Chapter 275 - 275 273 Once There Was a Poor Child

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275: Chapter 273: Once There Was a Poor Child 275: Chapter 273: Once There Was a Poor Child Her youth had seen her turn her back on the myriad people outside the palace, including her father and brother, as she faced the gaunt silhouette that never held or soothed her. It was the first and last time she bore an unmovable pain and solitude in her heart. Throughout it all, Fang Geyu was never quite clear on what it felt like to be a daughter. Even an abandoned creature long left in the cold, its body frozen stiff, would long to return home to be held by its mother. Back then, she did have a mother, yet she lived in lonely destitution, silently dwelling in a chill, forgotten corner, unknown to all. She had once bared her bloodied, frostbitten feet to everyone inside and outside the palace, and she screamed with all her might, “Whether it’s cold iron or not, real or not, I too hope for someone to hold me, to hide me deep in their heart where no one can see! Even though no one wished for my birth in this world, I… I want you to comfort me.” That was her first true act of whimsy. Later, her mother left… Without looking back. She lived in the sunlight that everyone admired, becoming the most revered and untouchable person in Shifang City. She became the cherished one in the hearts of countless elders who had expectations for her. Later on, she also became recognized as the most capricious and difficult-to-serve young miss of the Immortal Sect. She was no longer weak; the arrogance and hurtful barbs became her most useful umbrella of protection. In times of disappointment, no one wished to give her a second glance. In times of glory, she was all edge and nobody dared approach, fearing they might get hurt. From beginning to end, whether alone in obscurity or adorned in honor. In darkness, in light, she was always alone, gazing at shadows, looking up to the blazing fire. The shadows were too dark, the fire too fierce; she was always conspicuous. But this little corpse demon who bullied her so ruthlessly said he wanted to hide her in his cold heart so no one could see… Her empty heart held nothing, yet now it seemed as if it was constricted by a resilient gaze, tight enough to be slightly painful. Her fingers suddenly tightened on Baili An’s chest, Fang Geyu’s expression dazed, her thoughts in disarray. He saw… Her past. Unlike Baili An’s memories, which were like a dream shrouded in a layer of sand. Fang Geyu had not forgotten the past; those vivid memories, long-buried sentiments, were not only etched in her memory. Now, he had peered into them. Fang Geyu experienced an indescribable embarrassment. Like a fish gutted open, its shiny scales peeled back. Telling herself that the ugly scars crisscrossing her skin hadn’t vanished in the least bit. Instead, with time, they had taken root, grown into her flesh and bones, forming a layer thick as grime. And all she could do was lie there as if on the brink of death, allowing passersby to glance sideways with morbid curiosity. But he didn’t stare, nor did he show a mocking gaze, instead he stopped before her, weaving her into his heart, generously offering an embrace, coaxing her with his words: “Hide here, no one will see you.” Utter chaos and absurdity. Everyone says that Fang Geyu of Shifang City is proud and as solitary as a peacock, as free and unbound as a big fish in the sea. She’s the darling of an Immortal family, born with Immortal Blood, unlike the myriad cultivators who trod the bitter and cold paths of the mortal world on their own. Her path to immortality was nothing but a smooth and ordinary road beneath her feet, also receiving the Empress’s favor. Everyone unanimously agreed that she was born with the capital to be capricious and unrestrained. And as it turns out, her behavior over the years was indeed outrageously beyond everyone’s imaginations. But who knows that her only act of whimsy in this life was that meaningless clenching of teeth, filled with grievance, like an ant shaking a tree, depleting all her futile strength. The price of her caprice also shattered her heart, leaving her to live in remorse so painful she wished to die. She still remembers, in the years that palace fell, that silhouette she could never grow close to, before leaping down from that towering city spire reaching into the clouds, had turned to glance at her for a moment. She had forgotten what that woman’s expression was like at that time. Within those mottled memories, there was only the silver-blue tower, snow waves as high as curtains of heaven, obscuring her vision and extinguishing that distant figure. The night was silent; nightmarish shadows lingered in her heart. In an instant, Fang Geyu awoke from her memories, her hand on his chest now embracing his neck in a posture of intimate closeness and without any guard. And even more preposterous and unbearable was that her legs, which initially fought and kicked in resistance, were now unknowingly wrapped around the waist of the young, lean, and tensed boy. The air was quiet for a long while, and Fang Geyu felt her cheeks growing hotter and hotter. Embarrassed, she bit her lip, her heart in chaos, nearly crushed by the weight of shame. She was unexpectedly proactive in the face of his bullying. But to her surprise, she clearly felt the potential energy in him. Yet Baili An had no intentions towards her at that moment, his gaze intense and unsettling, his chest rising and falling heavily. He suddenly bent down, seizing the lip she bit. Her rouge smeared and faded as he pulled at her lower lip, tinging his pale, bloodless lips with layers of dark color. Fang Geyu was stunned for a moment, and then her cheeks burned with ferocious heat. An inexplicable fear tensed her body. Up close, Fang Geyu could hear his teeth chatter when tension reached an extreme. “Fang Geyu…” He called softly, a call void of rationality, she didn’t understand why he was still so tensely wound. She only felt him brush her cheek lightly, changing direction as he kissed her delicate ear. The girl’s earlobe was nearly transparent, so tender and white, like porcelain with a tiny cinnabar mole kissed even redder by his lips. Her earlobes grew increasingly red, her hands braced against his heaving chest, turning aside her charming, flushed face. Gradually, a low moan escaped, her soft whimpering intermittent as his teeth clenched tighter. The heat of his breath spilled over the edge of her ear, and in the haze, she seemed to hear him calling her name over and over. She bit gently into his shoulder, the mark left was very light. A newborn kitten couldn’t bite marks any shallower. She whimpered, her voice clearly soft, yet she threatened with ferocity, “Si Chen, if you dare ruin me today, I will…” What would she do to him? Flay him, fry him in oil? Or skin and break his legs, chop him up and feed him to dogs? After hesitating, she glared at him fiercely, saying, “I will lock you up!” The motion of biting his ear suddenly stopped. Fang Geyu couldn’t help but clutch a strand of his hair that fell on his chest, feeling as if her heart was squeezed tight, a sense of irritation and disarray rising within. Had she spoken too harshly and frightened him? After a brief pause, he bit her ear again, taking a deep breath, and admitted with force, “I want.” Her earlobe burned from his bite; she didn’t understand why the boy played with just one ear for so long. Males often preferred a woman’s waist, legs, chest, or such. Yet he oddly cherished this simple and unsullied pleasure. Fang Geyu asked knowingly, “Want? What do you want?” As if trying to prove his longing, Baili An’s throat rolled with a sound, giving off a sense of unruly pestering. “I want.” “You.” “Mine.” “I’ll hide well.” Fang Geyu’s body weakened with the hot sound of his voice, his direct answers overwhelming her. She had always detested the advances of men, and on any ordinary day, even subtle attempts at closeness would result in her harsh retaliation, swept away like flies or broken like dog legs. Not to mention such blatant, audacious words. But why did she feel a sliver of pride and secret joy at being so fiercely desired and needed? She lowered her voice, her face redder than before, her lips bitten as if a poor child who had saved a little secret money suddenly decided to spend all of it on something very expensive. The fierce young girl whispered into his ear, “Si Chen, let me take care of you for a lifetime, will you?”

Chapter 275 - 275 273 Once There Was a Poor Child

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