bigabreads Chapter 54 Flowing Ink! The yandere seventh brother's fingers were stained black, and he trembl
Chapter 54 Flowing Ink! The yandere seventh brother's fingers were stained black, and he trembl
In the afternoon, at the "Ink Pond Garden" of Guigu Academy.
A "Brushwork Competition" is being held here.
It was supposed to be a contest of calligraphy, but it was really just a display of wealth by these rich kids.
"Please look, everyone! This is 'Dragon Incense Ink' that my father specially obtained from Huizhou!" The young master Zhang, who had been defeated time and time again, was now like a rooster injected with chicken blood, standing on the platform shouting.
He held up a gilded inkstick, his face radiating arrogance: "One tael of gold for one tael of ink! The ink ground from it is infused with gold dust! When written on paper, it's like dragons and phoenixes dancing in the wind, exuding an air of nobility!"
The surrounding students gasped in envy. "Wow, they're really rich."
"This ink smells like money... no, like wealth!"
Young Master Zhang grinded the ink a few times with a smug look, and the ink did indeed shimmer with a golden light, but... it was a bit tacky.
He glanced provocatively at the Qin family group in the corner: "Second Young Master Qin, since you've entered the academy, you must have brought your writing implements, right?"
"I wonder what kind of ink you poor... cough, simple people use? Is it soot from the bottom of a pot mixed with water? Hahaha!"
Qin Mo pushed up his glasses, not even glancing at him, before he could say anything.
"It's so noisy." A gloomy, hoarse voice, as if drifting from a cellar, rang out.
Behind the Qin brothers, the young man who had always been wrapped in a black robe, head bowed, and seemingly out of place among his surroundings, slowly walked out. The seventh brother, Qin An.
His face was so pale it was almost transparent, with two faint dark circles under his eyes, giving him a fragile, almost sickly appearance. He hated crowds. He hated noise.
I despise these idiots who reek of vulgarity. If my sister-in-law hadn't said that my second brother needed good ink for his studies, he wouldn't have bothered to take out the ink he'd made at the pharmacy.
"Xiao Qi, don't be afraid." Su Wan stood behind him, gently squeezing his cold palm, her voice gentle: "Go, let them see what real 'calligraphy' is."
Qin An felt the warmth from his palm, and a glimmer of light flashed in his previously gloomy eyes. He nodded, as obedient as a black cat: "Yes. I'll listen to you, sister-in-law."
He walked to the table, ignoring the disdainful look in Young Master Zhang's eyes.
He pulled a small black bottle from his pocket. It was plain, without any gold trim or carvings, as simple as a bottle containing poison.
"I mixed this myself." Qin An's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling undertone: "It's called... Flowing Light."
"Flowing light? Hahahaha!" Young Master Zhang laughed until his stomach hurt. "I think it's pus, isn't it? This dark liquid, it's probably not what this sickly fellow coughed up..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin An uncorked the bottle.
There was no stench as I had imagined. Instead, there was an extremely faint, cool scent, yet carrying a subtle medicinal fragrance, which instantly filled the entire Ink Pond Garden. This scent was like a pine forest after a snowfall, or like an epiphyllum blooming in the dead of night; one whiff and it would clear your mind completely!
Qin An picked up the bottle of ink and slowly poured it into the white jade inkstone.
"Splash..." A viscous black liquid flowed out.
The next second... the entire room was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.
Under the sunlight, the black ink unexpectedly shimmered with a strange and beautiful purple halo!
As the ink flows, the halo changes unpredictably, like the starry night sky being poured into the inkstone, the Milky Way shining brightly and radiantly!
"My God..." The students who had just been mocking him were now gaping, like ducks being choked. "This...this is ink?"
"This is clearly a replica of the Milky Way!"
"This luster...this texture...compared to this, Young Master Zhang's gold-flecked ink is nothing more than mud used by nouveau riche!"
Young Master Zhang's face turned deathly pale, and the "Dragon Incense Ink" in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, shattering into pieces.
Qin An didn't even glance at the group. He picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and the ink clung to the brush without dripping, smooth and lustrous like jade.
He casually drew a circle on the paper. After the circle dried completely, it surprisingly revealed a three-dimensional sheen, like a black hole that seemed to suck one's soul in.
"Garbage." Qin An threw down his pen and gave a professional evaluation of the shattered Dragon Fragrance Ink on the ground.
While everyone was still reeling from the shock, an accident occurred—or rather, an "accident" that a certain yandere had planned for a long time.
When Qin An was putting the cork on the bottle, his hand "accidentally" trembled.
"Clatter." The bottle tipped over. Although it didn't spill on the table, it spilled all over his hands.
