If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Chapter 413: The Delicate Young Lady Bullies the Sullen Villain (16)

Big drops of tears fell on Song Chuyi's face without warning, making him a little confused.

He had obviously bullied him many times, so why did he suddenly burst into tears this time?

Song Chuyi blinked lightly, raised his hand to brush away the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised his head and kissed the end of his eyes.

Liu Wenshan's long eyelashes were wet, but he looked at him so stubbornly.

The voice was extremely hoarse, with a crying sound.

"I do not have."

He was so scared, afraid that he could see through the greed and malice boiling under this boring and dull skin.

I was afraid that his unspeakable evil thoughts would scare him away.

So when Song Chuyi said "deliberately torturing and bullying him", panic surged up at this moment, surrounded him and swept through his entire body.

He couldn't control his body anymore.

The tears falling on Song Chuyi's face were proof.

Liu Wenshan closed his eyes in pain, but then slowly opened them because of some obsession in his heart.

"I didn't torture or bully you on purpose."

His voice was so hoarse that he could barely form complete sentences.

He just couldn't control the evil thoughts that wanted to turn him completely into his own, wanting to merge with him, whether it was body or soul.

That's not normal.

It's as if his birth is the absurdity of this world, the impossible existence of this world.

Those evil thoughts followed him like a shadow, like a thorn in his flesh, firmly stuck in the depths of his heart.

He didn't dare to reveal anything, but Ah Chu was so perceptive that he would notice if there was even a hint of haze in his eyes.

He should have known better.

It should have been clear that this kind of light would not stay forever, it would only fall on him briefly, and then leave at the right time like the heavy snow in the sky.

He was too delusional.

Delusion of getting a curtain of light.

Liu Wenshan slowly stood up and released his hold on Song Chuyi's big hand.

He sat blankly on the snow beside him, tears rolling down his face and hitting the snow.

The hot tears melted the cold snow, and the heavy snow in the sky seemed to have stopped at this moment.

No, it should be said that time and space stopped at this moment.

Song Chuyi looked up at the sky and a snowflake landed on his fingertips.

It was still there, even the instinct to melt had been lost.

Song Chu looked at Liu Wenshan again and again, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Liu Wenshan pursed his lips.

"Will Ah Chu hate me?"

It was rare for him to ask such a humble question. This kind of question that put himself in a low position seemed to bury his dignity.

But he doesn't care about his dignity.

He just wanted to know if he would hate himself.

Song Chuyi shook his head gently.

"I won't hate you."

Perhaps he felt that this was not enough, so he added:

"Actually, I used to hate you."

He took his hand.

Liu Wenshan's hands were cold, the kind of coldness that radiated from his bones.

He held his big hands in both hands and passed his warmth to Liu Wenshan.

"You always put me to sleep."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But Liu Wenshan still heard it.

Song Chuyi lowered his eyes and did not look at Liu Wenshan.

He just looked at his big hands and murmured, "But I can't sleep."

"It's against my nature to sleep."

He is just a coffee tree, how could he have such strong willpower to fight against his own nature?

He has always acted willfully, and it would be strange not to hate him when he meets someone who lets him sleep every day.

"But I don't hate you now."

When Song Chuyi said this, he finally raised his head and looked at Liu Wenshan.

There seemed to be a smile in his eyes and his eyebrows were curved.

"Now I like you."

"You know what you like?"

He tilted his head and his smile widened.

"That's the kind of thing where I want to be with you all the time."

"Even if your technique is bad and it hurts me, I still want the kind of love that I get from being with you."

Liu Wenshan was stunned.

At this time, Ah Chu still likes to joke.

Song Chuyi took his big hand and gently placed her lips on his fingertips.

"The skin is the carrier of the soul, and my soul will be with you."

Liu Wenshan blinked slowly, very slowly.

He seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

But this stagnant space began to flow again.

The snowflakes fell slowly, falling on his shoulders, on his long eyelashes, and on the eyes that looked at him.

"I am despicable, dark, shameless, possessive and paranoid, and not a good person."

He finally revealed his darkness to him.

"I knew about the misunderstanding between Hong Qi and Liu Lie, but I never opened my mouth to mediate it."

"I know that you are not the real Song Chuyi, and I have not opened my mouth to explain to the emperor."

"I am selfish and greedy. I want to possess you, to trap you by my side, so that you can never leave."

Song Chuyi turned his head to look at him and chuckled.

"I know."

"The matter between the Emperor and your father, even if you open your mouth to adjust it, it won't change much."

"Everyone has their own path to take, and the misunderstanding between them is not caused by you."

He put his hands behind his back and stretched.

"You are right not to explain to the Emperor that I am not the real son of the Prime Minister."

"Even if the emperor has experienced something different, it doesn't mean he can accommodate a different me."

"Maybe he will even wonder if I came from that paradise."

Maybe he felt that this position was uncomfortable, so Song Chuyi simply lay down.

He put his hands behind his head, watching the snowflakes falling one by one, as if he recalled something, and laughed out loud.

"It's good that you are selfish and greedy."

A shadow suddenly fell over him.

Liu Wenshan suddenly leaned forward.

"Achu, who are you looking at through me?"

Song Chuyi put one hand around his neck.

"look at you."

He smiled, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Hey, Liu Wenshan, do you believe there is a god in this world?"

Liu Wenshan lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.

“I just believe there is light in this world.”

And now, the light is in his arms.

Song Chuyi put his arms around his neck and responded.

Amidst the heavy snow in the sky, pictures passed quickly.

That was supposed to be Liu Wenshan's life.

The Son of God descended from the sky, but his terrifying genius aroused Liu Lie's suspicion and fear.

Hong Qi took him away and hid him in a mountain stronghold that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

But the stronghold was eventually attacked, and Liu Wenshan embarked on the road of revenge.

The blood-red blood seemed to dye the white snowflakes red.

The images that flashed by so quickly made it impossible to see the faces of the people.

This was supposed to be Liu Wenshan's life.

But the villains in the previous world stayed too long, causing the established trajectory of this world to deviate.

The main soul has not returned to its place, and the remaining remnant soul is dull and gloomy, and the genius has not been revealed.

It wasn't until the Lord's spirit returned and Song Chuyi came to this world that Liu Wenshan's world could see the light.

It is no longer dark here, but has color.

Because light shines on this world and reflects different colors.

Song Chuyi watched those pictures flash by and hooked Liu Wenshan's long hair.

After circling it around his fingertips, he smiled even more openly.

"Fool."