When Xi Fuhong was about to suffocate, Xiao Qiyu finally pulled away, leaving a trail of ambiguous silver thread between them.
“Ling Xue, you can’t hide from me… you can’t…” Xiao Qiyu murmured, lowering her head to kiss her cheek.
“Let go!! Let go of me!!” Xi Fuhong struggled, trying to shake off Xiao Qiyu’s grip, but couldn’t break free from her hands.
“Let go? You want me to let go?…” Xiao Qiyu’s voice was strange, her low laughter sent chills down Xi Fuhong’s spine.
“Let you go so you can run into his arms? No, he doesn’t love you, Ling Xue, he doesn’t love you… Only I love you.
Isn’t it good to stay by your senior sister’s side? I love you… always have…”
Hearing the sobs in her ear, Xi Fuhong looked up, and in the dim light, she saw Xiao Qiyu’s tears falling onto her eyelids.
Xiao Qiyu was crying.
Always gentle and composed, strong and considerate, Xiao Qiyu was actually crying…
“Ling Xue, my Ling Xue…”
Hearing her call out repeatedly, Xi Fuhong suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, as if an invisible hand was choking her, making it hard to breathe.
Clearly, there was no reflection in those dark eyes; Xiao Qiyu wasn’t seeing Ling Xue, nor was she seeing Xi Fuhong.
Was this longing truly from the heart?
“I’m not Ling Xue…” Xi Fuhong managed to say, her voice hoarse.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Qiyu smiled gently, the same smile from Xi Fuhong’s memory.
But at this moment, she knew that smile wasn’t for her, but for the Ling Xue Xiao Qiyu spoke of.
Xiao Qiyu leaned in to kiss Xi Fuhong again, her tongue teasing without resistance.
Xi Fuhong even tasted the metallic taste of blood from Xiao Qiyu’s mouth, the bloody scent growing stronger in her nose.
Her clothes were stained with crimson, and as she tried to move away, Xiao Qiyu tore open her collar, kissing her without mercy, only with urgent hunger.
“I’m not Ling Xue!! I’m not! Let me go! Wake up!!” Xi Fuhong screamed, but Xiao Qiyu seemed not to hear.
She deftly removed Xi Fuhong’s clothes, flipping her over, pressing her face down on the ground, and binding her hands behind her back.
“Shh, don’t be too loud… you’ll wake the master…” Xiao Qiyu’s gentle voice made Xi Fuhong tremble.
Master?! They were underground, where would a master come from?!
“Wake up!! Xiao Qiyu, wake up!!” Xi Fuhong tried to sit up, but was pressed back down.
Gentle kisses fell from her neck to her shoulders, then down her back.
Xiao Qiyu’s movements were slow but undeniable.
She removed Xi Fuhong’s clothes, her fingers lovingly caressing her hips.
Xi Fuhong panicked, knowing what Xiao Qiyu would do next, and struggled desperately.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Qiyu drew her sword, striking it into the ground just three inches from her cheek.
“Ling Xue, be good… Senior sister won’t hurt you… shh… be good…” Her smile was like a ghost.
Xiao Qiyu was a demon disguised as kind.
She was terrifying… more terrifying than anyone…
“I’m not Ling Xue, I’m not…” I’m Xi Fuhong!!
Xiao Qiyu didn’t hear anything at this moment.
Warm kisses roamed her body, fingers gently teasing, Xi Fuhong hoarsely repeated, but Xiao Qiyu was completely deaf to her.
She removed both their clothes, pressing close together, the wounds on her body bleeding, staining Xi Fuhong’s skin.
Xiao Qiyu didn’t care, as long as it was stained, she would lick it away.
“Ling Xue… Ling Xue…” Her fingers explored the soft forbidden area, Xiao Qiyu called out in ecstasy.
“No! I’m not…” Xi Fuhong frowned, ignoring the pleasure beneath her, biting her lip and shaking her head.
At this moment, she became a substitute, a stand-in for the person Xiao Qiyu longed for, Ling Xue.
