Would You Like to Have a Drink

Zong Luo was startled and instinctively wanted to let go, but the young man leaning on his shoulder’s breathing became heavier and heavier. The thick blood rolled down his neck and into the depths of his white clothes. There seemed to be a hint of desire in his voice, as if he was coquettishly pleading with him.

He suddenly calmed down.

Having fed Yu Beizhou the medicine, Zong Luo had done his duty. Not to mention their identities as mortal enemies, with so many grudges in between.

Helping with the medicine was already doing his utmost duty. If he wanted to leave, he could leave at any time.

However, perhaps it was the thought that from now on, he and Yu Beizhou would never see each other again.

The four characters “the last time” originally carried a kind of madness that made people linger.

These four characters make people feel dizzy, make people sink, make people blur their rationality.

They give those vague throbs that one didn’t understand before the truth was revealed, a last chance to indulge.

Zong Luo had never done such a thing for anyone else. Now he was more nervous than the first time he led troops into battle, and sweat seeped from his forehead and temples.

His movements were too slow, so that the feverish person suddenly found his own instinct.

In the next second, the wrist of the prince in white was grabbed, and the whole person turned over without any warning, and the positions of the two people changed all at once.

“——!!!”

He didn’t even have time to exclaim.

Previously, it was Zong Luo who was holding onto Yu Beizhou, but now it had become Yu Beizhou holding onto him.

“Senior brother.”

The furry head was buried on the shoulder of the prince in white. In the next second, as if he had learned it on his own, Tai’A sword squeezed into the tightly stretched, straight legs.

Zong Luo’s pupils shrank for a moment, but he held back, even bending his knees closer and gripping the sword.

Immediately, a violent storm fell in the darkness.

The force that almost shattered his pelvis threw him up again and again, fierce and urgent like a drumbeat, without any order. But he was held in front of him, with the large hand on his shoulder tightly locked, unable to move.

The furry head was pressed against the jade-like slender neck, licking and biting, leaving behind colorful kiss marks, and greedily devouring the blood that seeped out.

Love and hate no longer mattered, what mattered was this moment of indulgence.

He didn’t know how long it had been, but Zong Luo felt like he was going to be shattered, broken apart.

The fabric rubbed against each other until it caught fire, and the sharp sword finally rubbed against his spine, carving each section of his spine, and finally rested on his coccyx, perhaps even penetrating a little further.

The sound of water echoed in the dark room where nothing could be seen.

The fabric was instantly soaked. The young man in red let out a satisfied sigh from deep in his throat.

Hot, extremely hot.

Almost at the same time, Zong Luo finally couldn’t hold back, biting his lower lip, his pupils losing focus.

Clearly separated by a layer of thick fabric, they still managed to get everywhere as if there were no obstacles.

The palm of his hand hanging weakly by his side was full of sweat, and the other hand that was searching everywhere grabbed it and held it tightly, fingers interlocking.

In the darkness where he couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face, even if he was confused and infatuated, no one had to take responsibility for anyone.

After waiting for this long detoxification process to end, the prince in white shook his body, shook off the hands on him, and slowly got up.

He was covered in a sticky mess that couldn’t be washed away, stumbling towards the door of the dark room.

His overused legs were a bit unsteady, and Zong Luo knew without guessing that the inside of his thighs must be completely red, the fabric rubbing against him causing pain, and he could even feel the traces of flowing as he walked.
The design of the male long robe in the Great Yuan was very unique, with openings on both sides. On ordinary days, when walking with the wind, it would lift up on both sides, giving off a feeling of a dashing and elegant gentleman.

Perhaps it was this unique design that caused a piece to come loose, revealing the long pants and leg bindings underneath. Because of this, not to mention his own front, everything behind him was all stuck in the crevice, sticky and uncomfortable, making the usually obsessed with cleanliness Zong Luo feel extremely uncomfortable.

After running out of the dark room as if escaping, he paused in the study for a moment.

Zong Luo rarely lost control in his three lives.

The few times he did lose control were all with Yu Beizhou.

But no matter if it’s hatred, those unspoken throbs, or other things, this entanglement that had lasted for two lifetimes was finally coming to an end.

After tonight, it should be over, like cutting through a knot with a swift knife.

‘Goodbye, Yu Beizhou.’

Zong Luo silently said in his heart, closing his eyes deeply, as if making a final farewell.

Drip, drip, drip–

However, just as he was about to step away, a scorching hand suddenly reached out from the pitch-black depths of the dark room, firmly gripping his ankle.

The prince in white suddenly looked down.

He was so startled that he didn’t even have time to take another step forward.

The faint moonlight came in from the window sill, coldly illuminating the stone steps in the dark room.

Every step there was dyed red with blood.

The red clothes on the young man were already indistinguishable from what was their original color and what was the blood that flowed out. There were two deep blood holes carved on his originally delicate and good-looking collarbone, one of which even had a broken piece of iron hook left, which hadn’t been removed in time due to the struggle.

A chain as thick as a wrist fell to the ground, dragging and making a noise on the steps with the movement.

In the silent night sky, this sound was eerie and deafening.

Drip, drip–

Blood trickled down the long black hair, winding and meandering.

The man covered in blood slowly raised his head, his face beautiful like an Asura crawling out of a sea of blood, but his face was filled with a bewildered confusion as if a treasure had been taken away, and even the corners of his bewildered eyes were moist.

He closed his fingers, even if his mind was not clear, his body was full of embarrassing wounds, his murmuring still continued.

Like a puppet who couldn’t feel the pain, he forcefully broke free from the Winter Mountain Meteorite that bound him, relying entirely on instinct to repeat a sentence.

“Don’t go, Senior Brother, don’t go.”