Chapter 404: The Delicate Young Mistress Ruthlessly Bullies the Gloomy Villain (7)

Chapter 404: The Spoiled Young Mistress Mercilessly Teases the Brooding Antagonist (7)

Song Chuyi grabbed the candy without hesitation and bit into it resentfully.

"Were you secretly making fun of me?"

Without waiting for Liu Wenshan to respond, he continued, "You totally were."

"Otherwise, why would you show up right when I started badmouthing you?"

The hawthorn crunched loudly as he bit into it, as if he were biting into Liu Wenshan instead of the fruit.

Liu Wenshan looked at him and asked, "Still going to let go?"

Song Chuyi's eyes widened.

"You're blaming me for this?"

"How dare you blame me!"

He thrust the candy back into Liu Wenshan's hand. "I don't want it anymore."

Despite his words, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his gaze lingering on the candy without shifting away.

Liu Wenshan clenched the candy tighter, showing no intention of returning it.

Song Chuyi clenched his teeth and yanked the candy back.

"You bought it for me, so you can't take it back."

Liu Wenshan hadn't even tried to take it back. It was Song Chuyi who had first refused it and then demanded it again, pushing his antics to the limit.

Song Chuyi gave himself top marks for this ridiculous tantrum.

When it came to tormenting the villain, he was a pro!

Song Chuyi smiled as he took another bite of the candy, his cheeks puffing up.

His eyes lit up as he glanced at Liu Wenshan and asked, "Should we head back now?"

Liu Wenshan's lashes fluttered lightly, and he asked again.

"Still going to let go?"

Song Chuyi: ...

"You're such a pain." He turned his head away, holding the candy in one hand while extending the other toward Liu Wenshan.

"If you want to hold hands, make it quick. Don't let anyone see."

Liu Wenshan looked at the hand obediently offered to him—slender and pale, with faintly pink fingertips.

Delicate and easily shattered.

He lowered his gaze and took hold of Song Chuyi's hand.

His hand was much larger than Song Chuyi's, completely engulfing it, wrapping it bit by bit.

Liu Wenshan's palm had rough calluses, leaving Song Chuyi's skin slightly flushed.

Song Chuyi was eating the candied haws, unaware of the slight pain on the back of his hand.

He'd been wandering around all afternoon and was indeed a bit hungry.

This candied haws came just in time.

Liu Wenshan stood quietly by, looking down at the skin reddened by the calluses on his palm, and gently placed his thumb on it.

He gave it a light rub.

That patch of skin turned even redder.

Liu Wenshan's throat bobbed slightly, and in the quiet night, he suddenly spoke.

"How far have you gone with Hong Qi?"

Song Chuyi: ???

"Huh?" He still had hawthorn in his mouth, surprised and confused. "What are you even talking about?"

He looked Liu Wenshan up and down.

"Don't even mention Hong Qi, even if you want to touch me, you should think twice."

"I am..."

He trailed off, as if considering something.

But his arrogance was plain to see.

Liu Wenshan seemed satisfied with his answer, the slight frown on his brow eased.

Song Chuyi finished the last hawthorn and handed him the empty stick.

"I'm going back to live the high life."

"Don't spout nonsense."

He snorted lightly, about to pull his hand away but then hesitated.

Whatever, he still needed Liu Wenshan to get back to the mountain stronghold, so he let it slide for now.

Liu Wenshan seemed to guess his thoughts, the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

He took Song Chuyi's hand and led him out of town.

Even though the town had quieted down and it was night, it was still pretty early.

It was only around eight o'clock.

Song Chuyi didn't need sleep, and eight was early by modern standards.

He trailed Liu Wenshan down the road, stepping on his shadow and playing with the one that dogged its owner.

Liu Wenshan let him step on it until they reached the foot of the mountain, where the rugged path began, and then stopped.

When Liu Wenshan stopped, Song Chuyi put one hand behind his back, the other still in Liu Wenshan's grip.

He blinked innocently, pretending nothing had happened.

"What made you stop all of a sudden?"

Liu Wenshan released his grip and crouched down.

Song Chuyi suddenly understood and, without hesitation, climbed onto his back, smiling as he spoke.

"You’re pretty quick on the uptake."

He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling Liu Wenshan's ear.

Under the moonlight, that ear appeared to flush.

But before Song Chuyi could get a better look, Liu Wenshan was already on his feet, stepping onto the damp soil.

The dense leaves overhead blocked the moonlight, leaving only scattered patches of light to barely illuminate their path.

Even though they were close, Song Chuyi couldn't see if Liu Wenshan's ear was really red. But he figured it must have.

He shifted uncomfortably, swinging his legs.

The added weight forced Liu Wenshan to adjust his grip, supporting Song Chuyi’s thighs as they moved forward.

Song Chuyi's body stiffened, caught off guard by Liu Wenshan's boldness.

Liu Wenshan's palms were large, and even though it was late at night and the mountain air was cold, his palms felt burning hot—a heat that could be felt even through his trousers.

Song Chuyi turned bright red in an instant.

His buttocks stayed rigid, unwilling to relax.

Liu Wenshan, however, continued walking as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

His breathing was so steady, you’d hardly notice the pauses.

This just reinforced Song Chuyi's suspicions.

Liu Wenshan must have practiced martial arts, and his inner strength was quite impressive.

But this man was so quiet—who could have taught him martial arts? Or did he learn it on his own?

Song Chuyi recalled his earlier hunch.

Perhaps someone already knew the way to the mountain stronghold but had held back from raiding it for some reason.

But that Hong Qi was pretty odd.

He had stolen so much gold and silver, yet the people in the stronghold couldn’t even get a decent meal. No one knew where all the money had gone.

As he pondered this, his legs started swinging even more.

He accidentally hit Liu Wenshan's arm.

Before Liu Wenshan could say anything, Song Chuyi beat him to it, asking, "Why is your arm so hard?"

He poked Liu Wenshan's shoulder, only to hurt his finger on the firm muscle.

"Damn it."

He bit down hard on his shoulder, and seeing that Liu Wenshan remained unmoved, he applied more force.

A faint smell of blood started to spread.

Liu Wenshan's steps stumbled, and he suddenly stopped, putting Song Chuyi down and pinning him against a nearby tree.

He forced Song Chuyi's mouth open with his finger, his expression turned grim.

Song Chuyi stared at him, bewildered, then bit down fiercely.

"You jerk!"

"Your body is so hard, my gums are bleeding."

He bit his shoulder, but ended up hurting his own teeth and making them bleed.

Liu Wenshan only withdrew his hand after making sure Song Chuyi hadn't broken the skin on his shoulder, lowering his head, his voice hoarse.

"Sorry."

"Does it still hurt?"