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As soon as I opened the door, a strong floral fragrance filled my nostrils, lingering for a long time.
I found Master, who seemed to be in great pain.
He sat by the hot spring, his brows tightly furrowed, a hint of redness on his face. The exposed skin beneath his open collar was a pale pink, resembling the person from that book.
Everything felt mesmerizing. I moved closer, and unconsciously my hand brushed against Master's cheek. It was warm and smooth, like jade, making it hard to let go.
My hand kept rubbing against his face, and I noticed those alluring red lips. My eyes gradually turned red, unable to suppress my feelings any longer, I leaned in and pressed against him.
Master seemed to wake up; he realized something and angrily pushed me away.
I lost my balance and fell into the hot spring.
When I emerged from the water, I noticed Master had coughed up blood, with blood streaking from the corner of his mouth. The surface of the water was stained with freshly spilled blood, looking strikingly vivid.
I approached him and supported him on both sides, only to find that he had already fainted.
I wanted to pull Master up, but for some reason, when I saw those blood-streaked red lips, a voice echoed in my heart.
He knows everything; what are you afraid of? One more time won't hurt. When he wakes up, you'll be driven away anyway.
Yes!
If Master wakes up, he probably won't let me stay in this Moyu Pavilion any longer.
Since I've come this far, I might as well go all in!
I bit down on those red lips again, my movements more intense this time, as they became even more alluring under my touch.
I reached out and held Master tightly, my right hand continuously rubbing his back until I untied that thin string, pulled apart the clothing, and reached inside, unable to hold back any longer.
The storm violently battered the stone wall, making a loud clapping sound.
The pure white frost weighed down the branches, producing a creaking noise.
With each resounding crash, I watched this person known as Flower Fairy, the epitome of earthly beauty, succumb to my desires until dawn broke the next day, when I finally fell asleep holding him close.
When I woke up, I found Master still lying in my arms.
He was so small, fitting perfectly in my embrace.
Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on us both, bringing a touch of warmth.
Noticing that the person in my arms had moved, I looked down and saw that Master was awake. His face seemed a mix of anger, frustration, and sadness.
I felt a bit scared; was he going to ask me to leave?
I didn’t want that. I tightened my hold on him.
At that moment, Master spoke, telling me to let go.
His voice was hoarse; even after a night of moaning, it still carried a chill.
I released my grip and helped him sit up, but he pushed my hand away.
He began picking up the scattered clothes from the ground, slowly putting them on one by one.
When I saw the marks on him, I felt a pang of heartache, but as I remembered that these were left by me, emotions slowly surged within me.
When he noticed that his clothes were pressed beneath me, he seemed a bit troubled but pointed for me to move aside.
To my surprise, after Master got dressed and tidied up, he left without looking back, not saying a word.
I felt a bit scared and didn’t call out to stop him. After all, in this situation, Master would soon drive me away, so it was better for me to pack up and leave on my own!
I wanted to preserve some semblance of our last feelings and avoid making things even more awkward.
Three days later, when I placed the letter on Master's study desk, I realized the room was already empty. Master had taken all his beloved things with him, leaving behind only one item related to me.
A sense of panic rose within me for no reason. Why did it come to this? Master, you can abandon me, but why did you also leave behind Moyu Pavilion? Are you abandoning your home too?
Do you really find me that bothersome?
I didn’t understand. I needed to clarify this with you, Master. How could you abandon your most cherished "home"?
Moreover, Master is still in his heat period; what if he encounters someone else? I couldn’t even bear to think about what might happen. I dropped the neatly packed bag and turned to leave.
I must find Master.
When I finally found him again, Master was with that person. I felt a surge of anger, but I couldn’t find a reason for my anger. Why should I be angry? It was I who had initially overstepped my bounds and acted rebelliously.
Why should I?
Yet, I was unwilling to accept this. I subtly hinted to that person to stay away from you, but in the end, he noticed.
He asked me out, and it turns out he doesn't like you; he likes someone else, that Celestial Lord.
I see, in that case, it doesn't matter much.
It's just that you two are too close, and it still makes me uncomfortable deep down. Fortunately, that person has some awareness and always keeps a proper distance.
But in the end, I was still blinded by desire and jealousy, feeling guilty for your teachings, Master.
I have become obsessed; I—I don't know how to tell you.
Every time I try to speak to you, my throat feels dry and painful, and my heart is twisted, making it impossible to say anything.
I didn't mean to hide this from you, Master.
Watching you being betrayed, scorned, and beaten by the world for my sake is truly unbearable!
Clearly, I am the one who made the mistake; why do they blame you? Moreover, you have saved them before; how can they treat you this way?
People are truly ignorant and irredeemable. Master, why do you still want to save these unrelated individuals?
Isn't it enough to only have me in your eyes?
Only I will stand by you forever, Master, only me, only me!
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