The prince stepped on me to get to the top, I angrily flirted with the enemy's hostage

The wind wrapped the yellow sand, and the last ray of afterglow fell on the horizon.

The medical officer untied the last bloody sword head, and the night light swayed in the wind.

Outside the door, the footsteps of Andre and the guards gradually faded away, and behind the layers of curtains, only the quiet and panicked breathing remained.

Gong Yu walked out from the shadows, and no one saw him take away the flickering flame deep in the night light.

Only he himself knew how fiercely the fire burned in his heart.

The heavy door curtain slid silently inward, he walked through the corridor, stepped over the steps covered with animal skins, and finally arrived at Su Rou's bedroom.

The wolfskin carpet was cast a deep red shadow by the sandalwood lamp, and the cold light of the copper lamp looked like a goldfish falling to the bottom of the water.

The air still had the pungent smell of herbs after the bleeding had stopped, as well as the distinct, bloody sweetness of her body.

Gong Yu turned his hand to close the gold-threaded ebony door bolt, and it clicked.

The world suddenly shrank into the thin space of the house: the lamp, the gauze, and her.

She didn't sleep.

He noticed someone coming in and thought it was Andre, so he followed the sound to the door.

Under the misty shadow of the curtains in front of the couch, her shoulders were as still as an old, faded painting, her long hair was loose, and silver flashed in the black waterfall, like the sharp edge of a cold blade.

The wound cloth was tied below the collarbone, hidden in the rise and fall of the thin shirt. The rise and fall was very light, but it made Gong Yu see the overflow of life that he had not seen for a long time.

She is alive.

Ever since the whistleblower at the bottom of the cliff brought back the news that "no body was found", the nightmare that he had buried deep in his heart every night finally loosened at this moment.

He walked up to her step by step, the corner of his robe brushing against the bronze head of the Golden Lion Beast, so subtle that it was almost inaudible.

Su Rou stood there in a daze as she watched Gong Yu come in.

The candlelight only illuminated half of her face, which was so pale that it was almost transparent.

Gong Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and he was about to speak, but he saw her fingertips slightly tightened, pressing on the yellowed sheepskin military letter beside the jade pillow.

At that moment, Gong Yu's heart felt like it was gently cut by a knife.

The posture and angle she used to write the military letter were exactly the same as when she wrote it on the stone steps of the palace wall on moonlit nights.

The memory is not confused at all.

"Arou."

But the response is empty.

The wick suddenly crackled and green smoke instantly filled the air.

Gong Yu stared at the fine hair behind her ear. The blood color in the fine hair had not yet dissipated, like the smallest vermilion flower.

His gaze moved downwards, passing over the edge of the wound cloth and then over the extremely thin waistline. Each place was once the most intimate direction.

The light fell into her eyes, and two drops of black water burned without a ripple.

Did that damn Andre even capture Gong Yu?

She frowned and couldn't help but worry about the safety of Nan Guo and their relatives.

That bastard dares!

She beat him to death!

"Arou?" He chuckled softly, his voice buried deep in his throat, so hoarse that even he could hardly make it out.

He took another half step forward and crushed the lamplight with his toes.

He stretched out his finger and touched the black hair behind her ear, which was as cold as touching fresh snow.

Su Rou still said nothing, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.

That shake was like a silent avalanche.

Gong Yu suddenly leaned over and kissed her slightly cold lips without hesitation.

It was so urgent that it didn't feel like a kiss, but more like he wanted to chop and mash all the questions and fears, and stuff them back into her mouth piece by piece for her to recognize.

The tip of the tongue rolls over the teeth, and tastes a slight sweetness.

It was the residual flavor of the ginseng slices that the medical officer had asked her to hold in her mouth to stop bleeding.

Gong Yu felt like he was going crazy, so he simply held her radius and placed his fingertips close to her pulse, confirming the beat once, and again, to convince himself that she was not hallucinating.

Su Rou's lower lip trembled. No...

Kiss right after reunion?

Is Gong Yu so enthusiastic right from the start?

He didn't miss any gap and forced all the breath out of her neck.

The kisses moved down along the earlobe, along the neck, and along the edge of the wrapped bandage.

Like the fangs of a leopard, he moved to his wrist, to his knuckles, to the old scars that he had kissed countless times, and then pressed harder.

He carefully retrieved every inch of it using his memory.

There was a scarlet mark on his waist caused by thorns during sword practice, and a small spot of light reflected under his collarbone by the copper bell he had worn with his own hands.

The cold sores on the sides of my legs from the night crossing of the river have now turned into light pink marks.

He had seen them all, kissed them all.

Now that she had returned after life and death and lies, every place he touched was like confirming the contract, confirming that she was still alive according to his laws.

She looked helplessly at Gong Yu who was supporting herself.

She gently nudged his chest with her hand, motioning him to get up, and went to write something for him.

He did not stop moving and took her hand away.

Su Rou became anxious.

Isn't this just taking advantage of her inability to speak and deliberately bullying her?

Gong Yu saw that her throat was still as cold as ice.

Almost from beginning to end, she didn't give him a single audible response.

Gong Yu finally couldn't help it. He put his hand around her back, grabbed the back of her neck, and pressed her onto the table.

The lamp fell to the ground with a clang, oil splashed everywhere, and the flames rolled along the brown carpet, making a small bang and then went out.

The table was cold, and her back tensed before she let out her first quick breath.

With his hot body pressing forward, Gong Yu's other hand had already grabbed her wrist bone and pressed it against her head.

The sandalwood lamp fell to the ground, and the copper frame rolled out a half arc. The light hit his shoulder from the side, and the bone lines formed by years of carrying knives and swords were like weapons tempered in the moonlight.

"Arou." His lips pressed against her ear bone, his burning breath entering the deep, winding curves of her earlobe. "If you forget me, I will force you to remember me, from head to toe, leaving no part untouched."

She gathered strength and bent her fingertips slightly, her nails almost digging into the back of his hand.

Two inches of blood splattered, but he smiled, and gently pressed the tip of his teeth along the curve of her earlobe, and kissed her again, with his teeth.

The smell of blood and herbs intertwined, creating a strong fishy desire like a tide.

The old documents on the desk were swept off, and the falling arm brushed against the wooden surface. The rune ink stains were faintly stained on the back of Su Rou's hand, as if signing a new inky contract for this night.

Her eyelashes finally straightened, and in an instant, her eyes became so clear that it was frightening.

Gong Yu shuddered, feeling as if all his longings over the years had vanished in a flash, leaving only a cold knife in her eyes.

The table was cold and hard, making Su Rou feel uncomfortable in her lower back.

Gong Yu noticed this and took the opportunity to take off her coat and dragged her towards the bed.

Su Rou was placed on the couch and realized what he wanted to do.

She used her hands and feet to climb down from the bed and reached out to touch the brush that Gong Yu had thrown on the ground.

But Gong Yu grabbed her ankle and pulled her back onto the couch.

Gong Yu seemed to have misunderstood something.

She wasn't even given a chance to explain.

Help!

Bullying the mute.