The Villain Runs Wild

Ch 13 - Second Generation Ancestor x Illegitimate Child: Running Wild

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In the strong wind and sudden rain, pea-sized raindrops slapped against the window, leaving behind trails that were quickly replaced by new ones.

Lin Sui got up from the soft chair, led Yan Qin down the corridor, and opened the door to one of the guest rooms, speaking to a waiter in the corner: “Send a set of clothes.”

The door closed quietly, cutting them off from the outside world.

Lin Sui tilted his head up slightly to look at Yan Qin. He looked wretchedly shabby, like a drenched dog.

Because he had been pushed under the water surface, water had soaked into his eyes, reddening the skin around the rims of his eyes and eyelids, which, alongside his elegant brows, made one unable to resist feeling pity for him.

At this moment, Yan Qin was bending down at the waist, making it easier for Lin Sui to look straight ahead at him, or even to look down at him.

Like the harshest sound of a plucked string, this caused the nerves that Lin Sui had been suppressing to be stirred up. He mentally cursed ‘damn it’, and pushed Yan Qin down onto the ground, pressing down on top of his body.

What was the thing Lin Sui found most difficult to resist about Yan Qin?

It was not the imposing appearance with which he slaughtered thousands of demons with his sword, nor was it the honey-like tenderness with which he embraced him, nor was it his obedient submission.

Rather, it was a certain moment of weakness, as if he was saying ‘I’m hurt’, or ‘I need your love’, just like a dog quietly conveying its longing.

It was as if his soul was whispering, producing in him the urge to give.

This was too deadly, it was hard for Lin Sui to resist the thoughts swirling through him, so he approached Yan Qin, drawing in his weakness.

A thunderstorm erupted outside the window, the trees were swept up by the angry gale, and the murky sky was briefly illuminated by lightning, creating absolute silence within the ultimate clamour.

The clothes on Lin Sui’s body had already been gradually soaked by the water on Yan Qin, but he paid it no mind.

Yan Qin stiffened due to the heat on his body, his brain felt a spell of dizziness as though he was lacking oxygen, and hallucinatory images floated up in his mind, he couldn’t differentiate real from fake. A blue butterfly flapping its wings was held in the palm of his hand, rippling a soft white as it fluttered.

It was an absurdly unrealistic scene of insubordination, it made his soul shudder with excited palpitations, it was his mud-like, filthy greed.

He found it difficult to tell real from false, to the point that he didn’t know whether he really was feeling those emotions from Lin Sui’s body.

Had the believer in the rainstorm finally found his way home? Was the lighthouse he found a god, or a figment of his imagination?

The sound of his drumming heart was so intense it seemed like it would burst open and die in the next moment. Regardless of whether it was real or an illusion, Yan Qin stretched out his hand.