Chapter 3061: Blood-Stained Addiction 37

Beneath the mask was the face Sai Yin had thought of day and night for seven days, appearing countless times in his dreams.

But how could Mo Ti Si be Jin Chen?

And the sword in his other hand, due to the recent inertia, had already slid its tip across Jin Chen's neck, drawing a thin line of crimson blood.

Jin Chen didn't dodge; he just looked at him, the smile in his eyes deepening.

His hand slowly pressed against Sai Yin's spine, following the vertebral line, gently stroking upward.

"Do you want to kill me?" His voice was soft, laced with laughter, yet it made Sai Yin tremble all over.

"No……"

Sai Yin answered subconsciously, muttering, his mind a blank.

His hand loosened, and the sword fell onto the thick soft carpet, turning into specks of light that dissipated.

Sai Yin felt dazed.

"Jin Chen……" he unconsciously uttered the name.

Jin Chen kissed the corner of his mouth, "How did you get so frightened?"

Sai Yin finally reacted, the familiar scent rising from his tailbone all the way to his brain, washing away all his panic and disbelief.

All those overly strong, overly mysterious things about Jin Chen that had unsettled him now seemed to finally have a reasonable explanation.

Jin Chen……was the revived Motisi.

"You lied to me." Sai Yin, finally regaining his composure, blurted out, his voice thick with nasal tone and grievance.

Before he could decide whether to forgive the person who had deceived him for so long, his body already honestly wanted to lean into Jin Chen's embrace.

Jin Chen said softly, "It's not exactly a lie; before…… I really had no memory."

Seeing that Jin Chen hadn't yet moved to hug him tightly, Sai Yin took the initiative, burying his face in Jin Chen's neck, deeply inhaling the familiar sandalwood scent, and immediately noticed the wound Jin Chen had inflicted on his own neck.

Sai Yin obediently leaned in, carefully licking the wound, rolling away the seeping blood droplets, then gently wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It itches." Jin Chen said softly, laughter still in his voice.

Sai Yin's motion paused for a moment; he lifted his wet eyelashes to look at him, eyes fragile and entranced, "... Does it hurt?"

Jin Chen's fingertips stroked Sai Yin's earlobe, kneading slowly, "Compared to the grievances a certain little elf has suffered for hundreds of years, this is nothing."

A fresh tremor ran through Sai Yin's heart; resentment surged again, stronger than before.

He was no longer satisfied with merely leaning; clumsily attempting to straddle Jin Chen's leg, he stumbled midway due to weak legs and the constriction of his formal attire.

Jin Chen naturally wrapped his arms around his waist, steadying him as he sat on his thigh, stroking his hair, "Why aren't you afraid anymore?"

That tone seemed to revert to how it was hundreds of years ago, when Motisi bullied and teased him in the castle.

The overwhelming impact of his identity, plus the fact that they had been apart for seven days, made the longed-for embrace and scent leave Sai Yin momentarily disoriented, unsure whether to fling himself into his arms like he did in the castle or to kneel before him in the Offering Pavilion, head bowed, chanting.

He seemed to revert to that pure, naive little elf who had just been transformed hundreds of years ago, unable to control his own fate, only able to hide in the arms of the one who had just bullied him and sob.

Although his body still trembled slightly from the recent agitation and shock, he choked up and whispered, "No…… not afraid……"

Jin Chen patted Sai Yin's back intermittently, recalling the memories of their first embrace, he sighed softly, "It's been hundreds of years…… our little elf has become even more beautiful."

Sai Yin suddenly felt a great sense of grievance.

He lifted his head to look at Jin Chen's handsome face, eyes reddened, tears glistening, appearing as if he had been terribly bullied, his voice heavy with sobbing and the centuries of confusion and pain, "Why did you abandon me? Why did you no longer want me……"

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, looking at him like that, the smile in his eyes fading a little, replaced by an indescribable heartache.

He gently unfastened the button on Sai Yin's collarbone that had burst from the recent scuffle, feeling the total reliance and deep grievance of the person in his arms, he said softly, "It happened suddenly; the Holy Court and Jiaxia joined forces…… I didn't anticipate it either."

He didn't say exactly how he had fallen; that was a far heavier, bloodier past, unsuitable to be laid out in such candlelight and moonlight while Sai Yin's eyes were still red.

So he merely smiled, changed the topic, kissed Sai Yin's cheek again, his fingers lightly brushing over the marks on his body, "Let the little elf have suffered much grievance, and now he's become a formidable Count."

Sai Yin bit his tongue tip, feeling a little embarrassed.

He once again felt the soul blood bond connection between himself and Jin Chen, unmatched by anyone.

He is the blood heir personally transformed by Jin Chen, his most special existence.

Sai Yin's gaze turned longing and dependent, his heart itching to the extreme.

He obediently tossed aside his already disheveled Count's robe, then curled back into Jin Chen's embrace to kiss him.

As their lips and tongues entwined, he wore a dazed look, calling out to him dependently.

"Blood Father……"

In that moment, Sai Yin no longer wanted to be a Count.

He still wanted to return to being the little elf raised in the Primordial Ancestor's land, needing only to stay beside his Blood Father.

But his bodily desire had not subsided; rather, in such close embrace and soothing, it became harder to bear, and he unconsciously rubbed against Jin Chen in his arms.

He called out again, this time with an irrepressible longing, his watery, emotion-filled blood-colored eyes gazing dreamily at Jin Chen, his long lashes still wet with unshed tears.

"I…… I feel so awful……"

Jin Chen looked down at him, his pale fragile beauty, total dependence and hidden longing, as well as the pitiable state tormented by addiction to the brink of collapse, like a beautiful rose desperately needing rain, otherwise it would wither completely.

"Where does it hurt?" Jin Chen clearly knew, yet he still asked softly, his thumb pad brushing over Sai Yin's wet eye corner, wiping away that moisture.

Sai Yin's ears reddened further from the question, yet he answered honestly, "... Everywhere hurts; I want you……"

Jin Chen's gaze deepened, he caught Sai Yin's jaw and kissed him; Sai Yin responded eagerly, his lips inexperienced yet active, opening to welcome that familiar scent invading.

Amid the entwining of lips and teeth, water sounds echoed in the prison, mingling with Sai Yin's uncontrollable sobs.

Jin Chen's kiss deepened further, as if trying to swallow him whole; Sai Yin was kissed till his whole body went limp, only able to cling tighter to Jin Chen, tilting his neck to expose its fragile curve.

Utterly devoted, giving and taking as desired.

After the kiss, Sai Yin's lips were redder and more swollen, his gaze dazed and fixated on Jin Chen, as if the whole world had shrunk to just that person before him.

Jin Chen's fingertip untied the topmost strap of Sai Yin's inner garment, his fingertip touching the cool skin beneath the collarbone.

Sai Yin's whole body shuddered, yet he made no attempt to dodge; instead, he unconsciously pushed forward, pressing more against that cool fingertip.

Longing, dependence, desire, and the emotions repressed for hundreds of years burst forth at this moment.

He whispered again, his voice shattered beyond endurance, "Please..."

He is no longer that proud and gloomy Count Strand; he has returned to being that little elf that belongs only to Motis, that little elf longing for gaze, caress, and... everything.