My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 19p3

Chapter 19 Part 3: Tell everyone we kissed. 

The two looked at each other for a few moments. He suddenly reached out. Yan Jingyu’s vision blurred, and his body slammed forward heavily. When he came back to his senses, he saw his face up close.

The man’s hand was on the back of his neck, his thumb pinching the arteries on both sides of his neck, causing pain. He held his breath and looked at the other’s dark pupils, which were tinged with crimson. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he found that the other was pouring a cup of something into his mouth.

Yan Jingyu quickly turned his face and covered his mouth with his hand. Liao Chen coughed twice, and the illusion on his body disappeared due to his distraction, revealing a pale face and equally pale lips. Yan Jingyu took a quick glance at him and cursed inwardly. This dog thing’s desire for revenge is too strong. His body hasn’t fully recovered, and he’s already impatient to poison me.

Liao Chen couldn’t pull his hand away. He suddenly lifted him by the back of his neck and pressed him onto the white jade bed. Yan Jingyu, caught off guard, bumped his elbow painfully. Liao Chen took the opportunity to pull his hand away, lifted his knees to press down on his two arms, and while panting with his ruined lungs, he pinched his mouth open and forcefully poured the cup of liquid in.

Yan Jingyu immediately choked. He clearly felt the cold liquid slide down his esophagus. His heart went cold. He promptly closed his throat and pursed his lips tightly.

Liao Chen glanced at the empty cup in his hand, threw it away, and got off him, panting. Yan Jingyu moved his pressed-down arms, his eyes constantly darting around, his face also a little pale.

Liao Chen finally saw the expression he wanted on his face, and the corners of his lips couldn’t help but curve. The next instant, Yan Jingyu suddenly pounced on him.

His neck was hugged tightly, and a pair of soft lips were pressed against his.

Liao Chen’s pupils contracted, and his whole body trembled. The hand that was about to push him away paused. Yan Jingyu had already forcefully pressed him down on the bed and took the opportunity to pass the remaining poisonous wine in his mouth over.

Liao Chen’s throat rolled, and he swallowed unconsciously.

The next instant, Yan Jingyu had propped himself up and separated from him, his two eyes staring at him without blinking.

Both their lips were a little wet. Liao Chen’s expression was dazed, while Yan Jingyu’s was one of inquiry and seriousness.

He was waiting for the poison to take effect.

Although his body hadn’t reacted at all yet, he was sure that what Liao Chen had given him was definitely not something good. Since it wasn’t something good, what was the harm in sharing a little with Liao Chen?

Even if he was about to die, he could still disgust him fiercely.

Liao Chen’s throat rolled again. Yan Jingyu tilted his head uncertainly.

What on earth had Liao Chen given him… This medicine, wasn’t it taking a little too long to take effect?

Liao Chen suddenly opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Yan Jingyu was confused and said subconsciously, “…”

He was stunned for a moment, looking at Liao Chen. Liao Chen also looked at him silently.

Yan Jingyu opened his mouth again. “…?…???”

A quarter of an hour later, the two of them sat separately at the head and foot of the white jade bed. Liao Chen had his arms crossed, his brow gloomy.

Yan Jingyu frowned, biting his lip back and forth.

He had never dreamed that the ‘reward’ Liao Chen had given him was not some intestine-rupturing, heart-devouring, certain-death poison, but a bottle of silent poison that would make him unable to speak again.

Then why did he have to go to such lengths…

“I knew you had intentions of clinging to me.”

“…” Although Liao Chen had also swallowed the silent poison, he could still use his spiritual energy to transmit his voice, but he couldn’t.

Liao Chen touched the inside of his lip with the tip of his tongue and transmitted coldly, “Now, what do you have to say?”

“…” What else can I say?! Yan Jingyu looked around, crawled down to get a brush and paper, and came back to write: Where is the antidote?

“This Lord is fine.”

Yan Jingyu glanced at his contemptuous expression and wrote again: If you don’t give me the antidote, I’ll tell everyone we kissed.

Liao Chen’s face stiffened for a moment, then he sneered. “You can’t speak.”

—Unless you can stare at me forever, or never let me see anyone else, otherwise I will definitely be able to…

Before he could finish writing, he was directly flipped off the bed. Yan Jingyu rolled on the ground twice and heard him say, “Then I will stare at you forever.”

Yan Jingyu sat on the ground, looking at his pale face, his gaze shifting.

Liao Chen was wary.

Yan Jingyu patted his butt and climbed up from the ground, making a move to leave. He knew very well that if he wanted to get the antidote, now was the best time. Yin Shi was not here, and Liao Chen was seriously injured. Judging from the fact that even the illusion on his body was difficult to maintain, if he fought him with all his might, he still had a good chance of winning.

But how to fight, that was the question.

Suddenly, he turned around again and pounced on Liao Chen—

Before he even reached the bed, he was swatted away by the other’s sleeve. Yan Jingyu rolled on the ground again, then pounced at the other again without any discouragement. Liao Chen waved his sleeve again, but this time, he moved his body at the same time and let out a heavy cough. A hint of blood seeped from the corner of his lips, and his breathing was also clearly much heavier.

