall slowly and deeply on his cock. He watched Chu Wanning with wet eyes; seeing him tremble and endure, but still remain silent, he grasped his narrow waist and began thrusting into him slightly from bottom to top. Because the range was so limited, his thrusts were sharp and quick. Chu Wanning only felt that he was going to be driven mad by the terrible friction as he was penetrated again and again.

     “No… don’t…”

     “It’s not up to you to decide,” the man on the seat sneered. He didn’t move anymore, but his hot and erect cock was already deep inside, throbbing in Chu Wanning’s body along with his heartbeat, “You feel good, don’t you? Look, you’re hard.”

     The words and effects were blurry, fragmented and broken. It was like the illusion itself was caused by the extreme stimulation.

     Chu Wanning laid on the bed of the inn in a daze, trembling. He was at a loss. His lower body was so hard that it hurt.

     What’s wrong… What should I do…?

     The scene became more and more blurry, but he could vaguely see that Mo Ran was suddenly thrusting into him fiercely, almost pulling out all the way, then thrusting in again.

     It was too much…

     Chu Wanning finally couldn’t take it anymore. He collapsed over the man and gasped, “Ah… ah…”

     Mo Ran was also gasping for breath, brutally invading him and manipulating him.

     “Look at you moaning so pitifully. Aren’t you afraid of being heard by others?”

     “Damn it… do you want me to fuck you to death?”

     It became more and more blurry…

     Until he couldn’t see it anymore.

     It was an illusion—an illusion. It was an overlapping nightmare that wouldn’t go away. However, the feeling of being invaded and taken by something that defied the heavens was extremely clear.

     Was this… the right thing to do?

     Chu Wanning’s eyes were half-lidded as he said in a low voice, “Come in…”

     Mo Ran was shocked!

     Chu Wanning knew what to do?

     How did he know?

     This was a person who had never seen an erotic picture, a clean piece of white paper. How did he know?

     “Is it supposed to be… this way?” Chu Wanning muttered and asked the man on top of him. His face was so red that it seemed as if blood would drip out at any moment.

     “Where… did you learn that?”

     “...”

     Of course, Chu Wanning was too embarrassed to say he dreamt of it; it would make him seem dirty and shameless. He mumbled vaguely, “I accidentally saw it in the library…”

     He hurriedly added, “Someone put the wrong book.”

     Naturally, Mo Ran didn’t doubt him. He felt slightly relieved, but also slightly moved. He kissed the corner of Chu Wanning’s lips and the tip of his nose, then said, “It’s too soon.”

     “...”

     Who was he calling impatient?!

     His blood immediately surged. He was angry and humiliated, but Mo Ran leaned over and hugged him, his chest touching his.

     He stroked Chu Wanning’s hair and said gently, “It’ll hurt.”

     “...Then don’t,” Chu Wanning said resolutely and decisively, wanting to save face.

     Mo Ran laughed softly. His low and slightly hoarse voice was mellow and pleasing to the ear. He said, “Don’t worry about me tonight…” His voice gradually became softer.

     Chu Wanning blinked.

     What about tonight?

     But he saw Mo Ran’s strong and muscular arms propping himself up and staring at him from above. Then, he slowly sat up and moved down.

     “Tonight, I just want to make you feel good.”

     As he spoke, he leaned down and took off Chu Wanning’s underwear before he could react. He looked at his erect desire with a hot and passionate gaze, then took it in his mouth…

     “Ah—!”

     Chu Wanning’s spine trembled as he cried out in alarm. He gasped heavily, trying to catch his breath.

     What is this? Why… How can it be like this? How dirty…

     But it felt so good to be enveloped by his beloved’s warm mouth. Mo Ran’s teeth were mindfully held back, careful not to nip his erect cock as he sucked on it. Hearing Chu Wanning’s rapid breathing and low panting, he raised his eyes and gazed at him tenderly, even indulgently.

     Taxian-Jun had never done such a thing, ever. In the past, he never thought that he would do such a thing. But now he was willing, infatuated, and even happy to do so.

     “Don’t… How could you…?” Chu Wanning’s face turned red to the extreme. He bit his lips and shook his head. His phoenix eyes that were usually as sharp as knives, were now filled with lust and panic.

     So cute.

     Mo Ran sucked deeply, deepthroating him. Chu Wanning couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t support himself, and leaned on the bed, gasping for breath. His eyes blurred, gradually losing focus.

     Mo Ran bobbed his head, moving back and forth a few times before he withdrew. There was a trace of lust on his lips, and his eyes were moist. He asked, “Baobei, does it feel good?”

     Chu Wanning felt as if there were colorful fireworks bursting in his brain. His whole body was tingling, but he still remembered what Mo Ran called him. He only felt shame and sweetness. His bones were sore and soft. How could he…

     He was his Shizun. He was so many years older than him. He was Yuheng of the Night Sky. He was… “Ah…”

     A deep and hoarse moan sounded in the quiet and dark room.

     Mo Ran licked his thick and round stem, the tip of his tongue clever and rough, rubbing against the place Chu Wanning seldom touched himself.

     Chu Wanning was so stimulated that he began to shed tears with the same resistance of his previous life. Although he restrained himself, he was still willing to be intimate with Mo Ran; he couldn’t resist it. Therefore, his throat knotted and rolled, as hoarse gasps escaped his lips.

     He unconsciously closed his hazy eyes. Mo Ran sucked him in again, imitating the steady rhythm of thrusting to please him. Chu Wanning could only reach out impatiently, his slender fingers sinking into Mo Ran’s black hair as he resisted powerlessly.

     “Don’t… don’t do that… It’s dirty… ah…”

     But Mo Ran only raised his moist eyelashes and looked at him, his dark eyes full of lust. He said, “I love you. I want to treat you like this, want you to feel good… How can it be dirty?” He gently kissed the head that was so swollen that his veins were clearly visible. He said softly, “Everywhere I touch is the best.”

     After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to lick and suck. Chu Wanning was so pure, and was extremely inexperienced. How could he withstand such stimulation for the first time? It wasn’t long before he came, losing control of himself and thrusting roughly against Mo Ran’s throat.

     Mo Ran… isn’t it disgusting?

     Everything was scattered, and only the pleasure of release was left. He had never experienced, and never even imagined, such intense pleasure.

     Even in this overwhelming pleasure, he was still vaguely aware of what he had done in the end. He wanted to get up and wipe Mo Ran’s lips, wanted to caress him, kiss him, and thank him. But his waist felt soft, and his legs and feet were limp and numb. He couldn’t get up.

     When he looked over with trembling lashes, Mo Ran had already swallowed the thick liquid he had spilled. This knowledge made Chu Wanning’s mind even more blank, his body numb and tingling.

     Finally, Mo Ran covered Chu Wanning’s body and caressed his face. His lower body was still hard and stiff, pressing against Chu Wanning’s lower abdomen. Perhaps this was why his eyes were red, a hint of a wild aura shining through. But he still looked at Chu Wanning with a gentle gaze.

     “I love you.”

     I really, really, really love you.

     He had the ambition of a wolf, but also carried guilt and sin. However, even so, he still refused to give up, selfish and desperate, passionate and longing.

     I love you.