The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 83: This Seat Wants You

A frenzied notion made Mo Ran's eyes turn bloodshot. He trembled uncontrollably, his reason lost as he clutched tightly at Chu Wanning's throat, growling relentlessly for an answer.

If he just spoke the second half, if he dared to utter those words "I have no regrets in life or death." It would surely be... it would surely be...

"Ugh!"

A muffled groan sounded in his ear. Unable to breathe, Chu Wanning's face flushed red. His struggles grew feeble in the end.

Mo Ran froze for a moment, his scarlet eyes wide with a mix of madness and clarity. Suddenly, he realized what he had done and hastily released his grip. Chu Wanning crashed back onto the bed, five livid marks on his neck a horrifying sight that gradually brought Mo Ran back to his senses.

"…" He opened his mouth, wanting to call out "Shifu," but the word wouldn't come. He couldn't even utter Chu Wanning's name. Hesitant, a hoarse whisper escaped him, "You..."

His throat felt as dry as if it had been seared by fire. Mo Ran struggled to swallow, gradually regaining his composure. Memories from the previous day flashed before his eyes – Chu Wanning had never acted strangely in this life. He definitely wasn't reborn.

Then why did he say those words, "I've wronged you," at this very moment, just like he did before he died in their past life?

Hadn't those words been a hollow lie Chu Wanning was forced to say back then, to protect Xue Meng and those pretended righteous cultivators?

He had never believed it, never wanted to believe that Chu Wanning would genuinely apologize to him or say something conciliatory. After all, Chu Wanning was definitely deceiving him, definitely didn't like him. In any case, this Master had never esteemed him, had never been sincere towards him.

He didn't regret killing his master at all.

Not even a little...

Mo Ran turned away, slowly closing his eyes.

He didn't want to stay here for another moment. What did Chu Wanning's life or death have to do with him?

He turned to leave.

To leave.

But he couldn't move his feet.

I wronged you.

That cold and handsome face, bloodied in his memory, now seemed somewhat gentle when he recalled it. By the side of Kunlun's Heavenly Pool, that person had lifted his hand from the pool of blood, fingertips touching his forehead. The fingers were ice-cold, but there was some warmth in those phoenix eyes. But Mo Ran had thought back then that he must have been mistaken.

Not a single regret in life or death.

Chu Wanning spoke softly, tears streaming down his blood-stained cheeks.

"Mo Ran..."

The person on the bed murmured in his sleep, two gentle syllables that made the one addressed tremble in their entirety. By the time Mo Ran regained his composure, he was already standing by the bedside, leaning against the wall, and gazing intently at Chu Wanning's pale face.

Those thin, watery lips slightly parted, repeating the name once more.

"Mo Ran..."

Closing his eyes, Mo Ran knitted his brows tightly, his fingertips digging into the hard, cold huanghuali wood, as if trying to suppress something with all his might. In the end, he couldn't resist and rasped, "Chu Wanning, are you being sincere?"

"Is everything you said... truly from your heart?"

His chest felt like it was about to burst from the pain. Since Chu Wanning definitely wasn't reborn, the only reason he would say such things now was that he had come to believe, starting from this point, that he hadn't treated him well and felt guilty about it.

Was it truly from the heart?

Chu Wanning was but a figment of a dream, so naturally, he wouldn't respond. Yet Mo Ran still held onto the naive hope of awaiting an answer.

"..."

After waiting with his eyes closed for a while, there was still no response. Mo Ran sighed inwardly and reluctantly lifted his eyelids.

But to his surprise, he found himself locking eyes with a pair of hazy phoenix-like orbs.

Half-open, half-closed, on the verge of waking yet still asleep.

Chu Wanning's eyes had opened at some point, but his expression revealed that his mind was still clouded. It was merely a brief respite from his torment. His dark, starry eyes remained hollow and distant, as if they held countless epochs within them.

In his usual demeanor, Yu Heng was as sharp as lightning, seldom displaying such a bewildered state.

Stripped of his usual sharpness, the person lying there was breathtakingly beautiful. The corners of his eyes and lids were tinged with a subtle, hazy flush as he gazed at him so vulnerably.

His heart throbbed fiercely, and Mo Ran felt a constriction in his throat. He whispered, "You..."

In this scene, it was too reminiscent of the way he had been intimate with him in his previous life. Mo Ran's thoughts trembled, and for a moment, he felt as if he was still in the Wushan Hall, where Chu Wanning was his captive, his forbidden male concubine. Just thinking about it made him feel parched and his breathing gradually became heavier.

I can't...

I don't like him.

Don't touch him again.

All past grievances are in the past. In this life, we're merely master and disciple.

Thus, Mo Ran supported himself with one hand on the bed frame, gazing down at Chu Wanning with restraint, not daring to overstep boundaries. His long hair, tied into a ponytail, cascaded down his shoulder, the ends landing near the other's pillow.

