BLHO Chapter 89

Chapter 89: How Can a Person’s Heart Be So Bad?

Chapter 89: How Can a Person’s Heart Be So Bad?

Li Yuliang restrained the rise and fall of his chest, his heart clearly a storm of emotions, yet he was unwilling to reveal even a hint on his face.

He frowned even more in disgust, questioning Song Jiting: “The world is so big, how can there be nowhere for you to live? Do you know your status as a criminal? Relying on Fengdu City, do you want to die?”

“What crime have I committed?” Song Jiting said in despair, “The Song family’s crime was fabricated in the first place. Even if I am powerless to resist, crushed into the dust, and reduced to a prostitute, I have already endured the punishment I should have received. What other crimes have I not repaid?”

Li Yuliang clenched his teeth and remained silent.

Song Jiting moved closer, looked up at him, and said: “My crime is that I shouldn’t have tainted Grand Eunuch Li Yuliang. Now that I can still live in this world, I should be thankful and grateful, shouldn’t I?”

The scar on his cheek was shockingly visible under the moonlight.

Li Yuliang’s flickering gaze fixed on it, unblinking.

“Disgusting?” Noticing his gaze, Song Jiting asked him calmly, “Are you satisfied, Grand Eunuch, with turning me into this inhuman monster?”

His face, his body, his whole being, had rotted into a pool of dirty mud. Was this the result Li Yuliang wanted?

“I told you to leave.” Li Yuliang said in a deep voice, “You stay here, what else do you want?”

His dismissive attitude touched Song Jiting’s restrained emotions.

His voice trembled slightly as he asked Li Yuliang: “Then why is Grand Eunuch here so late at night?”

Two pairs of eyes entangled and collided, unable to distinguish love from hate, only endless karma.

Li Yuliang clearly saw the sadness in his eyes, but he was unwilling to show even a shred of pity. He grabbed his wrist, applying force to his palm as if to crush his bones, and threatened: “Leave here, don’t let me see you again.”

“Li Yuliang.” Song Jiting’s thin body trembled in the night wind, “I want to kill you…”

This harsh sentence directly angered Li Yuliang. He roughly dragged the skinny body, through the flower bed, straight to the wooden house not far away.

This wooden house was newly built, used by Grand Eunuch Li Yuliang to have fun with beautiful men whenever he felt like it.

Song Jiting couldn’t count how many times Li Yuliang had tortured him in this room.

It was a place he once dreamed of escaping, but now he stubbornly guarded and refused to leave.

Li Yuliang certainly couldn’t understand.

Why didn’t Song Jiting leave? Had he not been tortured enough?

The room was pitch black, with moonlight shining on the simple furnishings. Li Yuliang was not gentle at all, pushing him onto the couch, rudely tearing at his clothes, restraining his wrists, and pressing his body hard with his knees.

If Song Jiting really wanted to kill him, he should have fought him to the death at this time, even if it meant dying together.

But he did nothing, not even resisting.

Just like before when he was coerced by him, Li Yuliang could do whatever he wanted.

Was this the reaction he should have?

Li Yuliang stopped his movements, looking down at Song Jiting’s pale face.

Seeing him trying his best to lift his head, but tears still couldn’t be stopped, gushing down his eyes.

Crying.

He used to be good at showing weakness.

But Li Yuliang knew too well what he was thinking.

Every act of pleasing and showing weakness was simply because he had no other choice.

Now he had nothing to threaten him with anymore.

His father had been returned to him, and his freedom had also been returned to him.

What was there to cry about now?

The momentary helplessness was buried by the night. Li Yuliang’s breathing was a little heavy, and he didn’t say a word.

Song Jiting raised his arm, weakly covering his eyes, and opened his mouth hoarsely, with only one word: “Get out…”

Even the most despicable person at heart, at this point, should no longer have any illusions about people like Li Yuliang.

Li Yuliang’s mind was in chaos. Even he himself couldn’t tell whether he was scaring Song Jiting, trying to force him to leave in this way.

