Ink Blade

Fear of Affection (part 1)

"... Ah Ren."

Chu Yan looked at the guard's pale side face and felt a bit stressed. He knew that Mo Ren still couldn't accept it for a while, but he didn't want to make him entangled anymore, so he smiled lightly and said, "Look ahead, we've arrived."

Mo Ren was distracted by Chu Yan's words just now, and at this moment he followed the words of his master and looked up in a daze. He saw an inn standing on the road in front of him, and red lanterns hanging high and flags fluttering in the distance could be seen.

The inn was spacious and grand, looking from the door to the inside, it was also very clean and bright, which was completely different from the small inn on the small road that day.

"Go." Chu Yan stood outside the inn, glanced at Mo Ren, and walked in first with a flick of his sleeves.

Mo Ren watched Chu Yan walk into the inn alone, lowered his head expressionlessly, but suddenly felt an unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

...The countless threads between him and Chu Yan couldn't be clarified or explained in a short time.

But the Master just said such words...

"Big...Big brother, you and...eh..." Ying Yu hesitated to speak, with a look of embarrassment on his immature face.

Mo Ren shook his head silently, and Ying Feng and Ying Yu's astonished gaze left him on tenterhooks.

With an indifferent face, he walked inside without saying a word. The hand that Chu Yan held just now, unconsciously clenched into a fist.

The Master's meaning to him...he still didn't quite understand. But there can be no further hesitation, faced with a formidable foe, no matter how confused he was, he had to straighten things out.

It's not that he doesn't know that the Master cherishes him in this life, but he is a sword used to kill, how can he be pampered and protected by the Master like this?

Looking at Mo Ren's cold back, Ying Feng sighed, and patted Ying Yu's shoulder. "Forget what you heard just now, it's not something you should care about, don't forget about it."

Ying Feng had already made all the arrangements in advance in the inn, so there was nothing else to be done. When Mo Ren knocked on Chu Yan's door at night, he saw his palace master sitting under a lamp, with a pot of tea and two small cups on the table and had obviously been waiting for him for a long time.

Seeing him coming in, Chu Yan tapped the opposite side of the table with his jade fingertips, then lifted the teapot, and slowly poured clear tea into the two cups.

"...This Master knew you were coming, say, you aren’t feeling at ease, right?" The palace master chuckled, "Sit down.”

After a pause, he muttered to himself, "Alas….Actually may as well explain clearly. If to really wait for you to enlighten yourself, this Master doesn't know if he can wait for the rest of his life."

Mo Ren didn't sit down.

Although in his mind, sitting and drinking with his master like this would simply be the most beautiful dream that could not be compared–but he just knelt down in front of Chu Yan slowly and firmly.

"...Is this your answer? So...you are unwilling."

The shadows cast by the lamps and candles flickered on the wall, Chu Yan lowered his head and looked at Ah Ren kneeling at his own feet. His voice was low and hoarse, and the fingertips holding the tea cup turned faintly blue, "This Master’s meaning, do you really understand?"

Mo Ren shook his head, dejectedly lowered his eyelids, and said, "This subordinate really doesn't understand...Since rebirth, the Master has been too kind to this subordinate, and this subordinate is very…..afraid."

"Afraid?" Chu Yan's heart suddenly jumped, and he subconsciously softened his voice, as if he was afraid of scaring the person in front of him, "Get up first...you said, you’re afraid of this Master treating you well?"

But he didn't know that this tenderness made Mo Ren's heart more bitter. He stood up, but he didn't dare to look at Chu Yan, and replied, "...Yes. Between master and servant, there should be a distinction between superior and subordinate, and the Master has taken too much care of this subordinate. Mo Ren is terrified."

He gritted his teeth secretly, and unconsciously expressed a bewildered plea in his usually calm tone, "Master…..please treat Ah Ren as you did when we first met. At that time, this subordinate…..was the most warm and at ease. "

Chu Yan twitched his eyebrows, stood up from his chair, and walked to Mo Ren, "Master and servant? Superior and subordinate?" He recited, "Even now, you still think that this Master only treats you as an ordinary subordinate? Huh?"

As Chu Yan said this, he just wanted to hold Mo Ren's hand like he did these days, and wrap him in his arms to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, the latter suddenly knelt down again. He only saw Mo Ren's face hidden under the naturally hanging black hair, and his expression was difficult to discern.

"Master, this subordinate is treacherous, and it is none other than for his own scheme!"

The sword-like bodyguard in black kowtowed vigorously to him, "Master is reminiscing about the previous life’s former friendship, and pities this subordinate...this subordinate is aware. But no matter how deep the former friendship is, there will always be a day when it will be squandered."

Chu Yan's outstretched fingers froze in mid air, and his expression suddenly froze for a moment.

Former friendship?

No, Mo Ren said this just to save his face. What former friendship, the meaning of these words, is clearly...nothing else but guilt.

It turns out that Ah Ren still believes that he wants to treat him well because of guilt.

Chu Yan forced himself to laugh and said, "You...alas! Why are you making blind and disorderly conjectures, you get up first." But his heart was already empty.

As if to cover up, he changed hands to hold the teacup. But his fingers trembled so much that he almost spilled the tea.

Mo Ren was indifferent, and his tone was still indifferent. "Master…..Mo Ren was born in the blood-stained place of the Dark Hall and is aware he did not have a delicate body worthy of being pampered, nor have that fate either."

"If the Master is like a cloud in the sky, then this subordinate is just a blade in the bloody mud. If this subordinate continues to utilize the grace of the Master at present, be insatiably greedy, be haughty because of one's master's love and indulgence, one day, it will make the Master be fed up, be kept at a distance, or be forsaken……At that time, when that really happen, Mo Ren really doesn't know how to deal with it."

Every single word, was said calmly.