Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 174 - 174 172 My Rabbit Wants to Drink Water

174: Chapter 172: My Rabbit Wants to Drink Water 174: Chapter 172: My Rabbit Wants to Drink Water The little rabbit, feeling guilty, averted its gaze, its drooping ears twitching.

Baili An looked at it from the left, and it tilted its head to the right.

When he looked from the right, it tilted its head to the left.

The two ears bounced up and down, flinging water droplets, clearly harboring some guilty secret.

Baili An simply turned its little head toward him and, meeting its eyes, said, “Enough playing around after you’re washed.

If you weren’t just a little rabbit, I would’ve suspected you were deliberately stalling.”

The little fellow’s dangling short legs stiffened slightly.

Under Baili An’s scrutinizing gaze, it had a sudden inspiration.

It cupped its paws and pretentiously wiped at its wet eyes, whimpering pathetically.

Its cry was so fake, and its whole body, drenched, clung to its bones, looking more dispirited and scruffy.

Baili An immediately felt a headache; it was his first time encountering such a spiritually cunning rabbit, imitating the tricks of young girls.

Such a feigned behavior…

But if an ordinary girl used such seductive tactics, Baili certainly wouldn’t be moved in the slightest.

Yet, somehow, when the rabbit did the same, wiping tears with its paws and its soft body slightly shaking in feigned sadness, it softened his heart.

He quickly found a large carrot from the bathtub and placed it in the rabbit’s embrace.

“There, there, no more crying, little rabbit.

Here’s a carrot for you to eat.”

Afu Tu hugged the carrot, its shoulders twitching; in its heart, it was quite speechless.

Who has ever placated someone with a large carrot…

A corpse demon and a rabbit were washed until they were fragrant as they left the bathtub.

Afu Tu raised its head to look at him, its gaze growing more helpless and sad.

A few segments of sandalwood burned, the incense big, and the lamp’s light dim and distant.

Baili An held the half-wet, half-dry rabbit, standing at the entrance of the folding screen.

Since his clothes retained the scent of death, he did not wear them again.

Li Jiujiu leaned against the headboard, her black hair flowing down, watching him, her mouth slightly open, unable to make a sound.

Under the lamplight, the exposed skin of the youth was an unhealthy pallor, a conspicuous sword scar on his chest, faintly red.

His body was evenly proportioned and slim, his narrow waist outlined smooth muscular lines, giving his pale skin a less fragile appearance.

His skin held droplets of water, sliding down his chest, as if the last remnant of the Mortal World was being carried away by those drops.

Li Jiujiu felt like she was admiring a piece of unsophisticated white jade.

So pale and clean, moist and cool, delicately beautiful, as if he belonged in a painting.

His black eyes, misted by the lamplight, seemed faint and distant, as if incapable of bearing the world’s dissonance.

It made one unable to resist the urge to take his hand, to bring him into this mundane Mortal World, to touch him properly.

Thinking so, Li Jiujiu took the initiative to get out of bed, no longer knowing the meaning of restraint as she pulled him onto the bed.

Baili An set the rabbit on the ground and motioned to it, whispering, “Little rabbit, go play by yourself for a while.”

The little rabbit silently conveyed in its heart that it wanted nothing more than to bite dead the woman on the bed!

The silvery moon hung high, the lamplight flickering.

The white gauze of the canopy flowed down from the silver hooks, only allowing a faint glimpse of the two shadows sitting opposite each other in the lamp’s reflection.

Li Jiujiu pulled out a towel she had prepared earlier, placed it on his head, and gently wiped his damp hair.

Baili An, wrapped in a plain-colored silk quilt, was docile like a large cat, bowing his head, letting her do as she wished.

The atmosphere in the air gradually grew stuffy, and Li Jiujiu didn’t know where to look.

While wiping his hair, her fingertips inadvertently touched his cheek, the skin under her fingers cold and desolate, yet it was impossible to associate it with a lifeless corpse.

Because the youth’s gaze was undoubtedly vibrant and bright.

Li Jiujiu really liked his eyes, so pure, like fresh ink on snow parchment.

