binnovel Chapter 483 Bruise
Chapter 483 Bruise
He deliberately did not resist, and even raised his head slightly to allow Lin Ci'an to pinch him more easily. His Adam's apple rolled, his breathing became slightly heavier, but his eyes remained calm, even with a hint of indulgence.
"Sir Saint..." His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was enduring some kind of pain, "What do you want to know?"
Lin Ci'an's fingers tightened a little more, dark currents surged in his emerald eyes: "Who are you? Chu Ziyu can't resonate with the dark forces, and it's even more impossible for him to--" He paused, gritted his teeth and didn't say it out loud, "It's even more impossible for him to betray me in a year." He swallowed the words.
"Darkness value +5, current darkness value 100."
Chu Ziyu narrowed his eyes happily in his heart.
She was very cold to him when they met today, and even deliberately made him kneel in public. Her evilness level is still so high.
He was so sad that he wanted to do it.
He lowered his eyelashes, hiding the amusement in his eyes, and deliberately made his voice sound bitter and forbearing: "Sir, what do you mean by betrayal?"
Lin Ci'an looked at the tall man who was covered by his figure, sneered, and stroked his throat with his fingers, as if he was thinking about whether to strangle him directly: "Playing dumb?"
Chu Ziyu shook his head gently, the muscles on his neck tensed, but he still didn't struggle: "If I really betrayed you... then you should kill me now."
Chu Ziyu's neck was slender and graceful, but at this moment, Lin Ci'an's fingers left several glaring red marks.
He was forced to look up, his Adam's apple rolling hard under his pale skin, like a dying swan taking its last breath. The sunlight shone through the stained glass windows, reflecting the bruises like broken rose petals.
Lin Ci'an could clearly feel the beating of the other person's pulse with his fingertips - so fast and so hot that it seemed to burn his skin.
Lin Ci'an tightened his knuckles subconsciously.
Chu Ziyu's breathing became rapid, his chest rose and fell violently, and the silver-white armor made a slight metallic friction sound. A drop of sweat slid down his temple, along the tight jaw line, and finally hung in the delicate collarbone, teetering.
What was most frightening was his eyes—the pair of eyes that were always as sharp as an eagle were now covered with a layer of mist, but he still stared at Lin Ci'an stubbornly.
There seemed to be a flame burning deep in his dark pupils, melting pain and loyalty into an almost pious sacrificial gesture. His slightly opened lips were sickly red due to lack of oxygen, but he never made a sound of begging for mercy.
Lin Ci'an suddenly felt dizzy. The scene before him was too familiar, just like the reflection of the time when the sword was pressed against his throat in his previous life. Only this time, the roles were reversed. He should have felt happy, but inexplicably tasted the bitterness of rust on the tip of his tongue.
"You..." His fingers loosened unconsciously, but then tightened immediately, "Why don't you resist?"
Chu Ziyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow under his eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and his voice was hoarse as if it was rubbed by sandpaper: "Because... it's you..."
This sentence was like a blunt knife, stabbing into Lin Ci'an's heart. He suddenly let go of his hand and staggered back.
Chu Ziyu immediately bent over and coughed. The silver-white armor made a crackling sound as he moved, like icicles breaking in winter. The red marks on his neck bloomed more brilliantly, like some strange totem.
Lin Ci'an stared at his fingers, where the warmth of the man's skin still lingered. He suddenly realized that what he had touched was not only the man's fragility, but also his soft spot that he had willingly given up. This realization was sharper than any weapon, splitting a crack in his carefully constructed defenses.
The sunlight shifted a bit, shrouding half of Chu Ziyu's body in a colorful halo. He knelt on one knee like a devout believer, and the scar on his neck was a bloody prayer to God. Lin Ci'an suddenly wanted to reach out and touch those bruises, and heal them with healing magic - just like he had done for this knight countless times in the past five years.
But in the end he just clenched the sleeves of his holy robe, allowing the runes embroidered with gold thread to pierce into his palms.
"Darkness value 5, current darkness value 95."
"Tsk, you're tough on the outside but soft on the inside."