Ink Blade Chapter 50 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver
Please, Your Thoughts (part 1)
In a moment, the four of them were looking at each other—
If one wanted to say “Zhang Er can't figure his head”, then undoubtedly, they have now all turned into four dumbfounded figures. (TL: can't figure out the situation or the details)
The wind rose outside the window, causing the leaves of the trees next to the building to rustle. Chu Yan’s face turned pale, he stared at Mo Ren with an earth-shattering expression, stuttering. “You…you…”
What’s going on, why would Ah Ren react like that?
According to Ah Ren’s personality—no, even if it was any ordinary guard, if they were suddenly teased by outsiders as the “master’s wife”, the first reaction should not be to argue about who should take care of whom!
“…” Young Hero Xu and Tower Master Shui looked at each other and found the blind spot: from the reaction, it seemed that only Chu Yan who is not right.
That was to say, if the reaction of the Jiuzhong Palace Master just now was not “You’re talking nonsense!”, there would not be such a panic now…
But if he nodded in agreement, the reactions of Tower Master Shui and Guard Mo would have been completely correct.
But for Mo Ren himself, the master was the most important, and he didn’t care about anything else.
Seeing that Chu Yan’s reaction was wrong, he was stunned for a moment and then knelt down. “…This subordinate misspoke, please forgive this subordinate, Master.”
Chu Yan’s vision went dark, feeling like he was going crazy.
He really didn’t know where he had given himself away. But the palace master had to save face after all, he couldn’t open his mouth to question “how do you know that I have feelings for Ah Ren” in front of Xu and Shui, and he couldn’t argue with them and Mo Ren. In the end, he could only give up on himself and step forward, pulling Mo Ren up. “You follow this Master back first!”
Shui Miao’er was a delicate-minded girl after all, she somewhat understood something and almost laughed out loud. She tugged at Xu Fangchuan’s sleeve and hid to one side, not wanting to touch the moldy head of the palace master.
And Chu Yan simply didn’t have the face to say goodbye, he pulled Mo Ren with his head down, and walked away in two or three steps, his ears were even red.
Mo Ren was pulled by the master’s arm, he followed behind in a daze, walking quickly, and finally couldn’t help but call out. “Master.”
As soon as he stepped out of the door, there were some dark clouds in the sky, and the air in Changqing Small City was humid, as if it was going to rain. Chu Yan didn’t care about the pedestrians around him speeding up their pace, he just walked towards a quiet and secluded place.
The two of them walked into a deserted narrow alley. Chu Yan pushed Mo Ren in, his palm against the guard’s shoulder, gritting his teeth and saying, “What did you just say to Shui Miao’er, how can you talk nonsense like that, hmm?”
He leaned so close in his anger that he could see Mo Ren’s eyelashes trembling slightly, and his breathing was also disordered.
“..…”
Mo Ren closed his eyes and said nothing, his pale lips pressed tightly together.
Chu Yan took a deep breath, his gaze deeply fixed on him, his tone softened a bit. “The matters of the bed? Do you…do you know what it means, daring to say it?”
Unexpectedly, Mo Ren raised his eyebrows and actually looked at him, softly saying, “Ah Ren knows.”
Chu Yan was choked by him, didn’t expect Mo Ren to speak so shockingly, and calmly added, “If the Master likes, Ah Ren is willing to serve the Master with his body.”
With just this sentence, Chu Yan felt his blood rushing hotly to his head, making him dizzy.
He closed his eyes, suppressed his breathing, and whispered, “You, what do you know…”
At this moment, the feelings that had been suppressed for many days grew wildly like vines that had long been drenched in dew, filling the throbbing heart in his chest.
Chu Yan gritted his teeth and forced himself to recall those blurred memories of the past, thinking about the heavy punishments that had fallen on Mo Ren time and time again, thinking about the dirty and broken side hall with flying insects, thinking about the last snowfall on the cold and weak body…
He made these bits of broken memories into bloody knives, stabbing them into his own heart, ruthlessly digging out the soft feelings and cutting them off with flesh and blood.
He can’t be so selfish, he can’t, he can’t… He can’t drag Ah Ren into the mud again…
But—
But Mo Ren’s voice was like a falling leaf, gently falling in his ear. “Master.”
Chu Yan opened his eyes, he saw the person close at hand also looking at him.
Mo Ren’s eyes were like a clear pool of water, with broken ice floating in it, and the broken ice refracting light. The emotions in there were too clear, seven parts worry and three parts confusion, making people see clearly and cleanly.
The guard slightly raised his head, his eyes reflecting the figure of the palace master, he hesitated to put his finger on the corner of Chu Yan’s sleeve, and asked softly, “Why is the Master…sad?”"
He approached Chu Yan cautiously, even daring to touch the back of his hand with his own fingers, a gesture that went against the norms.
He had noticed that recently, the palace master seemed to genuinely enjoy being close to him, engaging in such intimate actions.
Normally, he wouldn't dare to offend in such a way, but this was an exception... because he could feel that the palace master was truly upset.
Chu Yan's ears rang, as if seeing a spectacular sight, with the Milky Way hanging upside down.
He firmly grasped Mo Ren's hand with his back hand, as if holding onto a lifeline. It was as if a fire had been ignited in his heart, burning fiercely and brightly.
In the blink of an eye, his mind was lost, whether it was the broken love ties or the dark old memories he used to sever them, they were all burned to ashes by this fire.
All that was left was the person in his arms and the warmth of his touch, which had fearlessly sustained him through two lifetimes.
There was no one in the alley, only two small sparrows fluttering in the distance. Chu Yan pressed Mo Ren against the wall, then quickly brushed his thumb against the guard's lower lip before passionately kissing him.
".....!"
Mo Ren's pupils contracted, but he offered no resistance, instead closing his eyes and parting his lips.
The clouds overhead gathered more and more, transforming the clear blue sky and white clouds of half an hour ago into a dark and windy expanse.
Chu Yan's kiss was almost like a release of pent-up emotions, with scorching breath intertwined with fervent passion, devoid of any tenderness. His hand also firmly caressed the guard's sensitive waist.
...As if desperately showcasing his own roughness and cruelty.
"Master..." Mo Ren, lacking experience, could only awkwardly comply with his master's wild antics, "...Mm..."
He was like a small boat tossed in the waves of desire, in a daze, seeing nothing but a hazy mist, unable to produce anything other than a few choked sounds in his throat. Before long, his breathing became erratic, yet he still showed no sign of resistance.