The thick, jet-black "flowing ink" flowed down his pale, bloodless fingertips, staining his nails black, seeping into the spaces between his fingers, and finally leaving several shocking black streaks on the back of his jade-like hand.
White and black.
The extreme contrast. The visual impact carries an indescribable, perverse beauty and eroticism.
"Ah!" Qin An exclaimed, raising his dirty hand and turning to look at Su Wan.
The domineering air of "looking down on all living beings" vanished instantly, replaced by a wronged look that seemed about to bring her to tears.
"Sister-in-law..." "It's dirty."
"It won't wash off...it's so uncomfortable."
He's a germaphobe. Even the slightest bit of dirt can drive him crazy.
At this moment, his gloomy eyes were filled with tears, the corners of his eyes were red, and he stared pitifully at Su Wan, like a little white rabbit that had fallen into a coal pile.
"Oh dear! How could you be so careless?" Su Wan was heartbroken.
These were the precious hands of the seventh brother, the hands he used to hold silver needles and prepare herbs! She quickly took out the handkerchief she always carried with her, which was still damp with some spiritual spring water.
"Don't move, let me wipe it for you." Su Wan grasped his wrist. It was icy cold to the touch.
She wrapped her fingers in a handkerchief and began to wipe the ink off his hands, bit by bit.
This "Radiant Ink" has extremely strong adhesion (after all, it's enhanced with system black technology). It simply can't be wiped off with a light touch. Su Wan could only apply a little more force.
Through a thin handkerchief, her fingertips rubbed back and forth between the sensitive gaps in her fingers. In. Out. Rotating.
"Hiss—" Qin An suddenly gasped, his body trembling violently.
His fingers are too sensitive.
As a doctor, his fingertips had ten times the sensitivity of an ordinary person. At this moment, every bit of force and friction from Su Wan felt like an electric current, drilling directly into his spine from his fingertips, making his scalp tingle!
"Gently... gently..." Qin An's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice hoarse beyond words.
He lowered his eyelids, looking at Su Wan's downcast eyes and how earnestly she held his hands, as if she were polishing some rare treasure.
A dark, twisted sense of satisfaction grew wildly within him.
My sister-in-law's hands are so warm. She's touching me. Only I am there.
"There's...more here." Qin An's voice trembled, his eyes glazed as he spread his fingers: "Sister-in-law...it's so itchy between my fingers." "Wipe it clean for me..."
Su Wan didn't think much of it, assuming he was genuinely itchy.
She tucked the handkerchief deep between his fingers and rubbed it vigorously.
"Hmm... Hah..." A muffled groan, barely suppressed yet still escaping from deep within his throat, instantly echoed throughout the quiet Ink Pond Garden.
That voice... it's too seductive. Too easy to misunderstand.
The students who had been studying the ink all turned around, their faces flushed. This…this is wiping hands? The noise sounds like…you know what?!
Qin Mo pushed up his glasses, his gaze deep as he watched the scene. Seventh Brother. He's really putting on a convincing act.
The ink could have been washed off with water, but he insisted that his sister-in-law wipe it off by hand. What a... scheming, sickly fellow.
"Alright, alright! If you can't wipe it off, you can wash it when we get back!" Su Wan also noticed the strange atmosphere around her, her face turned as red as a shrimp, and she quickly let go of her hand.
However, Qin An grabbed her wrist with his other hand. That was the first time he had shown such strong aggression.
That half-black, half-white hand gripped Su Wanhao's pale wrist tightly, leaving several black finger marks. It was as if... he had marked his sister-in-law.
"Sister-in-law." He leaned closer to her, his clear black and white eyes swirling with a chilling possessiveness: "I'm dirty." "You're dirty too." "We...are the same now."
Su Wan's heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, Lao Qi was like a venomous snake coiled around you, dangerous yet breathtakingly beautiful.
[Beep! "Yandere" traits detected! Heart fluttering!]
[Target: Qin An (Seventh Brother). Status: Skin is thirsty + urge to dye his sister-in-law's skin black!]
[Heartbeat Value: +220! Obtain "Premium Tranquilizing Fragrance Formula" + "Skin Sensitivity Potion"!]
"Let go." Qin Lie walked over, grabbed Qin An's wrist, and separated the two.
He frowned, his eyes as cold as ice, as he looked at the dark marks on Su Wan's wrist: "Go back and wash it clean." "If you get your sister-in-law dirty again, you'll lose this hand."
Qin An withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and resumed his gloomy and socially awkward demeanor. But from an angle where no one could see, he gently brought the hand, still warm and fragrant with Su Wan's body heat, to his nose.
I took a deep breath.
It smells so good. This ink... doesn't need washing.
Let it stay as it is.
This is the trace his sister-in-law left for him...