Should have chopped you up long ago

Looking at the man's wooden, vacant profile, she reached out to cup his face, turning it toward her before pressing her lips against his with desperate urgency.

After leaving a messy trail of kisses across Lin Yu's face, lips, and neck, Qing Mo’s gaze burned with heat. She was so excited that even the hand resting on his cheek trembled slightly.

Look at me, Lin Yu.

Look.

I like you.

It’s not just because of that reason.

I like you.

I really, truly like you.

As she spoke, her nose stung, and she lost control of her emotions, kissing him again.

Qing Mo had actually been very worried about the things Lin Yu had mentioned before.

She was terrified that after forcing herself on him, her body would become uncontrollable again, just as it once had.

Just as she used to be unable to stop her body from reacting to him, she feared she would now be unable to stop her body from losing its feeling for him, from losing interest.

Back when she first met Lin Yu, Qing Mo had absolutely loathed her own shameful body.

He was such a trashy person, yet she had been unable to pull herself away, even humiliating herself by repeatedly bowing before him and acting base just to obtain that forbidden sensation.

Qing Mo knew well that the twisted pleasure wasn't love, but a pathological addiction, yet she could only sink helplessly into the whirlpool, pulled deeper and deeper.

...

After everything they had been through, what she once loathed had become the hope she prayed would never vanish.

She was afraid.

She was truly afraid.

Afraid that now that she had fallen in love with him, her body would start betraying her will again...

...

But it was okay. It was okay.

Qing Mo’s nose twitched slightly as tears began to fall.

Fortunately, she liked him, and her body still liked him too...

No.

It liked him even more now...

...

Lin Yu allowed Qing Mo to rain kisses upon his face, his eyes vacant and lifeless, looking as though he had lost his soul.

His mind was a complete blank—not because he was unwilling to think, but because he no longer had the capacity to do so.

The feelings between Lin Yu, Tang Manman, and Xia Muzhu were like two earphone cords tangled together in countless knots.

Although Lin Yu lacked the ability to clearly separate them without damaging either cord, he had always held onto a sliver of hope. He thought that if he took his time, patiently pulling and untangling them, he might one day be able to straighten out the threads of these relationships.

But now?

Qing Mo’s intrusion was like a raging fire, turning an already messy situation into something far worse, reaching a point where it was simply unsolvable.

Lin Yu didn't know what to do anymore.

He could only lie quietly on the ocean of his soul, watching the sky of pure love above him shatter, collapse, and come crashing down...

...

Lin Yu.

Lin Yu...

The whispers in his ear awakened a small measure of his external perception. He looked at her...

Lin Yu’s defenses had truly shattered.

Can’t you even leave me with a shred of superficial dignity?!!!

How could Lin Yu remain as calm as still water while this was happening? It was just that his guilt toward Xia Muzhu had grown by another layer, his betrayal of Tang Manman had deepened, and he had drifted much further away from his pure love self.

Only by suppressing these various negative emotions could he barely stop himself from smiling like some kind of creep.

Great!

Now everything hidden in the depths of my soul has been dragged out by you!

I should have just chopped you, the source of all this evil, to pieces when I first transmigrated!

Lin Yu was furious.

Qing Mo didn't care at all about what Lin Yu was worried about.

Seeing a spark of life return to his eyes, she quickly cupped his face to make him look at her. Her eyes were filled with love, and her voice was soft but firm.

Lin Yu, I love you.

Qing Mo’s love was burning and intense, but Lin Yu didn't want to face it, trying to turn his head away.

But as soon as he turned slightly, she gently forced him back.

Lin Yu, I really like you.

Qing Mo looked into his eyes, her own brimming with tears as she spoke affectionately.

When you weren't around, I missed you all the time.

I even thought about having someone kidnap you and lock you by my side forever.

But I didn't do it. I wanted you to be happy.

I didn't want to use those kinds of methods on you.

When your girlfriend’s brother got into trouble, I immediately sent the best doctors to treat him.

With something like that, I only needed to use a little bit of leverage to make you come to me and beg for help.

But I didn't want to use that to threaten you.

I love you, Lin Yu.

So...

...

Can you love me too?

Time flowed slowly as they gazed into each other's eyes.

Gradually, Lin Yu lowered his eyes. Just when Qing Mo thought he was still refusing to accept her, he suddenly let out a long sigh and said softly,

Let me go...

...

The old song was not yet finished, yet a broken string was being played.

Suddenly.

Lin Yu felt an invisible, terrifying tide rising around him, threatening to submerge everything.

In his fear, his muscles began to tighten uncontrollably, and the strength in his hands intensified.

Bit by bit.

The scene before him began to overlap with the images in his mind.

A sense of familiarity unknowingly drowned out everything around him.

Looking at Qing Mo’s gradually breaking expression.

Lin Yu felt fear—a sense of familiarity that was terrifying to the extreme.

Everything was aligning with the images in his mind.

Lin Yu tried desperately to stop it, but his control over his body had long since been stripped away by fear.

The more he feared it, the more completely his body was controlled by that fear, and the more the strength in his grip intensified.

Finally.

Everything matched up.

At that moment, it was finally over for both of them.

Lin Yu sat on the bed as if exhausted. In that short span of time, the fear had left him drenched in sweat.