Transmigrated as the Villain and Driven Crazy by the Vengeful Male Lead - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Kissed — He just didn’t want him to be angry.

…What did he mean? What did he mean by that? Did he mean that if I kissed him, he wouldn’t be angry anymore?

Lyu Shurao kept his head low, only lifting his gaze slightly to lock eyes with Su Cheyue. Those deep brown pupils were so beautiful they defied description; one couldn’t discern love or hate from them, much like the Hatred Value system that refused to give a definitive result.

“I…” He toyed with the hem of his robe, hesitant and slow.

Why was Su Cheyue like this? Why did he have to be this way? Why, after coming back, was his attitude toward him like a completely different person? Didn’t he say long ago that he wouldn’t like men, and even if he did, he’d rather die than touch Lyu Shurao—that Lyu Shurao only made him feel disgusted?

So what did he mean now?

Aside from humiliation, Lyu Shurao couldn’t think of a second answer for the time being.

Perhaps in the original book, after the original host was captured, he experienced not only the torture of bloodletting but also other forms of degradation—like being forcibly embraced and kissed by Su Cheyue, or being pinned down by the “crazy” male lead as a vent for his rage. It was just that the scale was too large for the author to write, or it had been censored.

The thought made his heart tremble and his soul drift. He began to doubt if lowering the Hatred Value was useless at all. Had the system been full of errors from the start? Did Su Cheyue hate him to the core all along, regardless of what he did? Just like with Lyu Yizhou and Shen Yun, nothing he did helped; he couldn’t keep them, and similarly, he couldn’t pry open Su Cheyue’s heart.

He closed his eyes, and his heart began to ache. He had poured his feelings into Su Cheyue; maybe not 100%, but at least in this world, his heart and eyes were full of him. He hated physical intimacy with men so much, yet he had embraced and protected him without reservation, held his hand… what more did he want? He even wanted him to kiss him…

He heard Su Cheyue say: “Open your eyes, Lyu Shurao.”

Lyu Shurao opened his eyes numbly.

Seeing that his expression wasn’t right, a ripple appeared in the depths of Su Cheyue’s calm, waveless eyes: “What’s wrong?”

“Does the wound still hurt?”

Lyu Shurao shook his head numbly again.

Su Cheyue looked at him silently, his brow slightly furrowed. When he spoke again, his voice was as gentle as if it had been soaked in moonlight.

He asked: “Tell me, which is more important: you ‘not liking it,’ or me ‘not being angry’?”

Lyu Shurao didn’t quite understand, nor did he have the strength to delve into the meaning. He suddenly looked up, pulled Su Cheyue closer, brushed back his hair, and let the bridge of his nose ghost over Su Cheyue’s.

It was hard to tell whose breath hitched first. Lyu Shurao’s pupils lost focus as he slowly lowered his head. Su Cheyue was slightly stunned and spoke quickly: “What I meant was—”

The syllables were cut off in a vacuum.

This kiss happened suddenly. Before Su Cheyue could react, Lyu Shurao had already pressed against him. He was injured and had lost blood; his lips were icy cold, the sensation distinct in the blooming spring night. Lacking experience, he only imitated how Su Cheyue had kissed him last time, pressing and gently grinding against the other’s lips.

He just didn’t want him to be angry.

At some point, he had grown to love the scent of green pears on Su Cheyue. The taste on his lips, mixed with the bitterness of medicine, fascinated him more than the scent itself.

As he kissed, he thought of Su Cheyue’s philtrum and the dip of his lip—that concave spot like a hidden ravine that made one want to explore.

He held Su Cheyue’s lips, loosened his teeth, and poked his tongue out, accurately finding that “ravine” and licking it.

Su Cheyue stiffened instantly, instinctively wanting to pull back. Lyu Shurao didn’t think; he simply didn’t want the “fish” to swim away again. He raised his hand and gripped Su Cheyue’s waist.

His waist was still so thin. Even after being fed and cared for by him for so long, he was still so thin.

Lyu Shurao wanted to pull him closer, but the stretch hit his wound. He didn’t make a sound, only furrowing his brow almost imperceptibly.

Su Cheyue was startled and pushed him away gently.

“Lyu Shurao.” Su Cheyue looked down. Despite having recovered his cultivation and being able to sweep the world, he still hadn’t bound his hair. It was held loosely by a single white jade hairpin; his dark hair covered one ear, but the other was exposed, flushed deep crimson.

…He had actually, truly kissed Su Cheyue.

Lyu Shurao’s thoughts were still lagging. As if possessed, he reached out to brush the hair away, wanting to see if the other ear was just as red.

Su Cheyue caught his hand and held it in his own. “…The wound is bleeding through.”

“…”

“Come back to the Moon-Resting Pavilion with me. I’ll change your dressing.”

Lyu Shurao finally snapped back to reality: “No need…”

Su Cheyue leaned down to carry him. Lyu Shurao stepped back: “No, don’t carry me.”

How many eyes would be watching them on the way back? It would be one thing if he were unconscious, but since he was awake, he absolutely could not let Su Cheyue carry him back.

Besides, he had been “divorced.”

Stop! Why am I thinking about that again!

Su Cheyue: “…” Fine, no carrying then.

Duan-you emerged again, connecting their wrists. Su Cheyue’s tone was flat: “Is this acceptable now?”

Lyu Shurao felt like a little puppy on a leash, being led behind Su Cheyue.

