Xiao Yu's face abruptly stiffened when he saw that it was Qi Yunheng.
He shoved Wu Langxing away, a barely perceptible flicker of panic crossing his eyes. "Let me explain. It's not what it looks like!"
By then, anger had already overwhelmed Qi Yunheng's reason.
He charged at Xiao Yu with his sword, and Wu Langxing hurried forward to block him.
Clang!
The next instant, his head was severed clean off, and blood spilled across the floor.
Seeing Qi Yunheng turn to slash at him, Xiao Yu spun around and ran, shouting, "Qi Yunheng!"
"It really isn't what it looks like."
"Calm down first and let me explain-"
Qi Yunheng snorted, his eyes icy. "I'd be a damned fool to believe another word of your bullshit!"
"He was the one throwing himself at me. I really didn't touch him."
Xiao Yu defended himself. "If you hadn't cut his head off just now, he could have backed me up..."
"Hah!"
Qi Yunheng sneered.
"What? Are you upset that I cut down your little lover?"
His sinister, hawklike eyes fixed relentlessly on Xiao Yu.
Every time he recalled the sight of the two of them embracing with their clothes disheveled, he wanted to destroy the entire world.
Why?
There was only one person in this world who had ever cared about me. All I wanted was Xiao Yu. Why did people keep trying to steal him from me?
Couldn't they find someone else?
Why did they have to covet what was mine?
I hadn't even held Xiao Yu that close myself. Why should those pretty boys get there first?
I really should just bury him underground. Then no one would covet him.
"You again! It's you again, you man in the Ghost Mask! You keep ruining things for me!"
Wu Langxing, whose