Or was he really a beast.

He unconsciously reached out towards the person beneath him, his strong arm trembling uncontrollably.

When his fingertip approached Song Jiting’s cheek, it seemed that the scar was too hideous, and he was unwilling to touch it. So, he withdrew his hand again.

This was probably the first time Li Yuliang was willing to listen to someone.

He was told to get out, and he really got out.

The wound on his leg was pulled, and when he got off the couch, Li Yuliang finally felt the pain.

The pain spread from the wound to his whole body, and hatred grew in his heart.

But Song Jiting knew who he should hate, but he didn’t know.

He turned around and walked to the doorway, raising his hand to open the door.

Suddenly, someone behind him got up in a hurry, and messy footsteps rushed over, blocking his way.

With tears still wet, Song Jiting stared at him with red eyes, like an enemy.

Li Yuliang didn’t have much reason left.

“What are you doing?” He asked Song Jiting.

Song Jiting’s pale lips moved, wanting to say something, but words couldn’t express his feelings at this time.

He raised his hand and pushed heavily on Li Yuliang.

Li Yuliang took half a step back, not fighting back.

Song Jiting’s eyes turned red, and he punched Li Yuliang’s chest again.

“Li Yuliang, why are you so cheap? When you’re hurt, you run here to pretend, what’s wrong, have you fallen out of favor so quickly? This is my place, who allowed you to come here and think about others? Shameless, why don’t you go die…”

He saw the wound on Li Yuliang’s leg.

It was so late, Grand Eunuch Li was not in the palace accompanying the emperor he was so loyal to, his leg bleeding, running to this desolate place to be sentimental, the reason was not difficult to guess.

And Li Yuliang endured the beatings, retreating again and again, but was not angered. Instead, with each curse, his breathing became heavier and his heart beat faster and faster.

Until Song Jiting forced him into the corner and still refused to give up, he raised his palm fiercely. Before the slap fell, Li Yuliang finally grabbed his wrist.

“Have you hit enough?”

He still wasn’t willing to be gentle. Without waiting for Song Jiting to answer, he pulled him backhand and pressed him against the wall.

Song Jiting’s back was against his chest. Before he had time to feel the exaggerated heartbeat, the clothes on his body were completely torn off.

He struggled desperately, but couldn’t escape Li Yuliang’s physical cage.

Li Yuliang turned his chin over and kissed him savagely.

“Why don’t you leave? What are you doing here?”

Song Jiting had already answered just now. He stayed because he wanted to kill him.

But this was not the answer Li Yuliang wanted to hear.

During the pulling, his lips were bitten by Song Jiting, but he continued to kiss him without knowing it.

While kissing, he repeated the same question, “Why don’t you leave? Tell me, don’t you hate me to death? Don’t you dream of escaping from me?”

Cold hands roamed over his body, and Song Jiting groaned uncomfortably.

The painful sound was particularly aphrodisiac in Li Yuliang’s ears.

Song Jiting had no strength left.

He stopped struggling, and refused to kiss Li Yuliang again, his forehead pressed against the hard wall, not crying, nor speaking.

Unexpectedly, the beastly eunuch didn’t force him anymore. He stopped his movements, buried his face in his neck, hugged his waist, closed his eyes, and his breathing was annoying.

His body was too thin, and Li Yuliang didn’t dare to use force, fearing that the faint warmth would dissipate with a little force.

In a daze, Li Yuliang remembered the person he had fallen in love with at first sight.

He was right here, but he was no longer the person he used to be.

Song Jiting turned his back to him. After a long silence, he opened his mouth tiredly: “Li Yuliang, can you tell me, how can a person’s heart be so bad…”

Li Yuliang tightened his arms and bit his shoulder.

The bite was very light, not even leaving a mark.

Song Jiting lowered his head, and the protruding shoulder blades moved painfully.

He asked Li Yuliang: “Why, destroy me, and then throw me away…”