Love's Descent

The blood bead on Qi Chuan's face was drawn into Xie An's mouth. The warm, soft, wet sensation made Qi Chuan feel as if a feather had lightly brushed his heart.
Before, Xie An had also licked him. When she drank his blood, she would always lower her head, obediently sucking the blood from his wound, and he would stroke her head or run his hand down her back.
At that time, he felt joy, like raising a small cat, being licked by its soft tongue on his skin.
Now, he still felt joy, but he could also feel the contact of their two bodies, their hot breaths, and the gradually rising body temperature.
Dry wood blossomed with pear flowers, petals gracefully covering him, icy cold welcoming the spring fragrance.
Was this love?
Just a touch, and all sensations were stirred. Emotions fluctuated with her. Beneath her, he felt hot and weak, and even his inner self shamelessly yearned for more.
Unlike the simple relationship between keeper and kept, love was like a sticky glue, binding two people together.
During their entanglement, it didn't feel sticky, but when they touched and then separated, transparent, taut threads would be pulled. Stickiness bred disgust, yet it was hard to wash away, leaving only a lingering, fragile attachment.
Love should have no distinction of superior or inferior, but the one who loved more would always yearn for more, unknowingly changing, becoming passive and humble, sensitive and vulnerable.
Love had no reason to speak of. The heart, leaping, was solely driven by intense emotions, becoming unlike itself, abandoning self-respect, despising itself, yet unable to break away from the other, only able to depend pathologically on the dominant one.
He loved Xie An, and so he became a member of these sad individuals.
Truly disgusting.
Qi Chuan clenched his fist. The wound, stimulated by his movement, throbbed with pain. His self-respect and instinct struggled to save him, wanting to pull him out of this quagmire called love.
But Xie An would not allow such a thing to happen.
"Are you running away?"
Running away from his feelings for her.
She slipped her hand between Qi Chuan's fingers. The movement was very slight, barely a gentle placement of her hand on the back of his. Qi Chuan's clenched fist immediately loosened, allowing her to intertwine her fingers with his.
Damp blood, after their hands clasped, she could feel the mottled wounds on his skin. Fresh red blood flowed down her fair fingertips, only to be lifted by Xie An to his wrist and licked into her mouth.
"Why do you want to run away?"
This image was exceptionally impactful, bloodiness and beauty intertwined; she was the embodiment of desire.
His heart went numb for a split second. Qi Chuan's breathing hitched, his throat parched. He even wanted to lick their intertwined fingers.
Seeing her familiar desire in his pale gray eyes, Xie An's smile grew sweeter. She touched the tip of Qi Chuan's nose with hers, her dark eyes as clear as water.
"Say you love me, and I'll kiss you."
She was luring him to admit his feelings, like poison wrapped in honey, wanting to doom him forever.
Qi Chuan understood everything. He shouldn't listen to this little devil. He could almost foresee his own miserable and desperate future after admitting it.
He couldn't admit it.
His thick, dark eyelashes trembled slightly. Qi Chuan averted his gaze, not looking at her. Sweat mixed with blood dripped down his forehead. He was like cold jade, wet with water droplets and blood beads.
Just a little more.
Xie An thought to herself.
Although she wasn't in a hurry, she deeply understood the principle of striking while the iron was hot. Having painstakingly stirred Qi Chuan's senses and emotions, she couldn't just let him go like that.
She needed to add another strong dose.
A dark glint flashed in her glass-like pupils. Xie An released Qi Chuan's hand, and the water blade was also thrown at his feet. She had originally knelt on Qi Chuan's lower abdomen, but now she shifted to straddle him.
Qi Chuan was already filled with a fiery heat from her teasing, his body exceptionally craving touch, sensitive to the point of death. Now, with Xie An straddling him, his abdomen tightened, and a groan escaped his throat.
He didn't even have time to look up before he instinctively grabbed Xie An's leg. He had originally intended to push her away, but his palm met a delicate sensation, and he felt as if he was about to burn.
His gaze, which had only just moved away, once again settled on Xie An.
Xie An wore a verdant green dress made of silk. The skirt shifted with her movement as she sat on Qi Chuan, revealing her fair calves and half-covered thighs.
Qi Chuan's hand rested on her thigh, half fabric, half skin. The moment they touched, he unconsciously tightened his fingers. Faint marks appeared on her thigh from his grip. Blood stained that inch of skin, looking incredibly sensual.
Her body was slightly cool, yet it made his palm feel a burning sensation. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xie An pressed his hand down, making him grip tighter.
She blinked lightly, clearly understanding everything, yet still spoke with the most innocent expression.
"What are you afraid of?"
His hand was pulled half an inch upwards by Xie An. Her skirt covered his hand. Qi Chuan could feel his body trembling, every cell screaming for him to take another step.
Another step?
Qi Chuan was a little slow to react. He was like a fish hooked and pulled ashore, gravely wounded, gasping, yearning for the nearby sea, yet being ruthlessly pulled by the angler's cheek, further and further away.
"Must you go to this extent?"
He seemed a little annoyed by Xie An's bold behavior. His large hand gripping her leg tightened further, his hoarse voice containing a hint of indistinct ambiguity.
"Who told you to be a coward?"
Qi Chuan's shirt was more than half undone by Xie An. Sweat glistened under the rippling light, and his beautiful skin patterns became even more alluring to the beholder.
Xie An's fingers traced down his Adam's apple several times, feeling the tension in the person beneath her, a smile playing on her lips.
"Let me see if your mouth is as stubborn as your body."
His fair face was abnormally flushed, his gray eyes like a pool of clear water, blurring Qi Chuan's sharp gaze considerably.
He grabbed Xie An's mischievous hand. His palm was astonishingly hot, his breathing chaotic.
Xie An tilted her head slightly to look at him, uttering words that could infuriate someone to death without compensation.
"Are you even a man?"
Qi Chuan was so angry his teeth itched. Before he could say anything, Xie An's expression showed a hint of boredom, and she tried to pull her hand back.
"If you can't do it, I'll find someone else."
The old pendulum clock in his mind suddenly stopped at this moment. A sinister glint flashed in Qi Chuan's eyes. He grabbed Xie An's wrist, used force, and pinned her beneath him.
"Who else do you want to find?"
"Does it concern you?"
Clearly, she was the one pinned beneath him, yet Xie An showed not the slightest panic, speaking nonchalantly.
"With my current ability, I can capture anyone I fancy to play with. I don't lack you."
When Xie An was malicious, every word she spoke aimed at the opponent's heart, each stab drawing blood.
Qi Chuan looked at her small face babbling away. All his reason was burned away by jealousy. At this moment, he only wanted to shut her hateful mouth.
He lowered his body, about to kiss Xie An, their lips inches apart, but Xie An used her spiritual power to stop him.