Our Binding Love: My Gentle Tyrant

Chapter 7 – Do I Have to Kill Him (2)

When she thought of the original host’s end, which was to be thrown and devoured cruelly by the tiger, her delicate steamed bun face crumpled up.

Apparently, although she saved the male protagonist, still… killing him is the best choice for her sake.

Actually, there is another way… that is, according to the voice who would whisper in her ear: find the map of the ‘city boundary’ in order to go back. After reading the book, it was crystal clear to her that this city boundary map is a rare treasure map which can only be obtained by the male protagonist.

However, this other choice was too time-consuming and laborious—she was in a hurry to go back. She really didn’t want to find any ghost map. Therefore, she had to apologize to him.

After repeatedly strengthening her belief, she still felt a little hesitant. At this point, she really didn’t know which of the two options she was considering doing.

At this moment when Mo Linyuan saw her bulging face frown, he suddenly wanted to laugh scornfully…

He did not know how to describe the feeling of narrowly escaping from death. Before, when he was held down by Official Liu, he had the thought of ways to dismember Ye Mu’s body for a thousand of times to keep him sane. But after seeing Ye Mu rush in, these kinds of thoughts suddenly disappeared from his mind.

Because the moment she stepped foot inside, the first thing she looked for—was him.

It was obvious to him that she came for him.

But why? Why would she take a huge risk to save him when in the first place she sent him here herself?

Ye Mu took out the rag filled with his blood from his mouth and frowned, “Hey, this Young lady asks you, do you hate me for having treated you like this?”

Ye Mu decided to simplify matters. She decided that if he said that he hated her, then she would go with the first option and kill him. On the other hand, if he didn’t say the word hate, then she’ll put off this discussion until later.

Mo Linyuan coughed and bled as soon as he tried to speak. Official Liu had been very fierce, digging a knife on his shoulder just to subdue him. He was injured internally, and his body ached all over. Ye Mu couldn’t help frowning at this. She wanted to reach for a handkerchief but thought against it. Unbeknownst to her, the maidservants behind her secretly looked at her back with a strange look.

Did the Young lady just ask a slave if he hated her? Is there even a slave in this residence who doesn’t hate her? Moreover, the young slave Aji was brought into the mansion by the young lady, who had tortured him numerous times before. Isn’t it a little too late for her to ask him whether he hates her or not?

It was only after a while when Mo Linyuan stopped coughing, that he asked in a hoarse voice, “To hate or not hate… what’s it to you?”

Ye Mu pursed her lips. It just so happened that there was an imperial bodyguard to her side helping with the cleanup—she tiptoed as she passed and swiftly pulled out the bodyguard’s sword.

Shiing goes the sound of the blade being drawn out of its sheath. For the surrounding people, it made the hair on one’s skin rise.

Everyone thought this little devil was unhappy again, so they all promptly knelt and shouted, “Young lady, spare this life! Young lady, please forgive!”

At this moment because of her, the busy people in the hall were all prostrating on the ground. Only she, a small bean with a sword, stood. She seriously stared at Mo Linyuan, the tip of the sword also pointed at him.

“If you hate me, I will kill you! If you are willing to let this be, then… I will not kill you for the time being!”

The servant girls all bowed down because of her words. If she threatened others with a sword, the other party in question should immediately say “I don’t hate you”, isn’t that right?

But what is really on this boy’s mind? Does she know?

Mo Linyuan sat up slowly and straightened up. The unblinking, dark, inky eyes instantaneously looked at her. In a firm voice, he said only one word:

“Hate.”

If it weren’t for Ye Mu, the people who protected him wouldn’t have died, he wouldn’t have been reduced to a slave, he wouldn’t have been almost humiliated by that animal—how could he not hate her for the things she has done?

But in fact, he knew that his feelings for her were not only hate but something more complex and contradicting, which started the moment she had entered that door.

Hearing this, Ye Mu frowned. If this was the case, then she thought, he shouldn’t blame her for what she was about to do!

Her eyes flashed with decisive murder. She took a deep breath, and in the next second, the blade thrust forward with killing intent! All the people subconsciously closed their eyes; they didn’t want to see the next blood splattered three feet in front of them.

The little slaves around them were crying and screaming in fear once again.

But the imagined tragedy did not happen.

Ye Mu held the sword in her hands, her eyebrows knitted in a tight frown.

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