Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

His warm breath came closer. Xia Ruoxin numbly lay down. She closed her eyes shut and waited for the torture to begin. However, there was no sign of movement from the man beside her.

She opened her eyes. The man was looking at her with contempt. "You really thought that I liked to touch you?" he sneered. He turned around to cover himself with the blanket.

Xia Ruoxin tugged at the corner of the blanket and squeezed herself into a ball. The two of them were lying so close on the bed but there was no love between them—only hatred.

What she was not aware was that Chu Lui, who had his back towards her, was tightly holding his fingers. A look of slight embarrassment flashed across his eyes. He realized that he had just shown compassion towards the woman.

Especially the way she had behaved. He had been that soft-hearted.

Soon, however, the corners of his lips curled up. No, she was afraid that he would torture her to her death. There would be a time for that.

Xia Ruoxin lightly shuddered, and her long eyelashes kept fluttering.

"Yixuan… Yixuan…" The frequent moaning reached her ears. The painful murmuring from the man beside her suddenly awakened her. Every mention of the name caused her heart a bout of spasm.

"Little brother…" Her mouth opened and closed but there was no sound.

She carefully reached out her hand and put it on the man's forehead. She could feel his perspiration.

She could feel her heart aching suddenly. Had he been like this every night thinking of the woman whom he had loved so deeply? If so, would it have comforted him and made him happier if she was the one who had died?

"Yixuan." He grabbed at her hand suddenly. The grip was so tight that she could not free herself. "Yixuan, how could you leave me behind? Did you know? I have waited for you for so many years. How could you leave me?"

The man's constant murmuring differed from his usual aloof self—the way he was behaving really made one's heart ache for him.

"Yixuan…" Chu Lui flipped himself over and pulled hard at the hand that was giving him warmth. Just like that, he pulled Xia Ruoxin and embraced her.

Then, a pair of warm lips covered her mouth. It did not prey on her. Rather, it was gentle and with love. However, the one he wanted was not her.

"Yixuan…" It was a voice full of passion that came out his lips. It made her feel even more pathetic. It was her first kiss from him, and yet he treated her as if she was somebody else.

She was not Xia Yixuan. She was Xia Ruoxin.

"Yixuan, I love you." He kissed her with urgency. It tasted sweet and soft. She was his Yixuan. She was not dead. She had not left him.

"Be a good girl, Yixuan. Don't cry." He tasted something salty on his lips, so he moved up to kiss her eyes. He embraced the woman tightly in his arms. He was clearly unaware that he was dreaming. He was even hallucinating. He only knew that he did not want to let go.

Despite that, the woman's cries got more dismal. The tears kept flowing. No one knew whose heart the tears had dampened or whose sentiment the tears had drowned.

Xia Ruoxin opened her eyes. Her long eyelashes slightly fluttered. It turned out he could be gentle, and she was willing to forfeit her life if she could have that gentleness.

Chu Lui kissed the woman in his arms with such longing and passion, and he then hugged her tight. After that, he had seemed to stop, there were no more movements from him. His breathing became consistent again. No one really knew the extent of what he had been suppressing in his heart.