Ink Blade

Fear of Affection (part 2)

Chu Yan couldn't help but lose his composure, thinking to himself...how sharp and clear, this is the sharp blade he was once proud of.

The teacup trembled and shook between his tense fingers, emitting a crushed whine.

A bean of candlelight fell on the small cup of tea, and the full light shook along with the tea.

Mo Ren calmly said, "Actually, the Master doesn't need to worry too much. The various things in the previous life, half of it was because of Bai Hua’s scheme, and half was this subordinate's own fault. The Master also mentioned that this subordinate is inferior, ignorant of current affairs... always provoking the Master to be annoyed."

The night wind disturbed the branches at the window. Someone was taking the night shift outside the inn, and the sound of clappers sounded again and again.

"Master should never be sorry to this subordinate," he said in such a calm voice, concluding his tragic death in his previous life, "Not to mention, Mo Ren belongs to the Master, and it should also be disposed of according to the Master. "

"The Master doesn't need to feel that he owes this subordinate. If the Master suspects that this subordinate is keeping unpleasant or worrying things in mind, Mo Ren can be punished to show his aspirations, or perhaps the punishment with medicine....."

Ka-cha!!

The porcelain teacup was crushed between the fingers, and fell with a clattering sound from between the fingers, accompanied by a few drops of blood splashing all over the ground.

Chu Yan stood there, his chest heaving with his panting and his right hand was trembling and bleeding silently.

"—Master!!" Mo Ren raised his head in horror, and almost rushed over to hold Chu Yan's right hand, "This subordinate is talking nonsense, Master, calm down!"

But Chu Yan swung him away abruptly, grabbed Mo Ren's chin with his backhand, and forced him to raise his head, "You always think this way in your heart?"

"In the past few days……you have followed this Master..."

The blood ran down the back of the veined hand, Chu Yan's teeth trembled, and he said with difficulty, "This Master thought you had more or less believed in this Master's kind feelings for you, but it turns out that…..it’s just a matter of enduring fear to accommodate this Master?"

Mo Ren's lips were also trembling, too close, he could see the dark fire that was about to burn through his master's eyes... He didn't dare to say a word.

He dared not speak. He thought that Chu Yan's kindness to him was just a novelty for a few days, and it would return to normal after the guilt in his heart was relieved.

But now, his master’s actions only made him more and more frightened, without any sign of subsiding.

He couldn't wait any longer, and let his master continue to act recklessly, and it’s not difficult to say that maybe one day even half of the Jiuzhong Palace would be allocated to him.

Furthermore, a great enemy was approaching, and as Chu Yan's sharp blade, he always had to take risks to meet the enemy...

... How can I ask the Master to hold me in his arms again.

Mo Ren lowered his eyes and said nothing, Chu Yan took a deep breath and said, "What exactly to do to let you be willing—"

How to let you be willing to let me treat you better?

This sentence was stuck in his throat, but he swallowed it back bitterly, followed by a burst of exhaustion that spread all over his body.

Chu Yan raised Mo Ren's face vigorously, forced him to look at him, and growled, "Don't you understand? This Master can give you anything, as long as you say so, as long as you are happy...but you...what do you really want? Talk?"

Mo Ren silently opened his eyes sideways, but still did not speak.

Chu Yan felt that he was going crazy.

Ah Ren was always like this, seemingly obedient, but actually very stubborn. If he set his mind on something, he would refuse to listen to persuasion, let alone explanation and saying nothing was a silent resistance. He had always been cruel to the enemy, and even more cruel to himself...

For such a person, as long as Mo Ren did not believe it himself, others wouldn’t be able to do anything about him, nothing could be done.

How on earth can he……..make Ah Ren believe in him!

Suddenly, Chu Yan let go of Mo Ren, took a step back and stared at him coldly for a while, then put on a sneering smile without warning, but his voice was trembling slightly, "Good...good, this Master understands now. You would rather be a thoughtless, senseless, dirty and lowly tool than to come to this Master's side and let be warmed by this Master, right?"

When Chu Yan said these words, his heart was trembling with pain, then thought to himself, if Mo Ren even had the slightest panic to veto, he would immediately gather the person over, comfort him carefully, and retract his words.

But what Mo Ren responded to him was a soft "yes", with the customary calm and decisive attitude.

With a “ka-cha”, the Nanmu table in Chu Yan's hand had been uncontrollably crushed by him!

All of a sudden, frustration, anger, unwillingness and regret rushed to his mind. He was already a proud and fierce person, but now he couldn't suppress it anymore, his face sank, and he blurted out cruel words, "This Master doesn't understand, how can there be someone like you? Giving you a good face yet you don't want it, but you always like to think of yourself so lowly!?"

With a flick of his sleeves, all the teapots and cups on the table were swept off, crackling and shattering on the ground.

Mo Ren's drooping eyelashes moved slightly. Compared to Chu Yan, who was no longer able to control himself, the guard seemed to be much calmer. He just took a few steps on his knees and picked up the few pieces that were close to Chu Yan with his hands.

Chu Yan still panted to calm down his anger. Mo Ren silently picked up the pieces, and suddenly sighed softly and spit out a sentence, "...the good things that the Master said to Mo Ren...he has also heard them being said by you to Bai Hua in the previous life."

With just this one sentence, Chu Yan's complexion turned pale as paper!