On a certain spot on the roof, a shadow stood silently, his deep inner strength allowing him to hear the conversations and movents inside the house clearly. His hands behind his back were clenched into fists, so tight that his nails pierced his palms without him even realizing it.
For a long ti, so long that the bedsheets in the room had vanished, and the dew had soaked his clothes, the shadow finally moved his stiff joints and then leapt away.
On the eaves, Xiaoyin sighed, "This person is too obsessed."
Xiaolun flicked its tongue, "If I’d known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have saved him."
"That’s not the sa." Xiaoyin shook his head, "Saving lives is a good deed. When we don’t know if the other person is good or bad, madam wouldn’t just stand by."
"The wife has a point."
The shadow that left the roof did not return to his own guest courtyard, but instead, like a ghost, exited Ziyu Villa and ca to a secluded spot in the forest outside. There, he began to grudgingly resolve the physical issues arising from eavesdropping.
"Young Master." Diewu quietly approached, "Diewu is willing."
Song San was enjoying the pleasure brought by "Lady Five Finger" with his eyes closed, imagining it was Yang Ruxin, but unfortunately, his heart felt emptier, more longing.
Diewu’s appearance dazed him for an instant, and he turned to embrace her, "Xinxin..."
Though Diewu felt uncomfortable, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity, and tried to take the initiative to conform. But before she could go further, Song San suddenly pushed her away, "Get lost!"
"Young Master!" Diewu didn’t leave, but instead knelt on one knee, "Diewu is truly willing, even as a stand-in."
"I’ll say it again, get lost!" Song San gritted his teeth.
"Young Master." Diewu stepped forward again, trying to embrace his leg, but before she could touch him, she was flung into the air and landed heavily on the ground a short distance away.
"Didn’t you hear tell you to get lost?" At this point, Song San had not a shred of temptation left; the whole person seed cold and violent.
"Young Master... poof!" Diewu propped herself up but spat out a mouthful of blood.
Song San didn’t give her a glance; he turned and left.
Diewu’s tears began to fall.
"What’s the point?" Re Bai ca over to help her up.
"You don’t understand." Diewu shook her head.
"I don’t understand." Re Bai gave a bitter smile, "But I know you’re seriously injured. To achieve your goal, you need to stay alive first."
Diewu looked at Re Bai and nodded slightly, "I won’t die."
Song San left the forest, originally not intending to return, yet sohow he felt an unexplainable dissatisfaction, so he returned to Ziyu Villa. He still wanted to take one more look at that woman.
"Who?" Just as he returned to his room at the guest courtyard, Song San frowned because in the unlit room, a shadow was sitting on his bed.
"The Fla Sect’s Young Master is hard to control, I’m here to extinguish your fire." The woman’s voice was soft, yet laden with charm, just hearing it could make one’s body tingle.
"Heh heh." Song San suddenly laughed, "Your Sun Cult’s Saintesses are becoming less impressive with each generation."
"Saying that, Young Master will make sad." The Sun Saintess stood up and walked to Song San, "Want to try? See if I’m really worse than others?"
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