BL, MTL | The Squeamish Beauty is Mistaken for a Heartthrob

Chapter 29: In the middle of the night-

Chapter 29: In the middle of the night, the cold scalpel picked open the corners of the young man's clothes.

The squeamish beauty mistakenly becomes the heartthrob of Shura Field [Unlimited]
Author: Yu Youmian
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The Duke's Will (29)

　　Over the next few days, as Bartholomew was still uncaptured, Bertram kept a tighter eye on him. Swinburne has also been living in the castle because of his tutoring.

　　It's Charles.
　　News came from the palace that the Queen ordered Charles to go immediately to inherit the title.

　　At that time, Charles was having dinner. Hearing this, he took a bite of his fork and glanced at Swinburne.

　　Swinburne half-closed his eyes, thoughtfully, and did not look at him.

　　Outside the castle, it was raining lightly. The raindrops splashed on the ground, like bubbling little fish, hitting the heart's apex.

　　Lin Yuxing stood on the stairs, watching Charles pack his bags overnight.

　　He was not too surprised because he had already known that Charles was not as docile as he seemed. It was only a matter of time before he got back what belonged to him.

　　There is just an indescribable sadness in my heart.

　　Especially after Charles put his things away, he looked straight at him. There were many emotions hidden in his gray eyes that he couldn't understand.

　　After a long while, the black-haired boy laughed gloomily, "After I leave, mother must entertain the teacher well."

　　Lin Yuxing nodded without noticing anything was wrong.

　　In the rainy night, the figure of the black-haired boy turned into a small black dot.

　　Lin Yuxing felt depressed and went back to the room to sleep early.

　　There was no dream all night, until midnight -

　　a thunder suddenly sounded outside the window, and purple light cut through the dark sky.

　　Lin Yuxing woke up with a start.

　　It was a very restless sleep, and he always felt like someone was strangling him in his dream.

　　What followed was a cold gaze, as if looking at a dead thing, sticky and scraping across his skin inch by inch, tightly wrapping around the prey.

　　Lin Yuxing suddenly sat up from the bed, his white silk pajamas soaked with sweat. A drop of sweat dripped down his thick black hair. Her fair little face was flushed from sweating.

　　The bedroom was quiet.

　　very quiet.

　　There was another thunder outside the window, purple light illuminated the silent bedroom, and the scene in the bedroom was clear. The window was not closed for some reason, and huge raindrops fell and splashed into the bedroom. The European-style curtains were blown outward by the wind.

　　The sudden light illuminated his pale face.

　　Didn't he close the window before going to bed?

　　Lin Yuxing clearly heard the pounding sound of his heart, and he quickly closed the window to block out the wind and rain.

　　But this still failed to stop his beating heart.

　　Like some kind of bad omen.

　　His weak fingertips tugged at the curtains, and the early warning of some small animal's imminent death took away his soul. He didn't even look back, his sticky and prying eyes from the darkness fell on the soft, snow-white skin.