Chapter 35 Chapter 35: Puppet with String (Part 2)

"Master? Aren't you still asleep? Shui Jing said..."

As Wei Huai'en's face got closer and closer, Xiao Qi breathed softly and closed his mouth. The dim candlelight was eight minutes separated by the curtain. He was completely absorbed by her on this soft bed, quietly waiting for her gift.

.

Kisses and hugs, he has classified these as the rewards he deserves. His depressed heart, which he originally thought Wei Huai'en had fallen asleep, was beating excitedly now, and it was hard to ignore in the space circled by her falling black hair.

A pair of soft hands touched his face, touching the bridge of his forehead, nose, corners of his eyes and cheeks. Her closeness made him tremble uncontrollably, just like a scene in a dream, making him even suspect that this was his imagination.

Her breath was entangled, and he could confirm her presence through her temperature without even needing his eyes.

He could only wait for her arrival.

"Xiao Qi, take off your clothes."

Her soft lips kissed his ear softly, but she uttered words that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"What?"

Xiao Qi instinctively tightened his clothes and moved away to look at her eyes, unable to believe his ears.

"What did you say?"

"Take off your clothes."

She sat up straight and tilted her head to look at his vigilance, not knowing at all how cruel such words were to him.

Xiao Qi's lips trembled several times before he said the word with difficulty:

"……No."

"Why?"

She always asked him such unanswerable questions, and even put her hands on his hands that were tightly grasping the hem of his clothes, just like she always wanted to stay close to him every time he disagreed with her.

But he couldn't this time, he really couldn't. He had no time to think about her intentions, he only knew how to protect his self-esteem with all his strength. He actually had the idea of ​​​​escape, fled from her neatly, and stood on the ground.

"Where are you going? Don't leave!"

She hooked his belt when he was hesitating to say goodbye, her bright face was illuminated by the candlelight, and when he turned around, he saw her coldness.

"Xiao Qi, are you disobeying me?"

There was silence for a moment, and Xiao Qi froze on the spot, maintaining the position of being half sideways after being hooked by her waistband. His whole body was intimidated by her aura, and he was stiff and did not dare to move.

The tenderness in the curtain shattered into dust, and her eyes pierced into his heart, forcing his unclear heart to understand with pain:

Don't forget who you are.

He didn't dare to think about the consequences if he continued to leave on his own. Princess Jiarou never gave anyone a chance to bargain. It was because of his arrogance, his recklessness, and his ignorance.

He knelt on the ground and lowered his head:

"Slave doesn't dare."

She might be satisfied, because he no longer felt the dangerous atmosphere that made him shudder.

But he didn't dare to raise his head to confirm. The look in his eyes was like a slap in the face, shattering all his illusions. Maybe he had expected this day to come, and at this moment he actually felt: "This day has finally arrived."

His master was completely reborn, realized her previous dreams and ambitions, and stood above thousands of people step by step.

He may have been her slave, her friend, her ally, her support, and even her lover for a few moments, but it was all over, and the past ends today.

Her fragility and uneasiness have been soothed by her with more useful authority, and she no longer needs someone like him to comfort her tenderness.

The reason why a beautiful dream is a beautiful dream is because the dreamer clearly knows that a certain moment will be the time to wake up from the dream, so he can let himself indulge in it and pretend that the last moment will never come.

In this way, when the dream ends, you will willingly accept this fact.

He was neither sad nor unwilling, just a little...

pity.

But these emotions are not important to a slave. What she wants is no longer Xiao Qi, but the skin of a capable and trustworthy slave. It is his appearance and a part of him, but she cannot say that alone

That's who he is completely.

She didn't want his heart and soul anymore, she didn't care anymore, that's why she threatened him with such cold eyes, not caring whether he would be stabbed.

If the goddess who gave the doll her soul wanted to take it all back, the doll would have no choice but to let it go.

He can only and must turn back into a piece of wood without joy or sorrow, surrender his dignity, give up his thoughts, and learn to act like other puppets again, only following the wishes of his master.

But the body is numb, but the soul is awake and suffering. He has had it before, so how can he pretend that nothing has happened?

