I fell in Love With a Cold General {我爱上了一个冷酷的将军}

Chapter 15: There's light on you

He squeezed himself out from his grip but a "soothing" voice whispered on his ear. "So f*ckable... No wonder Zhou Zishu favors and adores you that much..."

Wen Kexing's legs were starting to feel like jelly, and his mind raced, trying to come up with a quick plan. But all he could think of is suicide, suicide and suicide. The pervert slowly took off his outer robes; and they slid down onto the floor. Now Wen Kexing was only protected with his only thin layer of inner robes. He tried to get rid of himself from him, but the grip was too strong. Wen Kexing then held his breath and waited for the inevitable...

The door suddenly flung open, and a panicked-looking Zhou Zishu rushed in, holding a sharp sword in his hand. Wen Kexing couldn't believe his luck! His lips stretched into a strained smile, feeling much more relieved that he was here. Never would he have thought in his whole life that he will be so happy to see him. Bi Xingming finally acknowledged his existence and asked, all while still holding Wen Kexing's slender waist. "Zhou Zishu, what are you doing here?!"

The constant motion of him pulling him tightly made Wen Kexing coughed up a mouthful of darkish red blood. It flowed down slowly from his dry lips. He then looked at Zhou Zishu with his hopeful, glistening eyes. 'Thank the gods that you're actually here...'

"To take what's mine, of course." Zhou Zishu said coldly. "Believe it or not, even if you only touched a strand of his hair, I will make you suffer that you wished you actually died."

"A strand of his hair? Can't you see that I've touched more than that?"

He then took out a small blade from under his sleeves and placed it on Wen Kexing's neck. "If you dare to hurt me even only a little, I will drag him too with me. My subordinates will come any moment soon to check on us; so don't think that you can run away!" They backed a few steps away from Zhou Zishu, and he held the sword tightly on the palm of his right hand. Lowering his eyebrows, he looked concerned. If he got closer to them, then Wen Kexing will be dead. Bi Xingming placed it nearer on his neck as he didn't want to back out, while Wen Kexing shook his head frantically. He tried to open his mouth eventhough it was hard and it felt like thousands of poisonous arrows were being shot at him. "D-don't..."

But Zhou Zishu ignored that and kept going closer and closer to them, until they were trapped in a corner. Bi Xingming said out of fear. "Zhou Zishu, what I said just now is not a threat! You better get out of this place before I-"

But he couldn't finish his words as Wen Kexing scratched his neck against the sharp blade in what seemed like a slow-motion. Blood splattered everywhere on the floor; making the marble flooring all covered with red stains. Bi Xingming was too shocked to digest what was happening right now, and unconsciously pushed Wen Kexing to Zhou Zishu's direction. His head bumped and leaned on his solid chest, and he opened his mouth while fresh red blood were still dripping from his dry lips. He smiled. "Y-you finally ca-came.."

Zhou Zishu could still hardly believe what was happening right now. Wen Kexing was still leaning on his chest right now, and was getting weaker and weaker as his breath started to slow down. Zhou Zishu shook his shoulders and his eyes were starting to get teary. "You are really a f*cking dumba$$!! Why did you have to do that?!!"

"I-I don't know.."

Wen Kexing stretched his little hands slowly and touched his face gently, wiping the pearls away. "T-there's light on y-you..."

His sight was fading away, and his heart was aching. The feeling of probably not going to see him forever again is even more painful than the cuts and wounds on his entire body. Zhou Zishu held his hand with his hand, letting him feel the warmth, while wrapping his other hand on his waist. He knew that Wen Kexing was dying, but he wasn't going to accept reality. "Don't you dare sleep first!! Even if you die, I will drag you from Hell back to my side!"

Wen Kexing gave him a childlish smile; trying to endure the pain. Bi Xingming had escaped from the bedroom's windows, but he didn't care. The only thing he cares about right now is the one standing in front of him, his beloved one. Suddenly, the touch on his cheek was starting to get weaker and weaker, until he couldn't feel it anymore.

And Wen Kexing's hand dropped from his cheek right on that second.