ITF Chapter75

Bai Heting’s consciousness grew somewhat hazy, and he could no longer tell whether that dagger had stabbed through the door panel or his own chest, only snapping awake when a sudden coldness swept over his lower body. He reached back to push Luo Congye away, but Luo Congye caught his hand in a tight grip.

Luo Congye guided his hand to touch his own hipbone, then continued upward.

That hand, normally so skilled at taking human lives, trembled faintly within his palm.

The pad of his index finger brushed against a prominent scar. Bai Heting knew it was a knife scar about two centimeters long, located right on the lower right side of Luo Congye’s abdomen.

Before he could snap out of it, a hand reached from behind around his chest, firmly gripping his shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter even if you wash it off,” Luo Congye said softly, releasing his hand and instead pressing down on his waist, ignoring his weak attempts to push him away. “I’ll just give you another one.”

“Ngh—” The shaking wooden door nearly fell apart, and his hipbones were rubbed bright red against the rough door panel. With all his strength, Bai Heting wrenched himself free from Luo Congye’s grasp and cried out in a hoarse voice, “Let go of me.”

Luo Congye only tightened his embrace even more, so tight that Bai Heting could barely breathe, yet his tone remained gentle, “If I let you go, you’ll fall.”

“Let…”

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Congye immediately loosened his grip. The moment Bai Heting’s weakened body lost its support, it began to fall, but the person behind him caught him at the waist just in time with a single arm.

A soft chuckle sounded above his head. Bai Heting stopped speaking and tightly closed his eyes.

“Why are your reactions so much slower? Have the past three years been too comfortable?” Keeping him held in that position, Luo Congye dragged him forward a few steps and then flung him onto the bed.

Bai Heting had stopped struggling, his brow tightly furrowed. It was impossible to tell whether his expression was one of physical distress or humiliation, but Luo Congye felt there was probably not much difference between the two at this moment. Yet an Omega’s body could scarcely resist an Alpha with whom it shared a bonding mark; it would instinctively crave the other’s touch, their kisses, even their possessions. Bai Heting’s body went weak, as though all his bones had melted away. His hands instinctively clutched the firm arms braced on either side of him, and through a hazy blur he met Luo Congye’s gaze.

Luo Congye’s eyes held desire, but there was even more of something else—something that shouldn’t appear at a time like this.

Confusion, depression, and pain.

Luo Congye cut off this brief eye contact. He flipped Bai Heting over, pinning down the soft waist that he had already pinched red. Bai Heting quickly realized his intention and suddenly began to struggle violently.

“Don’t…” He fought to get up, only to be pressed back down by Luo Congye’s hand clamping onto his shoulder.

“Don’t be afraid,” Luo Congye leaned down to press against his back, encircling him in his arms and coaxing softly, “Let me in.”

Bai Heting quickly gave up his resistance, but he didn’t make another sound, only shaking as he panted heavily. Luo Congye kissed his way from his neck to his ear, then pinched his chin to turn his face over. Then, he halted all movement, and even holding his breath, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the person before him.

“After marking me,” Bai Heting’s face was damp, and he looked at Luo Congye, asking slowly and hoarsely, “then what?”

His body was still trembling involuntarily, his breath still ragged as he spoke, “Keep me… captive in this little wooden cabin?”

Luo Congye sat up, grabbed his shoulders, and flipped him over. The white linen shirt Bai Heting wore on his upper body was crumpled and completely drenched in hot sweat.

“The people on this island view me as a monster. They want nothing more than to tear me into thousands of pieces to appease the souls of their lost parents, spouses…” He lowered his voice, making it so quiet it was almost imperceptible, “…and children.”

Luo Congye reached out blankly. His fingers had barely touched Bai Heting’s face before he suddenly jerked them back.

He had been burned by that cold liquid.

Tears were something that did not suit Bai Heting. He had never seen, nor even heard of, Bai Heting crying. Yet a single transparent tear was welling up from the depths of those misty eyes, passing over that tiny mole, and sliding down the side of his face.

“What you are venting is not desire, but the resentment and anger of being failed.” Those tearful eyes held no joy or anger; Bai Heting’s tone was calm, even carrying a hint of helplessness, “Let me go, and let yourself go too.”

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it downward.

“I have already finished hearing what you wanted to say. Now, you can let me leave.”

After saying this, Bai Heting closed his eyes again, leaving only the gradually slowing breaths of the two men in the room.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the rustling sound of clothes being straightened.

Then come the crisp, decisive sound of footsteps.

Finally, he heard that dilapidated wooden door being pulled open, and then gently closed shut.

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