“So, you want me to help cure that friend of yours named Yan Qingge?”
Chu Mo’s black pupils lowered slightly.
In the depths of her eyes, unwillingness, jealousy, and fear intertwined like a spiderweb.
She let out a soft “Mm” from her nose.
If she had a choice, how could she bear to hand over the person before her?
Even just thinking about him appearing in someone else’s sight made that territorial invasion-like anxiety gnaw at her sanity like a venomous snake.
A cool, soft, seemingly boneless little hand quietly interlocked its fingers with hers at this moment.
Bai Qingran looked up.
A lazy spring color rippled in his eyes.
His red lips pouted slightly, revealing an alluring yet unaware charm.
“Of course. I told you last time. I’ve already figured out the follow-up treatment plan, but…”
The little hand withdrew from her palm without warning.
Chu Mo’s heart felt as if an invisible hand had squeezed it tight.
This sudden emptiness made her fingertips tremble slightly.
She hurriedly raised her head, only to see the person in front of her gently rubbing his abdomen.
The spot where she had personally cut it open and dug out the demon core seemed to be aching faintly again.
Loneliness and pain flowed from Bai Qingran’s red pupils.
His vermilion lips parted slightly as he exhaled a trembling hot breath mixed with despairing memories.
“Chu Mo, you dug out my demon core. This body can no longer use spiritual power. I need someone to merge their divine sense with mine and borrow her spiritual power to treat your friend.”
His voice was soft and trembling, carrying a helpless fragility, like the last withered leaf swaying on a branch in late autumn.
“The medical expert you mentioned before, the one named Lin Rou, would be very suitable.”
Chu Mo’s guilt and anger were reflected in those red pupils.
The little fox’s heart surged with excitement.
Handing over that prescription was meant to make Chu Mo come beg him today.
Mentioning the demon core being dug out was to confirm how much guilt this beast still held under the illusion of their deepening “relationship.”
Deliberately naming Lin Rou was to personally ignite the jealousy buried deep in this beast’s bones.
Inside the cave, dead silence reigned, broken only by Chu Mo’s suppressed breathing.
Dangerous light burst from her black pupils.
Chu Mo’s voice turned as cold as rough ice shards grinding against each other.
It felt as if time had returned to that night before Pei Yunqing came back, with icy probing and nearly suffocating pressure enveloping the entire cave.
“Must it be Lin Rou? Can’t I do it?”
Chu Mo’s voice was extremely light, yet like a blade pressed against the throat.
Bai Qingran calmly shook his head.
His tone was sincere to the point of frustration.
“Lin Rou’s medical skills are unparalleled. When it comes to saving people, she’s far more suitable than you.”
“Bai Qingran, are you trying to use this chance to escape?”
Chu Mo suddenly pressed the attack.
Her voice was like a sharp cold glint in the dark night, lethal in one strike.
Bai Qingran did not retreat or defend himself.
Instead, he walked right up to Chu Mo.
Red and black confronted each other silently in the air, like two surging undercurrents colliding within the narrow cave.
In the next second, those delicate jade-like hands rested on Chu Mo’s shoulders.
The little fox’s waist softened as he straddled her lap directly.
A pair of snow-white, slender legs wrapped tightly around Chu Mo’s waist like vines.
He cupped her face.
The crimson in his eyes spread wildly.
There was hate, desire, and a love difficult to tell as real or fake.
He kissed her proactively.
It was a scorching, intense invasion.
The little fox pried open her teeth domineeringly, as if offering everything he had—even his life—to Chu Mo.
The two became like snakes madly entwining in the darkness.
The numbness spreading from their tongues instantly intoxicated Chu Mo.
The cold black in her eyes was replaced by turbid desire, gradually turning into passionate red.
But where Chu Mo could not see, the alluring red in Bai Qingran’s eyes cooled inch by inch, like a grand sunset burning out completely, leaving only a black darker and longer than eternal night, colder than glaciers.
“Mmm…”
His tongue tip was bitten hard.
The metallic taste of blood exploded in his mouth.
Bai Qingran’s fox eyes squinted, moist.
A crystal tear slid from the corner of his eye and merged into their entangled lips and teeth, adding a salty bitterness.
After a long time, the two separated, panting.
Their breaths mingled before them, and that nearly tangible, viscous throbbing was ruthlessly torn apart in the air.
Bai Qingran’s eyes were red-rimmed, tear tracks still visible.
His cheeks flushed with a sickly crimson as steaming heat rose from his body.
He tilted his head back slightly.
His clothes had come loose during their entanglement, revealing large patches of glaring snow-white skin.
The profound iron collar reflected a cold metallic sheen.
He tremblingly took Chu Mo’s hand, guiding her fingertips across the collar on his neck before sliding it downward until it rested on his chest.
Chu Mo’s hand was pressed firmly against his pounding heart.
The little fox’s voice carried the aggrieved, tearful tone of someone bullied, mixed with an excited lilt at the end.
