The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A8 C240: Darkening

Baili Duyue naturally wasn’t afraid that there would be some strange poison on this small piece of paper. He just noticed the slightly strange expression on Sang Feiwan’s face. Doubts arose in his heart, and his eyes darkened momentarily.

The small piece of paper spun around Baili Duyue's fingertips, becoming increasingly crumpled. It invisibly revealed a hint of ruthless force. Sang Feiwan dared not show any unusual expressions.

He simply retracted onto the low couch, pulling Baili Duyue into his embrace, pretending to be jealous and whispered softly, "What's so interesting about a piece of scrap paper? City Lord, instead of looking at it, you should look at me."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to kiss the sensitive earlobe of the person in his arms.

Baili Duyue indeed shuddered, losing all his strength. Seizing the opportunity, Sang Feiwan turned his head towards himself and deepened the kiss, entwining with him on the bed.

The edges of Baili Duyue's eyes turned red, and he lazily let out a muffled hum, his voice hoarse, "Stop messing around..."

The other party clearly wasn't going to listen to him.

In the surging night, Sang Feiwan slowly held Baili Duyue's fingertips. Taking advantage of the moment when the latter was caught up in the kiss, he tried to stealthily take the piece of paper. However, after pulling it a few times, it didn’t budge. He realized something was amiss and subconsciously looked up, unexpectedly meeting a pair of deep and sharp eyes, causing him to freeze.

"..."

In the darkness, Baili Duyue stared silently at Sang Feiwan, his eyes clear, devoid of any signs of being caught up in the emotions.

Sang Feiwan, feeling awkward, instinctively let go of his hand, feeling as if he had been caught doing something mischievous.

Baili Duyue, with no expression, squeezed the piece of paper in his hand, slowly turning it over on his fingertips. With no emotional tone, he asked, "Do you know what's written on it?"

Sang Feiwan hesitated, "...I don't know."

Baili Duyue asked again, "Do you want it?"

Sang Feiwan retorted, "Does the City Lord want to see?"

Baili Duyue both wanted to and didn’t want to see. Seeing Sang Feiwan's unusual demeanor, he knew there must be something written on it that he didn’t want to see. However, instead of opening it, he slowly clenched his fingers and asked an unrelated question, "Do you remember what I told you in the dungeon that day..."

His voice was cold and chilling, like a venomous snake slowly slithering over his skin, its scales cold with no warmth.

Sang Feiwan remained silent.

Baili Duyue leaned close to his ear, his voice deep and indistinct, like a misty, bloody fog, unpredictable, but with a faint bloody scent, "Since you've come to my side, don’t think about leaving..."

The hand holding the piece of paper moved slightly, making a bone-cracking sound. In the dark night, it was a grating sound. He lightly whispered:

"If you dare to leave, I will catch you back and lock you up until death…”

After Baili Duyue finished speaking, he slowly spread his fingers in front of Sang Feiwan. To his surprise, the piece of paper had disappeared.

A faint smile curved the corner of his lips, "This City Lord won't look at it now. I'll take a look after returning to Cangdu..."

The cage here wasn’t appealing to him.

He wasn't quite satisfied...

Perhaps even Baili Duyue himself didn't realize how unsightly his smile had become. It was like finding a poison needle hidden in a cup of water. He shouldn't have drunk it, but when there was no other way out, he had to drink the poison and swallow the needle.