Killing The Same Person Every Time Chapter 11

The night is dark and a brisk wind blows; it is the bleakest point of the day.

Bu Bai chose a quiet place to drink alone. He was not a fool. He was still able to tell whether Yan Shu actually loved him or not. It's just that he was a little unwilling to accept this fact. And although Bu Bai liked Yan Shu, it wasn't to the point where he would take off his proud sh.e.l.l and serve his dignity on a plate for Yan Shu to trample on. Only when no one is around, will Bu Bai feel at ease and reveal his insecurities. 6vmTWM

After drinking an entire jug of wine, Bu Bai's vision begins to blur. In his drunken haze, he saw a figure dressed in brilliant red approach him.

The man gently picks him up. His embrace gave off a sense of familiarity, so Bu Bai did not push him away. He looked at the man and asked, “Why doesn't he like me?”. The scent of alcohol drifted out between his lips, and the man pauses. Then suddenly, Bu Bai's closed teeth were pried open by the man's agile tongue. Bu Bai tried to resist, but his limbs were trapped by the man. The fragrance of icy peach blossoms echoed in his mouth, creating an uncontrollable impulse. He responded with desperate desire entangle with the block of ice exploring his mouth.

Feeling such enthusiasm, Xing Yan's cold dark eyes suddenly turned deep red with satisfaction. He looked at the man intoxicated by alcohol and revealed a cruel smile. This time, you sent yourself to my door, so you can't blame me for what happens next.

Before encountering Bu Bai, he'd never wanted to possess a man as much as now. After meeting him, he will never want anyone else again. The gorgeous man in red didn't know when the drugged youth became a permanent mark in his heart. Even if his heart was cut open, it was no longer possible to erase the traces left by this youth. q1FlYB

It was the first time he had held such an enchanting youth, and he couldn't hold back. A long time later, after they finally finished, he waited quietly on the bed for Bu Bai to wake up.

The feeling of waking up from a hangover was not pleasant. Bu Bai glances around and immediately notices the man beside him. At that moment, he immediately became aware of the mistakes committed in the shroud of darkness. This posture, this time, and the lingering smell of wine all hints at the ambiguous events of last night.

The expression in Bu Bai's eyes turns from shock to anger, and finally becomes stained with intense pain. He grabbed an abandoned sword haphazardly thrown on the ground beside the bed and pointed it at Xing Yan's chest. “How dare you?” Bu Bai questions, unsure if he's asking Xing Yan or himself.

Instead of retreating, Xing Yan took a step forward, allowing the sharp point of the sword to cut through his delicate skin: “Master, you were drunk last night.” e9FdxJ

I really was drunk… The sword slipped from Bu Bai's hand. This matter cannot be blamed entirely on Xing Yan: “Did I force you?”

“This subordinate was willing” Xing Yan answered, his calm eyes hiding the turbulent inner thoughts. “I like you, master.”

Bu Bai's eyes were dull and he couldn't accept what had happened for a long time. The man he trusted the most harbored feeling that he shouldn't have. For a moment, he was unable to accept it: “From now on, don't let me see you again.” If you don't want to kill him, it's better to not see him.

Bending down to look for the clothes that had been randomly thrown on the ground last night, Bu Bai's mind was a mess: “Boss, am I really the kind of person who drinks and becomes frivolous?” SJp0 4

*t/n: Lao Da = boss