“Chu Mo, what if I dig out my heart for you?”
She wanted to as well.
Bai Qingran felt these hands trembling with extreme excitement as they dug hard into his flesh, as if trying to brand her indelible palm prints onto his snow-white skin.
Her rapid, heavy breathing buzzed by his ear, carrying a violent urge to devour him completely.
The little fox’s body trembled faintly under this scalding pressure.
He knew that at this moment, Chu Mo truly wanted to slice open his chest to confirm whether this heart beat only for her.
“I’ll go talk to Lin Rou.”
Her voice was hoarse, as if scorched dry by the flames of desire, carrying helpless compromise.
Suddenly, the little fox leaned down and bit Chu Mo’s neck as if venting his anger.
Rich blood filled Bai Qingran’s mouth.
His fox eyes curved slightly like a greedy little beast as he sucked in small mouthfuls.
After a long while, the little fox released his bite and playfully licked the blood beads seeping from the wound with the tip of his tongue.
He raised his head.
His scarlet little tongue slowly swept across his lips, drawing the last traces of Chu Mo’s blood into his mouth.
Those red pupils squinted slightly, overflowing with triumph and provocation.
Chu Mo pinched his chin.
“Does it taste good?”
“Mm. It made you really want to dig out my heart just now.”
Chu Mo let out a hoarse laugh, one of indulgence she herself didn’t even notice.
“Open your mouth.”
“Ah~”
The little fox obediently stuck out his tongue.
His snow-white teeth were still stained with Chu Mo’s blood.
This striking mix of red, obedience, and seductiveness looked far more captivating to Chu Mo than any gentle flattery in the world.
“Look at you, like a little beast that hasn’t taken human form yet.”
Her fingertip lightly tapped his lips.
The doting in her tone nearly overflowed.
Bai Qingran bared his teeth in response, pretending to look fierce, which sent a tingling numbness through Chu Mo’s heart.
However, in the next second, Bai Qingran lowered his gaze slightly and said as if casually,
“Chu Mo, after you cure your friend, can you find someone to keep me company?”
The soft light in Chu Mo’s eyes extinguished instantly, replaced by a chilling cold glint.
Her hand tightened fiercely on Bai Qingran’s waist, but he continued as if he felt no pain.
“It’s so boring in this cave. You can’t stay with me all the time anyway. I want someone to talk to as well.”
“Bai Qingran, are you getting too carried away?”
The anger about to erupt vibrated through the cave.
Bai Qingran reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck, staring straight into those black pupils burning with rage.
His tone was mournful.
“Chu Mo, from the very first moment we met, things between us have never been fair. It was like that before, it is now, and it will be in the future. I’ve never dared to forget it.”
He paused for a long time, his expression struggling in pain.
Finally, as if steeling himself, his voice became as thin as a thread.
“Chu Mo, I think… I’ve started to fall in love with you a little. I’m very greedy when it comes to love. I want so much. I don’t want to always be a hidden substitute. I want to stay by your side openly, Chu Mo. Do you really intend to keep me in the shadows for the rest of my life?”
Bai Qingran lowered his head.
His soft fox ears drooped limply as his fox tail swept across the ground, full of sorrow.
The word “love” struck Chu Mo’s vital point like a heavy hammer.
Before she could feel any joy, a sour ache surged in the tip of her heart.
Everything had begun from her own selfish desires.
Now, facing this plea buried so humbly in the dust, she found herself unable to harden her heart and refuse.
After a long silence, Chu Mo forced out the words through gritted teeth.
“I’ll consider it.”
Just before Chu Mo was about to leave, the little fox ran inside and brought out a length of bright red silk cord.
Under Chu Mo’s puzzled gaze, his slender fingers deftly tied it around her wrist.
“Don’t take it off, okay?”
The little fox pleaded pitifully.
“This is a custom from my hometown. You tie a red cord on the person you love so they can’t run away.”
A sick pleasure called “being possessed” shot straight up Chu Mo’s spine to the crown of her head.
This dopamine rush was far stronger than mere desire.
She carefully tucked the red cord into her sleeve, her eyes crazed and obsessive.
“I won’t take it off.”
After seeing Chu Mo out of the courtyard and waiting until her figure disappeared completely from the cave entrance, every trace of joy and sorrow vanished from Bai Qingran’s face in an instant.
Expressionless, he walked into the bathroom and immersed himself in bone-chilling ice water.
After a while, as if trying to scrub off a layer of skin, he frantically rubbed the areas that had been touched.
His fingertips left alarming red scratches.
His stomach churned violently.
The lingering bloody taste mixed with Chu Mo’s scent in his mouth made him uncontrollably lean over the tub and dry heave.
Physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
Bai Qingran leaned weakly against the edge of the wooden tub, staring at the gloomy ceiling as he mockingly curled his lips.
Bai Qingran… you’re really dirty…
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