noffsinger Chapter 484 He is angry
Chapter 484 He is angry
Lin Ci'an's fingers were trembling slightly, and he was obviously trying hard to control his emotions.
He decided to add fuel to the fire.
“But…” He slowly raised his hand and covered the hand of Lin Ci’an that was pinching his throat. His fingertips gently stroked his wrist bone, and his voice was so low that it was almost bewitching. “If I say that I have never thought of hurting you… would you believe it?”
Lin Ci'an's pupils shrank, and he shook his hand off and took a step back: "Don't touch me!"
Chu Ziyu allowed himself to be pushed away, his back hitting the wall, his armor making a dull sound. He lowered his head, but the corners of his mouth curled up quietly.
——When angry, she becomes cuter.
Lin Ci'an took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but his eyes involuntarily fell on Chu Ziyu's neck - there were several red marks there from his pinching, which were particularly glaring on the cold white skin.
He looked away irritably, but at this moment he noticed that Chu Ziyu's collar was slightly open, revealing a hideous scar on his collarbone.
Lin Ci'an frowned and subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to tear open his collar.
As soon as Lin Ci'an's fingers touched Chu Ziyu's collar, the other party suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.
The knight's strength was astonishingly great, his five fingers tightened like iron clamps, and he stopped the Son of God's hand just an inch away from his chest.
"Don't touch it." Chu Ziyu's voice was low and almost dangerous, and there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes that Lin Ci'an had never seen before.
The two wrestled silently in the dim prayer room. Lin Ci'an could feel the rough calluses on Chu Ziyu's palm rubbing against his wrist bones, and the touch reminded him of the countless times in the past five years when he was supported and protected by this hand. But now, this hand was stopping him.
"Let go." Lin Ci'an said coldly, a trace of dark power gathering at his fingertips.
Chu Ziyu suddenly smiled. The smile was a bit bloody, completely different from his usual restrained knight image. He suddenly twisted Lin Ci'an's wrist and pressed him against the stained glass window. Colorful light and shadow flowed on the overlapping figures of the two people, and the white robe of the Son of God and the silver armor of the knight almost merged into one in the halo.
"Do you really want to see it?" Chu Ziyu leaned close to Lin Ci'an's ear, breathing hotly, "Then don't regret it."
He roughly ripped open his collar, and the sound of the metal buckle breaking was particularly harsh in the silence. As the leather and chain mail fell to the ground, a tragic body was exposed in the mottled light and shadow.
There were dozens of scars crisscrossing the pale skin. The newest one ran diagonally from the collarbone to the heart. The dark blue sutures looked as hideous as a centipede. The most shocking was the brand on the left chest. The dark red sun emblem had grown into the flesh, and there were still traces of charring on the edges. With the rise and fall of breathing, the scars seemed to have life, twisting into strange totems in the light and shadow.
Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly contracted. These were not ordinary scars - each wound bore traces of corrosion from dark magic, a forbidden technique used specifically to torture warriors from the light camp.
"Satisfied?" Chu Ziyu raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically, but suddenly groaned.
The wound on his chest had been oozing blood at some point, which slid down his well-muscled abdomen and formed dark spots on the waistband of his pants.
When Lin Ci'an subconsciously reached out to perform a healing spell, Chu Ziyu suddenly pinched his chin and said, "Put away your holy light. I can't bear it."
He stroked the Son's soft lips with his thumb, but his voice was as cold as ice, "Every one of these injuries was inflicted on you."
Lin Ci'an didn't understand why Chu Ziyu said that.
"What... is going on?" His voice tightened unconsciously.
Chu Ziyu leaned forward slightly and said softly: "Sir Saint, there are some things...that I cannot decide, but I can choose to refuse."
Lin Ci'an stared at him intently, his chest heaving violently.
——He was angry, but not at Chu Ziyu. He was his man. How dare others hurt him so badly.
This person is his, his, and no one else's.