Ambiguity

But when he thought of this past year, during which his soul had been entangled by evil thoughts and stained with a dark malice, the peace in his heart was replaced by an nameless dread.

Every night, countless terrifying voices would tempt him, instigating him to kill Xue, to kill Yu Beixing, and to kill his teachers. He struggled in agony amidst the whispers of the demon. If not for the camellia flower he had stolen from the cathedral, which could absorb a portion of the evil thoughts in his soul, he would have probably fallen into a demon long ago.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable wave of burning heat. The blood in his chest surged, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The blood stained the camellia flower in his hand, instantly turning the pure white flower into an ambiguous, blood-red color.

The burning, stinging sensation grew even more intense. In a sudden panic, he threw down the flower and rushed toward his room. He felt incredibly hot; his clothes felt like a heavy burden. He wanted to strip them all off, but he forced himself to suppress this desire. The wind blowing against his face was extremely unsettling. He bit his lip hard, wanting to use pain to alleviate the dry heat in his body.

Quickly running back to his room, he slammed the door shut. He opened the wardrobe, his hands cupping the camellia flower. As the dry heat swept over him like a tide, he bit his lip so hard it bled. The blood dripped onto the flower, making it look seductive and beautiful.

This time, the holy camellia flower did not absorb the evil thoughts within him. Stained with a charming pink hue, it seemed to fall into the burning abyss along with him. The scorching miasma struck again. Unable to bear it any longer, he stripped off his clothes, revealing his fair skin.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he collapsed onto the floor, the flower slipping from his hand. He stared at the flower not far away, enduring the torment of his body.

Suddenly, a red snake slithered over the red camellia flower. Flicking its bright red tongue, it immediately lunged toward him. When it reached his side, it actually transformed into a human form, with a face identical to Xue's, except for its blood-red eyes.

Angel asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

The snake-turned-human gently kissed his rosy lips and flushed cheeks before saying, "You gave me a name. I am Hua Jian."

Angel had completely lost his strength. He could barely understand the man's words. He barked angrily, "Get lost! Don't touch me!"

Yet Hua Jian continued to kiss his lips, his hands wreaking havoc on his body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. His soul seemed to have completely surrendered to the tenderness Hua Jian brought. He wanted to resist, but found himself utterly powerless.

Hua Jian raised his hand, and the camellia flower flew over. He placed the flower against Angel's lips. The pure white camellia was now dyed red. Angel held the flower in his mouth, his eyes hazy, looking incomparably beautiful. Hua Jian looked at Angel, his eyes filled with infatuation.

Angel clenched his fists tightly. The burning heat in his body made him almost lose his mind, craving to be violated, to be possessed. The moment this thought appeared, it made him feel sinful. He finally understood that he had fallen into a kind of evil thought—lust.

The man's embrace was incredibly warm and familiar. Although his face was identical to Xue's, the man possessed an unusually arrogant aura that was completely different. The rose-like scent on the man was like a succubus's temptation. No matter he struggled, he could only lose his mind and enter the whirlpool of desire.

He slowly closed his eyes. Hua Jian held him tightly, kissing his shoulders, neck, and collarbone, acting wantonly. The red camellia flower fell to the floor, its petals covered in a seductive charm, emitting an ambiguous signal.