The Lover's Prattle

Demon Scum//3.2

Qingruo had almost fully recovered when Lin Zhao had finished taming his body again. She had pulled out countless sacred healing pills from her Qiankun bag. The place they were currently in was dark, and it was difficult to tell whether it was day or night. She arranged night pearls of different sizes in every corner to help brighten the room. In one of the corners, there was an exquisite but quaint bed.

Neither Qingruo nor Lin Zhao needed to sleep, but her excuse was that she was not feeling well thus requiring a bed. After all, without a bed, how could it feel like a home? Qingruo also added tables, chairs, benches, and some cabinets filled with spiritual fruits, crystals, and decorations.

Lin Zhao said that the matter of her not cultivating was okay, but she thought that he shouldn't even have a say on this matter. Since he didn't even have to look at his opponents to scare them off. He began the process of taming his body again, but this time he laid on the bed. Qingruo had seen him tame his body three times, but this was the first time that he was doing it cross-legged.

Two to three hours later, Lin Zhao was done. His clothes were wet and dripping, his silver hair laid in disarray, with strands stuck to his forehead and mixing with sweat. Lin Zhao's pointed ears curled in an arc, and his face was ghostly white. His blood was splattered on the bed. Since he was taming his body, both his knees were bloody with cuts, mangled with a combination of flesh, bone and blood.

However, from beginning to end, Lin Zhao did not make a single sound. Qingruo sat opposite to him at the corner of the bed looking at him with her eyes wide open. She is looking without speaking or disturbing him. Lin Zhao's perfect sculpture-like face showed a scar that ran through his face. Now, his scar has turned black. It's as black as crickets.

Lin Zhao opened his eyes, at first glance, he saw Qingruo looking at him quietly. At second glance, he saw tears falling down her face like water. Silently, she moved gently to his side while holding all sorts of medicines in her hand. She tried feeding them to him, but some sprinkled on his knees because of her shaking hands. Tears fell onto Lin Zhao's knees, and her healing qi made it inside his body.

Lin Zhao smiled. Qingruo, with one hand on his chest healing him and one hand wiping her tears away, said fiercely, "You're still laughing? Stop laughing!"

"Okay," he replied, but he still continued to laugh. She reached out and hit him. To outsiders, the hit seemed to be very heavy-handed, but to Lin Zhao, it was nothing more than a light fluttering. He stretched out and pulled her into his arms. Qingruo lowered her head to treat the rest of his body, which was covered in bloody wounds. The two were soon enough stained with his blood.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go! Let me treat you first!" she squeaked sharply; her voice was husky after crying and acted like a cat whose tail got stepped on. She didn't dare struggle in fear of exacerbating his wounds.

"No." Lin Zhao could not stop smiling. He willfully moved his wounded legs and dragged a certain someone closer into his arms. Bowing his head to kiss her, he could see his own reflection in her shining wide eyes.

Ugly scars, pointed ears, and red eyes: the original appearance of demons. The good looking appearances are nothing but cover-ups. Lin Zhao's face stopped halfway in the air. Qingruo grabbed his neck, straightened her back, and took the initiative to press against his lips. His lips also had scars, and as she licked them, she could feel the bumps. Her tears slid down into their kiss.

Qingruo sat up and turned to continue healing Lin Zhao's knees. He raised his to touch the scar on his lips, his face wet. He stuck his tongue out to lick them, and he felt the saltiness of the tears. This time, his injuries were deep enough that one could clearly see the bone, and the bed was completely covered in the fishy smell of blood. Lin Zhao rested his head on QIngruo's shoulder and shook his head back and forth. He said in a soft voice, "Qingruo, lighter please, it hurts."

"Okay," she replied softly.

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Qingruo, gentler, please.

Your tears trickle down;

My heart hurts.

-- [Black Box]