She didn’t understand why her chest hurt, only knowing that tears fell from her eyes.
Turning her head, she saw Xiao Qiyu crying too.
Where did this sadness come from? The tears that fell to her lips were as bitter as her own.
This sudden, unexpected intimacy didn’t last until the end, everything absurd stopped when Xiao Qiyu’s strength was exhausted.
Xi Fuhong pushed Xiao Qiyu off her, hastily picking up her clothes and putting them on.
The fire had long gone out, and in the faint light, she looked at Xiao Qiyu’s back lying on the rocks, her thin body breathing weakly.
Xi Fuhong turned her gaze away, biting her lip hard to calm herself, only relaxing when she tasted blood.
After a while, Xi Fuhong went forward to re-bandage Xiao Qiyu, then dressed her in her tattered clothes.
During the process, she couldn’t see her face, only a vague outline.
Xi Fuhong lowered her eyes, feeling heavy-hearted.
What kind of person was Xiao Qiyu? She seemed gentle, yet betrayed her, but in the tomb, she protected her…
Was the smile real?
Was the ruthless killing of ghosts also real?
She moved away from Xiao Qiyu, curling up in a corner.
Xi Fuhong closed her eyes, whispering, “I’m Fu Hong, not Ling Xue.”
Author’s note: The scheming senior sister has completely turned dark… Did you think the senior sister would be gentle even in intimacy? Senior sister: Ah Fu, be good, swords are blind, be careful not to get hurt by resisting (laughs) Ah Fu:… (trembles)
Chapter 43: Both Righteous and Evil
The brick wall crumbled, sunlight slanting down.
Xiao Qiyu’s eyelashes trembled, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her whole body felt as if it had been taken apart and reassembled, the stiffness and obstruction in her joints painful enough to make her frown.
After gasping for a while, she opened her starry black eyes, taking in the scene of ruins, shattered floors, and fallen pillars.
Last night’s battle… did she win?
“White Tiger Ring Head…” Her dry lips uttered four words.
She defeated Baili and took the White Tiger Ring Head, but was disturbed by Baili’s corpse aura, losing her mind.
Her thoughts churned, memories of last night flooding back.
Xiao Qiyu sat up abruptly, panicking, “Miss Xi!”
Her eyes searched, finally finding Xi Fuhong’s figure in the gap between two pillars.
She was curled up in the dark, sleeping with her head down.
Her face bore traces of dried tears, likely shed in fear.
Xiao Qiyu’s usual gentle smile was gone, replaced by shock and regret.
She knew what she had done, and even if disturbed by the corpse aura, she shouldn’t have done such a thing to Xi Fuhong, leaving an indelible scar on both of them.
Before Baili died, he dredged up her most shameful past, Ling Xue, her junior sister…
“Miss Xi… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Xiao Qiyu sat in place, not daring to approach, only able to watch her sleeping face from afar, apologizing over and over.
Her heart, once dead, seemed to be slashed open again, though it didn’t hurt, it was ugly enough to make one sick, just like her, Xiao Qiyu, who had no reason to live, yet continued to linger in the world, causing chaos.
What kind of existence was she without her smile?
Not loving, not being loved, not knowing love, yet stubbornly wanting to love…
Xiao Qiyu pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stop trembling.
When she heard Xi Fuhong stirring, she once again donned the guise of the gentle and graceful senior disciple of Bi Xuan Palace, Xiao Qiyu.
Xi Fuhong, restless in her sleep, woke up immediately upon hearing the whispers, coughing a few times and opening her bleary eyes.
Not far away, Xiao Qiyu’s clothes were in disarray, the dried blood a deep brown, resembling blooming red flowers at first glance.
Silence hung between them, Xiao Qiyu smiling, Xi Fuhong pale.
Finally, Xiao Qiyu sighed, tentatively saying, “Miss Xi, last night…”
“No!!” Xi Fuhong suddenly shouted, shaking her head frantically, “Don’t say it! Don’t say anything!”
Being mistaken for Ling Xue, being pinned to the ground, being stripped and humiliated, that…
