Marked the Protagonist A (Translated)

Chapter 70: "Dear, let us embrace our descent"

Chapter 70: "Dear, let us embrace our descent"

The threat of danger loomed, yet Chi Zhuo didn't even blink.

Amidst the excessively strong scent of blood, his dark eyes fixed intently on Ji Chenxi.

Ji Chenxi's face was flushed, and his hand almost provocatively brushed against Chi Zhuo's neck; the combination of his overly warm hand and the cold, gleaming dagger created an ambiguous yet sinister blend of danger.

As Ji Chenxi wielded the dagger, his eyes narrowed slightly, more focused on finding the right place to strike than on intimidation. As Chi Zhuo observed him, it seemed Ji Chenxi finally found a satisfactory angle, the sharp tip of the dagger poised to make the first cut.

As if realizing something, Chi Zhuo grabbed Ji Chenxi's hand, seizing the imposing dagger and sighed, "Your Highness, stop it."

If he couldn't see what Ji Chenxi wanted to do at this moment, then he had really been observing in vain. Ji Chenxi intended to carve something into his neck, perhaps a design, and his memory flashed back to a time when Ji Chenxi had engraved a rose pattern on his neck. However, how much rationality Ji Chenxi had left was worth pondering.

"Are you rejecting me?" Ji Chenxi's tone turned serious.

Hearing the displeasure in his voice, Chi Zhuo pressed down on Ji Chenxi's hand, fearlessly responding, "Yes, between us, if someone should be unhappy, it should be me. After all, Your Highness is still enveloped in a potent omega scent, so your deeper meaning is that an alpha being attracted to an omega is simply nature?"

Ji Chenxi raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

Ji Chenxi blinked, taken aback; it seemed his dull mind hadn't anticipated being countered like this, leaving him momentarily stunned at Chi Zhuo's question.

His current state was indeed strange; he was tossed between waves of desire, sometimes feeling like a drowning person, and at other times, like a god of the sea.

Rationality, desire, calmness, and frenzy intermingled, vying for control over his body, ultimately forming a seemingly calm Ji Chenxi, who was anything but calm.

"Are you trying to divert my attention?"

Ji Chenxi asked, but his hand was already lifted by Chi Zhuo, revealing numerous cuts from the dagger on his wrist. Most of these wounds were shallow and had long stopped bleeding, but the layered injuries tugged at Chi Zhuo's heart; perhaps he shouldn't have been so calm, arranging everything with an air of indifference as if that would suggest he wasn't truly sinking.

He lifted his bony wrist to his lips, pressing soft, gentle kisses on each wound.

"Self-harm is not a good habit."

Chi Zhuo raised his gaze to Ji Chenxi, his voice low and hoarse.

Ji Chenxi hadn't forgotten what this person had just said to him, "Of course it's natural for an alpha to be attracted to an omega, but I not only restrained myself but even waited here for you for quite a while."

"How long did the prince wait for me?"

Ji Chenxi replied without thinking, "Of course, it was sixteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds."

"The prince remembers quite well."

Ji Chenxi smirked, of course he remembered clearly; with each passing second, he imagined a different way Chi Zhuo might die.

Before Ji Chenxi could say anything more, Chi Zhuo licked his wrist and then pulled him close, kissing him softly near his ear, saying, "I swear on my family's honor, I will never make you wait again."