Chu Wanning lay fully clothed, his long tresses sprawled around him. At first, his expression was numb, but after a while, Mo Ran's reflection began to appear in his eyes. Chu Wanning was briefly startled, as if still trapped in a nightmare, unaware of the present moment. Slowly, he reached out, pausing mid-air for a moment before finally touching Mo Ran's forehead.

"I wronged you..."

As he spoke these words, he was as gentle as in their previous life, a rare occurrence.

Mo Ran felt a thunderous boom in his mind, as if something within him had suddenly collapsed.

His heart surged with emotion, his head feverish. The clarity he had just regained crumbled, leaving no room for thought. Fueled by familiar desire, he pressed himself against Chu Wanning, fiercely capturing his slightly parted lips. His hands trembled uncontrollably as he tore at the other's clothing. In that instant, memories flooded back like tidal waves, erasing the icy surroundings. It was as if they were once again in the crimson-hued Wushan Palace, beneath the illumination of dragon-phoenix candles, with this person writhing beneath him, cursing and gasping in humiliation.

"Mmm..."

In the midst of their intimate embrace, Chu Wanning's muted groan drove Mo Ran into a frenzied state. All his previous dislike, hatred, and vows to never touch him again were shattered into nothingness.

Mo Ran felt as if he had not yet died, and that the trembling body beneath him was still his own.

He wanted to kiss him, hold him, and ravage him fiercely, making this unattainable, ethereal figure beg for mercy beneath him, climaxing under his control.

"Chu Wanning..." he murmured hoarsely.

Intense pleasure washed over his soul, even heating up his fingertips.

Once more, he captured those cool, soft lips between his teeth, still tasting the bitterness of the medicinal herbs. Yet, it made his heart pound and his thoughts swirl with desire. He knew this person all too well. After being reborn, fueled by resentment, he had refused to be intimate with him. But while kissing him, only Mo Ran himself knew the exquisite, intoxicating pleasure it brought, like a dying traveler in a desert discovering an oasis, or a freezing cold night warmed by a fire.

He had assumed that in this new life, he would sever all ties with Chu Wanning.

Yet, he found himself unable to resist, succumbing to a single provocative remark and impulsively kissing him.

If not for the fact that Chu Wanning's clothes proved stubbornly untearable despite his efforts, and something sharp from within the garment pricked Mo Ran, he might have lost himself completely, disregarding all consequences to claim his master right then and there.

Clang!

The metal object that had pricked Mo Ran's finger rolled twice on the pillow before coming to a stop.

Amidst his passion, Mo Ran paid no heed to this minor injury. He merely glared at the item in anger and continued his struggle with the stubborn clothing on Chu Wanning's body. As long as he didn't kiss or embrace, it was tolerable. But the moment he pressed against Chu Wanning, memories of their past life flooded back. Just the recollection of the slender waist beneath his hands stirred an irresistible excitement within him.

However, the sheer silk white robe on Chu Wanning seemed bewitched; despite his efforts, he could not tear it open!

Mo Ran cursed under his breath and fiercely pounded the bed frame. Rising from the bed, he prepared to fetch his weapon to slice through the three layers of the waistband.

As he sat up, his peripheral vision caught sight of the metal item that had fallen beside him. Initially ignoring it, a sudden clarity pierced through his chaotic thoughts.

Startled, he turned abruptly to look at the object once more.

It was a shimmering golden butterfly hairpin, one he had saved feathers for days to buy for Xia Sini while they were in Peach Blossom Spring.

Back then, he had even personally fastened the hairpin at the top of Xia Sini's ponytail, coaxing his sulky junior brother with, "Little kids should use golden or red ones. Look, how lively!"

Mo Ran picked up the hairpin, feeling as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. He was utterly stunned.

Isn't... what's going on here?

How could the item he gave to Xia Sini end up in Chu Wanning's embrace? !

Could it be...

A horrifying thought gradually took shape in Mo Ran's mind. He turned his head slowly, his eyes still glazed with desire, landing on Chu Wanning. His Master had already passed out, and Mo Ran fixated on his face, observing the slightly flushed lips he had kissed. His heartbeat skipped a few beats.

It couldn't be, it was absolutely impossible.

He must be losing his mind...

Could it be that Chu Wanning didn't deceive him?

Or... could it be that Xia Sini is indeed Chu Wanning's son?

This conjecture sent shivers down Mo Ran's spine, making him feel as if his scalp was about to burst!

The author has something to say: Feeding Fish: (Raises hand) No home run? I object.

Chu Wanning: Your protest is invalid; go on and dream.

Xue Meng: Your protest holds no weight; go on and dream.

Meat Bun: Your objection is futile; go dream away.

Jingjiang Reviewer: Your protest is irrelevant; go dream your thousand-year fantasy.