His expression was a mixture of confusion and doubt.

When Yan Jingyu climbed up and pounced on him for the third time, he finally transmitted his voice: “What… are you doing?!”

The sound transmission was sluggish. Yan Jingyu once again felt the resistance of the spiritual energy, but he easily overcame it, and then fiercely grabbed Liao Chen’s ankle. Liao Chen reflexively slapped him away. Yan Jingyu lunged forward again, taking the opportunity to press him down under him, his lips once again pressing towards his—

Liao Chen’s whole body tensed, and he forgot to transmit his voice for a moment.

He looked at the exquisite face so close to him, his pupils contracted, his fingers also clenched tightly, and his breathing became extremely restrained.

But this time, Yan Jingyu only made a move to kiss him, and quickly pulled back a little. He held Liao Chen’s wrist and looked at the man under him. The other was already healing, his hair was messy, and now a few strands were stuck to his cold-sweat-covered face, looking a little… harmless.

Yan Jingyu smiled, deliberately making a move to get closer to him again. Liao Chen turned his head away, his eyelashes also trembling silently.

Yan Jingyu glanced at the side of his neck, which was soaked in cold sweat, his eyes darkening. He couldn’t speak, so it was difficult to express his meaning. After thinking for a few moments, he lifted his leg and pressed down on one of his arms.

Liao Chen: “…”

He frowned. Yan Jingyu adjusted his position, stretched out his finger, and began to draw on his face.

The Demon Lord Liao’s skin was smooth and firm, a layer of moisture from the sweat on his skin. The fingertip sliding on it felt as if it were being gently sucked. Liao Chen’s brow furrowed even tighter, his breathing far more chaotic than before. The artery on the side of his neck throbbed, and there were faint hints of pinions appearing and disappearing.

Yan Jingyu even felt the skin all over his body tremble uncontrollably.

…He’s this angry.

Yan Jingyu flicked his forehead. The pain brought Liao Chen back to his senses. His slightly contracted pupils half-closed, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and resentment.

Yan Jingyu paused, then drew on his face with his finger again. This time, he used more force. Liao Chen finally realized, belatedly, that he was writing—

Antidote.

He took a light breath, a familiar mockery overflowing in his eyes. Even if he didn’t speak, Yan Jingyu could read it: In your dreams.

Yan Jingyu had no choice but to write again. The soft pad of his finger pressed on his cheek. Liao Chen’s eyelashes were half-closed, his fingers clenched. When he realized what the two words were, he suddenly looked at Yan Jingyu, his expression shocked and fierce, as if he couldn’t believe he would threaten him like this, and at the same time, was completely enraged by it.

Yan Jingyu raised an eyebrow at him and brought his lips closer for the third time. Liao Chen had to turn his head away again. He tried to move the arm that was being pressed down by the other’s knee.

To him, Yan Jingyu’s body shouldn’t be so heavy… Even if he was already seriously injured, it shouldn’t be impossible.

But the fact was that at this moment, Yan Jingyu seemed to weigh a thousand catties, pressing him down so he couldn’t move.

—Kiss, you.

Why is this fiend so stubborn? Yan Jingyu glanced at the other’s pale lips. To be honest, Liao Chen was actually very handsome. But he had dared to kiss the other just now purely with the thought of “if I die, you’re not living alone.” To ask him to kiss the other again now, he really couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Yan Jingyu reached out again. This time, his finger slid to Liao Chen’s earlobe and deliberately flicked it. The side of the other’s neck once again had pinions flashing. Yan Jingyu was suddenly stunned. For some reason, this scene felt strangely familiar…

As if possessed, he went to stroke the patch of pinions. The body under him suddenly tensed and trembled. The pinions gradually took shape there, hard and a little scratchy. Yan Jingyu tentatively reached his finger into the base of the feathers—

Liao Chen suddenly let out a muffled grunt and instantly erupted with even greater strength. Yan Jingyu quickly used all his strength to press down on him, and before he could be flipped over, he had him trapped under him again.

Liao Chen gasped for breath, the sweat on his body already soaking his clothes.

His eyes were also moist. Yan Jingyu glanced at him and for some reason, he looked a little… wronged?

Just as he was doubting if he had seen wrongly, a small white bottle suddenly flew in front of him.

Yan Jingyu took it in his hand and first poured one out, stuffing it into his mouth.

He observed Liao Chen. The other’s long lashes were tightly closed, sweat beading on his forehead and temples. After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse, “Get off me.”

It’s really the antidote.

Yan Jingyu revealed a smile, swallowed one, and then directly pocketed the rest.

After clearing his throat, he moved the knee that was pressing down on his arm, tidied his hair for him, and said in a good-natured tone, “I’m sorry, don’t be—”

“Get lost—!”

This shout was mixed with spiritual energy. Yan Jingyu was directly flipped off the bed. He scrambled up and ran out of the back hall like a rabbit.

Leaving behind a room of gasping breaths of a near-death survival.