In the dark hall, only a few rays of cool moonlight slanted through the window lattice and hit the ground.
Cang Mo's harsh voice still echoed in the room, and the "master" he said was bitten hard by him, with a strong sense of ridicule and unwillingness.
Lin Qingyang frowned. Every time Cang Mo called out these two words, it would never be a good thing. He struggled to get up, but the hand on his back exerted force, forcing him to pin him down on the couch, unable to move.
Lin Qingyang tilted his head slightly, and in the dim light, he looked into the amber eyes beside him, filled with anger and desire that were almost engulfing him.
Lin Qingyang's expression paused, and the emotions in his eyes changed several times. I don't know if it was out of guilt or for some other reason. He finally lowered his eyelashes, said nothing, and relaxed his body with his strength without saying anything or struggling.
Lin Qingyang's rare indulgence and obedience made Cang Mo's eyes instantly become dangerous, and his breathing became heavier. Accompanied by the harsh sound of ripping silk, the gorgeous robes on his body were roughly torn apart. The cool air enveloped his naked skin in an instant, but was completely covered by the scalding body temperature the next second.
Cang Mo's torment this time was particularly fierce, without the tenderness and lingering of the past, it was full of anger and punishment. The primitive posture seemed to stimulate the wildness and violence in his bones even more, like a truly crazy beast, tossing ferociously regardless, with a ruthlessness that wanted to completely crush the person and swallow him into his belly.
Lin Qingyang instinctively struggled to crawl forward, but as soon as she moved half an inch, she was grabbed around the waist, pulled back fiercely, and pinned to the same spot.
"Cang Mo... don't be like this..."
The painful gasps caused the words to come out intermittently, and the voice trembled uncontrollably. The thin white fingers tightly grasped the soft cushion under the body, and the knuckles turned blue and white.
But Cang Mo ignored it, and rubbed his fair neck with his knuckled hand, forcing him to raise his head slightly, pressing it against his red ears, and said in an ambiguous and bad voice, "Please, please."
Lin Qingyang turned her head to look at him with difficulty. The ends of her eyes were red and even a little watery, but her eyes were clear and calm. She frowned and said displeasedly, "Don't go too far!"
His look and tone seemed to be lecturing a naughty child, but Cang Mo seemed to be stimulated by his gesture. Unwilling to be willing to do so, he became even more angry. He lowered his head and bit Lin Qingyang's bare shoulder, causing a sharp sting.
Lin Qingyang groaned in pain, Cang Mo showed no mercy, his canine teeth pierced the fair skin, and the rusty smell of blood instantly spread between his lips and teeth,
"Is this too much?" Cang Mo said through gritted teeth in his ear, "You know how many ways I can make you obedient and make you unable to leave me again, or even have the thought of it! But I can't bear to do that to you! You also know that I can't let go, so you use it against me!"
Cang Mo complained with red eyes, becoming more and more fierce
"Why do you have to help the human race! Why!" Cang Mo's voice trembled slightly, with painful reluctance and crazy obsession, echoing in the empty hall, "Why can't you stand on my side... Why do you refuse to choose me every time! Is it because I am a monster?!"
The only person who answered him was Lin Qingyang's painful breathing. Cang Mo held the person tightly in his arms, but there was panic in his voice that he was not aware of. He knew better than anyone else how fragile and unbearable the relationship between the two was, and he was more afraid that this person would leave him as soon as he had the chance. Only through this most primitive way could he feel that this person was truly by his side.
"It's useless, Lin Qingyang, you can't go back! Even if you don't love me, even if you hate me, don't even think about leaving me!"
"Don't even think about... leaving me again!"
At the end of the sentence, the ferocious roar actually contained a bit of choked cry, but the body was asking for it even more crazily.
The blue-black wolf demon pattern on Lin Qingyang's back appeared due to the owner's emotion, but it was covered with traces all over, looking strange and miserable.
Several times he thought he was going to pass out from the endless love affair. He stared blankly at his finger and the shimmering ring on his finger.
It wasn't until the night got darker and the moonlight rose, shining on the messy and broken clothes on the ground, that the storm finally stopped.
Cang Mo lay on his back in a daze, his chest still heaving violently. After venting his anger, his senses, which were overwhelmed by jealousy and anger, finally came back. He looked stunned for a moment, then hurriedly lowered his head to look at the person under him.
Lin Qingyang lay weakly on the couch, her smooth back covered with tragic marks, the tooth marks on her shoulders were still oozing with blood, and her whole body was trembling.
As if she felt that the person on her body was no longer moving, Lin Qingyang moved with some difficulty, turned her head slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "When you're done... get out of here!"
Cang Mo just woke up from a dream, and the anger in his eyes faded instantly. He pushed away in a panic, turned the person over, and hugged him tightly. Lin Qingyang leaned in Cang Mo's arms with some exhaustion and panted. His sweaty hair was stuck to his cheeks, and his lips were bitten and dripping with blood.
"Are you okay? Did I... hurt you?" Cang Mo asked cautiously, with a hint of panic in his voice.
He closed his eyes and ignored Cang Mo's inquiry. In fact, he wanted to curse, but he really had no energy. He felt like he had been beaten and his whole body hurt.
Seeing that he ignored him, Cang Mo didn't dare to say anything more and silently carried him to the bed, then filled him with water and cleaned him up carefully.
Lin Qingyang huddled under the quilt, closing his eyes and feeling groggy. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt a weight on his body. It was the man holding him across the quilt, and then his head was buried in his neck.
Lin Qingyang frowned, wanting him to stop making trouble, but he was too lazy to speak. After a while, he felt a drop of hot liquid fall on his neck. Then the second drop, the third drop...
Lin Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and opened her heavy eyelids with some surprise. Only then did she realize that the man who looked so fierce just now was burying his face in the crook of his neck, his shoulders were twitching, and he was actually... crying.
Lin Qingyang closed her eyes speechlessly. She was tortured like this without crying, but this wolf was wronged first? Is there any justice left?
But looking at the furry silver-white head buried in his chest, the anger in Lin Qingyang's heart disappeared inexplicably. Finally, he sighed quietly, took out his hand with some effort, stroked the silver-white hair, and gently touched his head like he comforted the crying boy many years ago.