But those eyes were too clear and untouched by any worldly desires.

It made a stark contrast to her own reflection in his eyes, her cheeks blushing red.

Li Jiujiu suddenly felt a bit unwilling.

Why was she the one unable to control herself tonight?

It wasn’t fair.

She wanted to tear through his composure, to see him blush while being unrestrained.

With these thoughts, the towel in her hand slipped, and she gently pushed on his chest, tipping the youth over onto the soft bedding.

She leaned down and lightly kissed his ear,

Baili An looked slightly dazed, catching the warmth at the corners of his lips.

Warm lips, cold flushed ears.

One hot, one cold, they were extremes of life and death.

Baili An awkwardly shifted his gaze away, his demeanor now bearing a resemblance to the rabbit from earlier.

He slowly inched upward, his eyes hazy, and suddenly blurted out something nonsensical, “I…

I’m a bit thirsty.

I’m going to get some water to drink.”

Li Jiujiu paused, her mouth opened to nibble at his ear but came up empty.

Baili An had never experienced anything like this; even though that night in the coffin, overcome by the seductive scent, he truly had no memory of the process.

He suddenly realized that learning these frivolous things seemed to be much more difficult than he had imagined.

His belly was full, but his throat inexplicably dry.

Nevermind learning; he decided to go out to drink water.

Li Jiujiu had undressed; how could she let him just run off, making it seem as if she held no allure.

Teeth lightly grinding, she suddenly caught Baili An’s wrist, pressed her soft body down on his chest, her gaze brimming with the luster of water, “Little deceiver, a corpse demon doesn’t drink water.”

Their bodies pressed close together, Li Jiujiu felt something, and her face turned suddenly red.

Baili An’s body stiffened even more, his speech incoherent, “Water, I don’t drink water as a corpse demon, but my rabbit, my rabbit needs water, its fur isn’t dry yet.”

Li Jiujiu gave him an odd look, “What does the rabbit matter at a time like this?”

The ‘unnecessary’ rabbit’s silhouette stood faintly outside the bed curtain.

Half-wet, half-dry fur still clung to its skin, and the lamplight cast a long, lonely shadow of the rabbit.

Holding the carrot, its solitary and dejected appearance truly was desolate and disheartened.

Li Jiujiu suddenly laughed and said, “Little An, don’t tell me you’ve chickened out.

Just a moment ago you were talking about being unwilling, and now, there really isn’t much for you to be unwilling about.”

Baili An suddenly stilled, then relaxed honestly, like a cat that suddenly had its fur smoothed, his ink-black brows slowly knitting together.

His awkward expression turned serious, and he nodded slightly, “I’m not thirsty anymore.”

Li Jiujiu burst into laughter, but the next moment, the laughter froze on her face.

“Eh?

No…

Little An, don’t pull my waist…”

Baili An replaced his reply with a breathy sound.

Li Jiujiu issued a voice of defiance, “We agreed I would take the lead…”

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The room’s lamplight seemed to intensify a degree with their stirring actions.

Neither of the two on the bed noticed that the lonely rabbit standing in the corner of the room had a shadow that, stretched by the lamp, suddenly lost control amidst Li Jiujiu’s flirtatious words.

The tiny shadow, like a restless soul, danced a silent, demonic dance on the ground.

Because it was silent, it was terrifying.

The rabbit, holding the carrot, had eyes that turned a frighteningly cold black color at some point.

In the reflected candlelight, the adhering shadows of intertwined bodies.

It was as if something important in its heart had been violently excavated, as if its most beloved possession was greedily Devoured by someone else.

The shadow under the rabbit burst with a prickling murderous intent, a delicate and dark human silhouette engulfing the rabbit’s shadow, and from its slender, fragile frame, eyes shone with a crazed, demonic light.

Baili An, with his hands on Li Jiujiu’s waist, suddenly felt something, raised his hand to sweep aside the bed curtain, and looked out.

The little rabbit he found stood there quietly, its small shadow under the light soft and swaying.

Clutching that big carrot, it looked at him with an innocent and pure gaze, tilting its head, an adorable sight that honestly knew nothing of what he was doing.