Song Yao: “...”
Xie Zhou was too close. She couldn't move, nor did she dare to. She reached out, trying to push him away, and stammered to negotiate with him, “X-Xie Zhou, c-calm down. This... this isn't right. I didn't mean it like that...”
Although the youth looked thin and frail, she couldn't budge him at all. His pitch-black eyes stared at her quietly, as if waiting to see what else she could possibly say.
Steeling herself, Song Yao tried to guide him back to the right path with gentle persuasion. “Fourth Junior Brother, don't you think our relationship is a bit twisted like this? If others find out, they will criticize you. I don't mind, but it would be troublesome if your reputation is ruined. Don't you think so, Fourth Junior Brother?”
She repeated the title “Fourth Junior Brother” over and over, emphasizing every word to clearly remind him of their relationship.
Xie Zhou let out a mocking chuckle.
In the past, he had indeed respected her as his Third Senior Sister, obeying her every arrangement and never daring to overstep. And what did he get in return?
Being abandoned by her time and time again. But that didn't matter anymore.
Now, she was seeking death, yet she still wanted to use this title to suppress him.
He was tired of playing these house-playing games with her, tired of coaxing her to stay alive.
Since she wanted to die anyway, she might as well die here with him.
He looked at her, his eyes dead calm, and asked, “Are you finished? If you're finished, can we begin?”
Song Yao: “...”
What an obstinate Fourth Junior Brother.
She knitted her brows in distress.
After a moment, she hesitated before asking, “Fourth Junior Brother, don't you have a lot of paper figures?”
“Does it have to be me? Won't your paper figures do?”
Xie Zhou: “?”
He suspected he had misheard, but Song Yao grew more enthusiastic as she spoke. She even propped herself up slightly from the desk and stared intently into his eyes. “If you use paper figures, even if you get caught, at most people will just say you lack self-control. Isn't that better than doing it with me? Besides, your paper figures are so obedient. You can do whatever you want with them.”
As she spoke, she reached out again to push against his chest. “When has your Third Senior Sister ever harmed you? How about this, you get up first, and at worst, I'll help you make some paper figures...”
How considerate. How generous. Now she suddenly remembered she wanted to be a good senior sister.
Xie Zhou was completely driven to laughter by his anger. In the next instant, he pinned her wrists and pressed himself down over her.
Their breaths mingled ambiguously once more.
Song Yao had been speaking merrily, but the sudden extreme reduction in distance between her and her Fourth Junior Brother threw her into another panic.
This time, however, her entire body was pinned down, leaving her absolutely no room to dodge.
She could almost see her own reflection in his eyes. Wanting to cry but having no tears, she pleaded, “Xie Zhou, c-calm down.”
Xie Zhou smiled. “I am very calm, Third Senior Sister. It's you who isn't calm.”
At her wits' end, the Bishui Sword suddenly flew in through the window in her panic, halting a mere half-inch from Xie Zhou's forehead.
It seemed that if he leaned in even a fraction of an inch closer, it would pierce right through his skull.
Without even blinking, Xie Zhou stared intently at her, his voice hoarse. “Do it. I'll give my life to you too.”
Song Yao: “...”
Such a perfectly fine Fourth Junior Brother. How did he turn into a lunatic?
Xie Zhou smiled again. “If you don't do it, I'm going to kiss you, Song Yao.”
Her name rolled off his tongue, carrying a burning, intimate weight.
Her wrists were being squeezed so hard they ached. Clutching at straws, she said in exasperation, “Xie Zhou, I'll really get angry. If you do this, I will hate you.”
Her Fourth Junior Brother used to hate it most when she said things like that.
Whenever she mentioned it in the past, his eyes would redden as he lowered his head, tugging at her sleeve and begging her not to hate him.
But now, a cold glint flashed through Xie Zhou's eyes. His patience completely exhausted, he suddenly tightened his grip. “What does hating me matter, Song Yao? I want you to hate me to death.”
Their lips clashed with a sense of venting frustration, stealing all her breath. Song Yao's mind went completely blank.
Having been reborn, she was now being pinned to a desk and kissed by her once most obedient Fourth Junior Brother.
A sharp sting woke her from her daze, and a metallic taste spread in her mouth. He bit her. It hurt so much.
The hand resting on her waist grew increasingly hot, restlessly rubbing against her through the thin fabric.
Song Yao struggled for a long time, only managing to free one hand after what felt like an eternity. She raised it almost purely out of instinct.
A sharp slap echoed in the room, abruptly cutting off his one-sided demand.
She kicked him hard in the chest. Pushing herself back along with the desk, the Bishui Sword flew forward with a sharp clink, pointing directly at Xie Zhou's heart.
The slap had not been light. Her Fourth Junior Brother tilted his head slightly, his face still flushed with lingering desire.
Song Yao finally caught her breath. Gathering the collar of her disheveled green robe, she sat up straight. She casually wiped the trace of blood from the corner of her lips with her sleeve and looked up at Xie Zhou. Her eyes were slightly red at the corners, filled with anger. “X-Xie Zhou, who taught you all this nonsense?”
Xie Zhou slowly turned his face back. A clear, pale red handprint remained on his fair cheek, and his brow cast a faint shadow.
Most of the ruthlessness in his eyes had faded. His dark eyes, reflecting the candlelight, looked damp and almost innocent.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice dropped very low. “You taught me.”
He suddenly took a step forward. Startled, Song Yao immediately tried to withdraw her sword, but she was a half-step too slow.
With a soft squelch, the tip of the sword pierced through his clothes, sinking half an inch into his chest. Light red blood instantly bloomed outward.
He let out a muffled groan but didn't even sway. The candlelight flickered between them.
He looked down at her, his tone actually carrying a hint of grievance. “Why can Wen Tang treat you like this?”
“Why don't you hate her?”
“Third Senior Sister, do you only hate me?”
“Is your lack of desire to live because you don't want to see me?”
Song Yao: “...”
He had been so unyielding just now that she had already prepared herself to fight him to the death.
Yet now, he was putting on such a pitiful front, questioning her step by step as if he were about to cry. The coldness in Song Yao's eyes instantly softened a little.
After all, he was still the junior brother she had watched grow up...
It turned out he was just being jealous of her Fifth Junior Sister.
She explained, “Wen Tang didn't kiss me. How can you lump those two things together?”
Xie Zhou pursed his lips, the loneliness in his eyes deepening. “You slept with her.”
Song Yao coughed lightly, suddenly feeling that something wasn't quite right. “We're fellow disciples. Sleeping in the same bed isn't a big deal, is it? Besides, she turned into a puppet, so I was taking care of her.”
Xie Zhou took another half-step closer, his gaze dark. “Then why can't I sleep with you?”
Song Yao: “...No, your definition of 'sleeping' and hers seem to be a bit different.”
Xie Zhou's eyes filled with confusion. “How is it different?”
Song Yao was shocked. “Of course it's different! Tangtang doesn't want to... to do that sort of thing with me.”
The cold, sullen look on Xie Zhou's face vanished in an instant as he drew even closer. Standing right in front of the desk, he pressed, “How do you know she doesn't?”
Song Yao: “!!?”
Tangtang was such a good girl. How could she possibly want to do that kind of thing with her?!
Wait, no. Her Fourth Junior Brother used to be quite good too.
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