"Whatever the master wants to do, the slave dare not disobey."

He pulled open his clothes, revealing his chest with clear texture, and a dazzling scar on his right shoulder was revealed.

His sleeves fell to the floor, his hands rested on his belt buckle, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"stop."

She lay barefoot and stood on the thick carpet, leaning down slightly to touch his scar: "How did you do this? Didn't I tell you not to damage this skin?"

Xiao Qi opened his eyes, and there was a broken light in his eyes. He was almost about to show his flaws in front of her, but now he couldn't think of an answer and could only think about how to delay time.

Her nails were as round as shells, and there was a strange itching sensation when she scratched his raised scars. What could he say to divert the attention of this stranger master, and how could he preserve his own self-esteem?

When he didn't reply, she asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"

She lifted his chin and took in all his despair and pleading. It was as if some hard shell in her heart had been bumped, making her feel like there was something between them, not happy enough, not enough.

Straightforward.

She thought that Xiao Qi was the same existence to her as the musical actor raised by Princess Jiafu. She felt that she had seen more intimate contact between men and women, and felt that she could get the same intimacy from Xiao Qi.

She liked his skin and was used to being intimate with him. Why was she so sad when she just asked him to take off his clothes?

How could she indulge him like this?

However, it is strange that she knows that she is growing up and that she has changed a lot, but Xiao Qi seems to be difficult to define simply as a slave and a male favorite. She does not look down on him because of his eunuch status. She once told him

If you pass, it will be counted.

However, Xiao Qi is no longer the general manager around her, and she is no longer the little princess who is constrained by everything. If they have no reason to maintain this close relationship, should she let him go?

In other words, should she treat him as part of her past, drift away from him, and return to their own worlds?

He knew her too well. Maybe everyone said that Princess Jiarou was unfathomable and unfathomable, but in his eyes, every move she made clearly reflected her thoughts.

He saw her hesitation and her alienation, and his intuition told him that this was his last chance. After tonight, the two hearts would be completely separated, and there would never be the same connection between them at this moment.

"Wynn..."

He still called her this way, and the water-like affection wrapped her up with his eyes as springs, trying for the last time to break open the seal of desire for power in her heart:

"Who are you asking? Xiao Qi, or an ordinary slave?"

He is asking about the real Wei Huai'en, just like he did many years ago, fighting for her truth with power.

His eyes shone with anticipation, and for some reason she softened her legs and sat in front of him. She didn't know that he spent twice as much time sculpting her body as a man, but she couldn't help but raise her hand and press it on his

On the naked jade chest.

Smooth, but hard. The skin and flesh are made of brocade, and the muscles and bones are made of iron, but they cannot stop the beating heart under her palm.

"Thump, thump..."

Her fingers tightened and clasped his muscles, and the other hand passed across his body and pressed on his scar.

She heard his breathing become heavier above her head, and suddenly pressed the side of her face against his chest, feeling his muscles tightening due to sudden inhalation. This was a living body full of vitality, which was her answer.

.

"Xiao Qi, I'm asking my Xiao Qi."

This sentence was like a mantra, and after Wei Huaien said it, he threw himself into his arms without reservation, as if he had released some shackles:

"Tell me, Xiao Qi, how did you get hurt?"

Everything suddenly made sense and touched her. Not only did she feel sadness and distress in his arms, she also discovered that the incense in the room was almost the same as the smell on his clothes, and the carpet under her knees was sent out last year when he was too late to come back.

The northern animal skins returned by people.

How come she only knows how to climb up and consolidate her position in the day-to-day intrigues, while neglecting everything around her?

Even the scar didn't seem serious when she first saw it. After all, wasn't he living well and moving freely? But now she didn't even dare to take another look. It was clearly a cut that was deep enough to show the bone.

, how much pain should he have?

"It's just that I took the Xuanyu Division's men to the battlefield during the sneak attack in Beizhai. The sword has no eyes. This is just a minor injury and it doesn't matter."

He knelt straight and did not dare to make any rash move.

The scar was suddenly touched by soft lips. He gasped, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away:

"No..."

She covered his lips and stopped his words.
Chapter completed!