Chapter Forty-Four Mysterious Intent

  Shao Qi woke up on a gray large bed, and it was said to be gray because white was nothing but a color that would eventually get stained and turn gray.

  Struggling to move, his whole body was screaming in agony, as if it was about to tear apart. Shao Qi slowly lifted the hand with the IV tube inserted, and rubbed his dry eyes with some difficulty. In his mind, the events that had occurred in the room earlier gradually resurfaced.

  I'm still alive?

  It's as if I'm in a state of unbelievable astonishment, yet at the same time, I'm deeply unable to express any feelings. To say I'm disappointed isn't it, nor is saying I'm happy.

  So infuriating that guy and still being able to live a good life, it can be predicted that in the future one's own days will indeed become much more "colorful"!

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, the demon appeared out of nowhere just as he opened his eyes, without even having time to think clearly...

  "Wake up," a cold, toneless voice sounded at that moment. Shao Qi's body trembled slightly, unsure if it was because he was too focused on his thoughts and was startled by the sudden interruption or something else.

  A very subtle movement, yet in the eyes of a careful observer, it is obvious...

  Shao Qi looked at him slowly, as if every time, she was waking up in a small and weak posture, looking at him, while he always had an icy "woke up" two words, which contained all emotions.

  Shao Qi was indeed tired, both mentally and physically, with a strong sense of fatigue. Looking at Shao Hua, he quietly fell silent.

  His originally strong and healthy body had become weak after this ordeal, and he didn't have the energy to provoke Shao Hua anymore. He just hoped that Shao Hua would have a change of heart and not bother him, giving him some peaceful space as an ill person.

  "Has he stopped speaking?" Shao Hua's voice was laced with a hint of coolness and seductiveness as he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Shao Qi who remained silent. A faint smile played on his lips as he said condescendingly, "That day, wasn't he particularly eloquent?"

  Satisfied, in Shao Qi's eyes saw a wisp of fear ripples, Shao Hua's lip corners slightly moved.

  Seeing him still unresponsive, his skeletal hands slowly attached to Shao Qi's tightly wrapped chest.

  "Stop... stop it, hurts..."

  Shaoyi's difficult birth was halted, his chest felt as if it was being pressed by a boulder, the seemingly light force, yet it felt as if the bones there were slowly cracking apart. His forehead instantly broke out in beads of glittering sweat.

  "You still know what pain is," the evil and fierce heat sprayed on the tip of his nose, Shao Hua didn't care if Shao Qi would feel pain or not, he pressed down on him as usual, "I thought you deliberately provoked me, and had long stopped being afraid!"

  "You, let...let go......cough......cough cough cough......get up......" The sharp pain in his chest was accompanied by a feeling of being squeezed so tightly that he couldn't breathe. Shao Qi turned his head to the side and took big gulps of air, but still choked, coughing nonstop.

  "Cough... cough... " The heart-wrenching, lung-splitting coughs turned her pale face a deep red. With each cough, transparent beads of sweat fell rapidly and were quickly absorbed into the skin.

  The corners of his mouth rose, and Shao Hua's hand gently stretched out to the trembling head, slowly but irresistibly stopping on Shao Qi's face, simply stroking it.

  "Cough... uh..." Shao Qi didn't have the energy to care about him, and he didn't know if it was because his body was too weak or what, but the coughing didn't weaken, instead it got more and more urgent. Suddenly, something in his chest burst out with a "whoosh".

  It's strange to say, but after that thing came out, he suddenly felt a lot lighter, the coughing stopped, and only a mouthful of rusty, salty, sour taste remained, was it blood?

  "Spit out the blood clot and you'll recover faster." The icy voice seemed to confirm his suspicions, echoing in his ear at just the right moment.

  Shao Qi looked up at him, saw him frowning, and casually picked up the bed sheet to wipe off the blood stains on his hand, a picture of elegance and composure, in no way inferior to the most noble and carefree king at the banquet.

  He remembered that when he spat blood just now, it seemed to have splashed all over his hand.

  It serves them right, nothing to be ashamed of.

  As for saying, helping to heal wounds, getting better faster?

  Sorry, he is not a child who can be bought off with a piece of candy. He understands that this sounds grand and pleasant to the ear, but in reality it's just letting him get better only to fall ill again, and then getting better again - a vicious cycle.

  Shao Hua was tirelessly wiping her hands, which had already been stained red. The pungent smell of rust gradually faded away as the blood dried up. Shao Qi spoke in a light tone: "Blood, once it's stained on, can't be wiped off."

  His voice was hoarse and cracked, and it wasn't until then that Shao Qi realized his desire for water.

  "So?" With a faint smile, Shao Hua threw off the bed sheet and poured him a glass of water from the bedside table with a gentle and loving gesture, as if he were an elder brother doting on his younger brother.

  He slowly drank the water, ignoring the strange bloodstains on his mouth. Shao Qi looked at him calmly and said, "You already have your own plan in mind, why ask me again?"

  With a flicker of his eyebrow, Shao Hua casually wrapped his arms around the other's head, which was bandaged like a mummy. "As a plaything, you're either quite lacking in self-awareness or too clever for your own good... but indeed, you have overstepped..."

  With a forceful pull, Xiao Qi was manipulated to applaud, "I think I should find an opportunity to let you thoroughly understand your own identity. You really lack self-awareness."

  Enduring the intense pain that was surging through his entire body, Shao Qi's sweat poured down like rain. He gritted his teeth and stared blankly at the person in front of him who seemed to be muttering something.

  "Don't you understand? As a toy, how long do you think you can escape and comfort yourself?" He pulled his head up, making him face the small tent that had been set up at some point.

  "Must it be like this?"

  "What do you think?"

  "I thought we could get along in a different way?"

  "Think carefully for yourself, it's best not to challenge my patience again. I've been patient with you enough, don't give me the opportunity to completely destroy you. You know that sometimes, death isn't as scary as you think."

  Shao Qi was taken aback, not speaking, perhaps because his still aching body really had no strength, or perhaps because a flash of inspiration in his mind made him suddenly think of something again.

  He simply looked at Shao Hua, raised his head and gazed up at what seemed to be his always lofty back as he left, in the transparent light, his back was quietly coated with a layer of gold, inlaid in the door frame, vaguely visible were the colors shining on his body, like a top-level master's oil painting.