When Hatred Becomes Compulsory

Chapter 3

  A cold voice rang behind Yu Sifeng, and a chill went down his spine.

"I actually thought you were going to die, but it seems the heavens really like you. How about a bet?"

  Yu Sifeng looked up, and saw the ever so cold, and handsome face of the god-damned emperor of a human.

His face was cold, and distant, yet it was alluring, and calling. Whispering to you like the whistling palms.

  Yu Sifeng gulped, and tried to maintain his posture when a sharp pain hit him in the head.

He lay motionless, and the already pissed emperor was on the verge of popping. He looked closely at the motionless body that although still alive, resembled a corpse.

  His skin was white like snow. I mean white, pale, colorless.

His face held no color, and his black eyes darted from place to place until they stood still. If one looked at him, one would think he was staring at the wall.

But, if one looked much closer, one would see that he wasn't really stating at anything.

The emperor wanted to see what tricks his most hated consort had under his pair of mischievous sleeves.

  Sifeng's face suddenly regained its color, and he could move his body.
Gradually, and with so much effort, he managed to sit up.

  The situation that happened earlier was due to the sudden transfer of the original owner's memories.

  He realized the situation at hand, and decided to play it cool. He looked up at the emperor, and managed to lower his head as if bowing.

His hair covered the smug look an his face as he bent his head. When he raised it, the emperor had a slight look if confusion written on his face.

But, as quickly as it came, it disappeared. Yu Sifeng sat in bed, and didn't move a muscle.

It's not like he was afraid of the emperor that was currently looking at him, as if to dig a hole in his body.

  He was drafting out his course of actions, and didn't want to act rationally.

He raised his head again, and met the emperor's unwavering gaze, but this time, his face wasn't clear of emotion.

  There was incomprehensible anger, and hatred written on his face, and his eyes looked much colder than usual.

  His hands clenched tightly under the blanket, and his face had visible black lines.

"Your Majesty...."

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