Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

God has compassion for the world, but God cannot make all living beings free from suffering.

God was tormented along with the people of the world.

...

Shen Rao could never have imagined that the first time his lover asked him for help, it would be with this kind of request.

She begged him, pleaded with him, and held on to him tightly, like someone who had not seen the light of day for a long time and finally saw the sunlight through the window, fighting for her life.

The face was hopeful, broken, and full of tears.

The elegant and noble porcelain vase was broken into pieces, and the flowers and water were scattered all over the floor.

Shen Rao's eyes were red. Her trembling palm, which was tightly covering the back of his hand, was too cold. Her tears soaked into the flesh and blood of his heart, and stirred into mud like a knife.

Shen Rao was in so much pain that he could hardly stand. He bent down and knelt down to look her in the eye. The voice that came out of his lips was as hoarse as hers.

"Qi Yan...don't be like this..."

Self-abuse cannot solve any problems. Shen Rao, who once suffered from it, knows this better than anyone else.

"..." Qi Yan stared at him with red eyes, "Didn't you say you would agree to anything I said?"

Shen Rao's dry thin lips opened and closed repeatedly, but in the end he couldn't utter a single word.

He couldn't do it.

When he thought of facing Qi Yan, his palms were full of cold sweat. He couldn't even hold the whip steadily, let alone hit her.

"fraud."

Qi Yan let go of his hand without any reluctance, grabbed the whip rope and pulled it back, his tone was extremely cold:

"If you can't do it, get out."

"Don't get in the way here!"

Shen Rao didn't roll away, but instead tightened his grip on the whip, his deep eyes filled with heartache: "If I leave, what will you do?"

"I don't need your help."

"I can't just ignore you."

"..."

"Just like you won't ignore me, Qi Yan, I can't ignore you." Shen Rao said.

The long leather whip was stretched straight in the hands of the two people fighting for it. Qi Yan didn't know that this man had so much strength.

"That's enough. I'm letting you out."

"I won't go out." Shen Rao insisted.

Over and over again, the extremely sensitive and irritable beast was completely annoyed. She grabbed Shen Rao's collar and pulled him, screaming:

"Isn't that enough? I ask you, isn't seeing this enough?!"

"What else do you want to see? What else do you want from me? Tell me, what else do you want to see? Crawling on the ground and struggling to survive? Or can I just bark at you like a mad dog?!"

"you say!"

Qi Yan grabbed his collar tightly and asked, "Tell me, what will it take for you to leave? Tell me, what do you want to see? Tell me, and I'll do it!!"

"Are you willing to do everything?" Shen Rao suddenly asked her.

"Correct!"

"Then..." Shen Rao stretched out his big hand and gently stroked the corners of her red eyes, and said softly, "You can cry for a while, Ah Yan."

"..."

The world stopped again.

When Shen Rao saw this, his tears, which had been held back for a while, began to flow again, hot and large, filling his clear eyes like a lake.

He thought: The lake has finally overflowed.

The pressure on her collar was getting tighter and tighter, and it felt like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline, and Shen Rao volunteered to be her 'lifeline'.

Even though he was pushed into the water, he held her up with all his might without any complaints or regrets.

Shen Rao carefully avoided the wound on her back and hugged her tightly:

"It's okay, Ah Yan, don't hold it in."

Cry if you want to. Tears are a positive channel to vent emotions. If you don't cry, you will go bad sooner or later.

"Let me go." Qi Yan struggled.

Shen Rao didn't let her go, but hugged her tighter, vowing to hold her against his chest.

"You can cry and shout out loud, there's no one else here."

"I said, let me go!"

Qi Yan began to struggle violently. Shen Rao fell to the ground due to inertia, but he did not forget to hug her tightly. His voice was still gentle and did not allow for opposition:

"I won't let you go, don't waste your energy."

"I asked you to let me go!!"

Qi Yan's hands were held down and she couldn't slap him, so she opened her mouth and bit his neck fiercely, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of flesh. Shen Rao did not resist, and seemed to be willing to have a piece of flesh bitten off by her. He only groaned softly, and the strength he held on to her did not relax at all.

It was not until the rusty taste of blood mixed with the salty and sour tears flowed into his mouth that Qi Yan slowly came to his senses.

The trembling white teeth gradually loosened, and then the fierce biting turned into soft licking. The gurgling tears washed the wound, and were swallowed by the tip of the tongue before the heat faded. The mixture of blood and tears tasted bitter and astringent, and not delicious.

It also brings back bad memories.

"Arao."

Qi Yantou leaned against his chest and called out.

"Ok?"

Shen Rao's stiff body relaxed slightly, and he lowered his eyes and responded:

"what happened?"

"I feel like throwing up," she said.

"Spit it up."

"I'm going to vomit on you."

"It's ok."

"vomit--"

Saliva mixed with blood...

Vomited all over him.

A little disgusting.

But Shen Rao didn't care.

He held Qi Yan, who had not yet recovered. She was in a mess and in a mess, but the love in his eyes was undiminished. He gently kissed the corner of her lips, soothing her with intimacy.

Qi Yan turned her face away and tried to hide, but Shen Rao did not give her a chance and forced her back.

"Dirty." Qi Yan said.

"Not dirty," Shen Rao licked her tears and said tenderly, "You are not dirty no matter what."

Looking up at his serious brows and the deep love that never changed in his eyes, Qi Yan did not resist anymore.

After some comfort.

Shen Rao went to wash the dirt off his body first. After a while, he came out with a wet hot towel and a medicine box to help Qi Yan clean up and apply medicine.

"Put it down," Qi Yan refused, "I can do it myself."

"Ayan."

Shen Rao just called out in disapproval.

"..."

Qi Yan had nothing to say.

His most embarrassing look was seen clearly, and Qi Yan thought: It doesn’t matter.

There was no stopping him.

Her gaze rested on his beautiful, slender hands holding the towel, and her mind went blank.

The hands of the noble young master, who would never serve anyone in his life, were now wiping her face, neck, shoulders... and back with skilled and gentle movements.

The atmosphere should have heated up with such closeness, but when Shen Rao touched the scars on her back, he couldn't have any romantic thoughts and his internal organs ached.

The smooth skin was torn by intricate red marks, which was shocking and revealed the flesh and blood.

The fingertips trembled and stopped.

"Does it hurt?" Shen Rao couldn't help but ask a stupid question.

She said, "No..."

"Qi Yan."

It was another gentle voice, but it was mixed with a stronger tone than before that left no room for argument.

Qi Yan pursed her lips and paused, then said, "It hurts..."

It hurts.

How can it not hurt when your skin is torn?

But it has to hurt.

If it doesn’t hurt, you can’t suppress it; if it doesn’t hurt, it’s not a punishment.

She has a high tolerance, so naturally she has to use heavier force.

This is as it should be, and there is nothing wrong with it.

This injury is far from death, it's just a scratch.

She even felt that the beating was too light.

It obviously doesn't hurt enough.

This is what Qi Yan thought, but she didn’t know what Shen Rao thought, but he should be unhappy.

Because she heard—

After a long while, Qi Yan raised her head and said, "I have told the truth. Please don't continue crying behind my back."

He cried even more sadly than her, as if the injury was suffered by him.