“Su Cheyue…” “My wound is fine, it’s not bleeding, it’s almost healed. The medicine you gave me is very effective…” “Let’s not go back yet, okay?”

Su Cheyue stopped, his tone far from pleasant: “If we don’t go back, where else are you planning to escape to?”

…With Duan-you acting like this, where could he possibly escape to?! Where could he go that Su Cheyue wouldn’t catch him back?!

He just didn’t understand. Logically, the Hatred Value should be near zero by now. Why did he still have to grab him and bind him?

“I discovered some strange things in the medical hall,” Lyu Shurao said weakly. “I want to take another look.”

Su Cheyue frowned. “What things?”

“I can’t explain it in just a word or two.” Lyu Shurao raised his wrist. “Can you untie me first? I promise to come back immediately after looking. I definitely won’t run tonight.”

Judging by the system’s efficiency, the results wouldn’t be out for a while tonight anyway.

Su Cheyue pondered for a moment and said: “I’ll go with you.”

That worked too; perhaps Su Cheyue had seen the array in the medical hall. Thinking this, Lyu Shurao added: “Fine. Then untie me first?”

Su Cheyue merely twitched the corner of his mouth, ignored his words, and continued walking. Having failed in his little scheme, Lyu Shurao followed behind, feeling frustrated.

The moonlight slanted west, illuminating the ground brightly. Lyu Shurao looked at Su Cheyue’s back and gradually dazed off again.

The way he walked was so beautiful—thin waist, long legs, standing tall and upright. The white robes looked like pure snow covering green pines.

At this moment, Lyu Shurao felt his heart filled to the brim. He suddenly felt that everything was worth it. The warmth and smiles, the careful nursing, the wandering through hardships, the injuries and blood and grievances—they were all worth it.

Even dying once and transmigrating into this world just to meet him—even being hated by him—it was all worth it.

They arrived at the medical hall; it was still pitch black. Su Cheyue turned around and asked: “Where is the problem?”

Lyu Shurao snapped back to attention and walked toward the rear hall. Duan-you was pulled taut between their wrists. Su Cheyue glanced at it and followed without hesitation.

“Second Young Master,” Lyu Shurao crouched on the ground, searching for something. “Can you tell me how you view the current Sect Master Su? I mean Su Xun.”

So far, Su Xun had shown no mercy toward his nephew. To steal the Desire-Seeking Bead, he had used poison and conspired with raccoon-demons. As long as he got the treasure, whether Su Cheyue was sick, in pain, dead or alive didn’t matter to him.

So, in reverse, what did Su Cheyue think? Would he value their familial bond and turn a blind eye to what Su Xun had done? Although he had threatened to kill him on New Year’s Eve, that might have just been angry words spoken in shame.

There was no doubt Su Cheyue would reclaim his position as Sect Master. After that, how would he deal with Su Xun?

And then there was Su Qingyang. With Su Qingyang acting as a bridge in the middle, Su Cheyue might really be unable to take any harsh measures.

As expected, Su Cheyue didn’t answer directly. He only said: “Regarding the matter of the Stalactite Terrace, I will make him pay the price.”

Lyu Shurao smiled, tapped the ground with his hand, stood up and asked: “Does the Su family have any arrays that can isolate different spaces?”

Su Cheyue said: “Yes.”

Lyu Shurao’s eyes lit up, and he stepped aside. “There is an array on the ground here. Can you see it?”

Su Cheyue looked down and studied it, then shook his head after a long while: “If it is used for isolating space, the array itself cannot be made conspicuous. One could say it is hidden and formless. Unless one has the Array Key, or finds the Array Eye, one cannot see this array, much less break it.”

The Array Key? So when that key fell that night, it was leading him to find the Array Eye?

Lyu Shurao asked: “How can one find the Array Eye?”

“An Array Eye usually manifests under two conditions: first, if the one who cast the array summons it; second, if the environment of the array suffers destructive damage, the Array Eye will manifest automatically upon sensing it and activate its defensive capabilities.”

Lyu Shurao weighed his options. Neither seemed feasible.

…Should he just give up? Or find that donkey-masked man and ask for the key again? But where would he find him?

“Lyu Shurao.” “Hm?” “What happened in the medical hall?”

“Well… basically I found a key,” Lyu Shurao gestured with his hands, trying to speak clearly. “It led me here, opened the Array Eye, and I found a dungeon below. A mortal escaped from it and asked me to save him, but then he disappeared…”

It still sounded messy and unbelievable. Even recalling it himself felt like a dream; how could Su Cheyue believe it?

Su Cheyue was silent for a while, then said: “The Baoshan Sect medical hall was built by the Su ancestors. It holds countless spiritual medicines and has protected and healed thousands of Su disciples. Like the Stalactite Terrace, it has existed for over a hundred years.”

Lyu Shurao: “Mm-hm.”

“When my father was alive, he once wanted to expand it—not just as a place for healing within the sect, but to offer a small contribution to the birth, aging, sickness, and death of ordinary people. Once I become Sect Master and inherit my father’s legacy, a reconstruction would not be out of the question.”

Mm-hm… wait, what? What did he mean?

Su Cheyue glanced at him, the light of Duan-you flowing quietly in their palms: “I think my father would understand me.”

With a roar and a whirl of the world, Lyu Shurao saw nothing clearly. Light, flowing like water, suddenly drew close and gathered him into an embrace.