Jing stretched out his arms and used a little bit of strength, carrying Lu Cang bridal style while rising from a crouch.
"What are you doing...." Seeing the calm mask slip of Lu Cang's face, Jing felt he had picked the right approach
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"Don't you just love me so much? You love me until if you can't have me, you'd kill anyone who so much as attracts my attention?" Jing coolly insulted Lu Cang, and drew great pleasure from the feeling of the lightly quaking body in his arms.
"No! You can't do this!" As Jing lay Lu Cang on the cold stone bed, he finally realized what kind of torture Jing intended for him - this would tear his heart apart more than the slow death, hurt his body more than any other kind of torture and reawaken all those humiliating memories. He knew his body was too weak to withstand any of this anymore; he'd break asunder if Jing were to...
"Don't...", he shrilly screamed.
But Jing was so brutal, his eyes cold and without a trace of emotion. As if handling a lifeless object of pleasure, he viciously tore the clothes off Lu Cang's body, once again exposing his tantalizing honey-coloured skin to the cold air.
"No...", the last strand of Lu Cang's self-respect was finally cut by a stream of cold tears rolling down his cheeks. He has suffered this for far too long now, until he thought he had no more tears to shed because of Jing - but the realisation that Jing had no feelings for him whatsoever made him indescribably depressed.
Gazing at Jing's pale face through a thick layer of tears, he calmed his heart with great difficulty - he finally understood Jing's true intentions for sleeping with him, this horrible situation was finally coming to an end.
So much had already been taken from him that he could not even afford to give even a little bit of regret anymore.
Lu Cang let his emotions show in his eyes, unobscured by the tears, but Jing did not pay any attention to them - the thirst for revenge had blinded his heart. He withdrew a hairpin from his hair and swept his gaze across the knife-sharp point of the beautifully ornamented hairpin. Lu Cang quietly followed his gaze, calmly waiting for his next move.
"You think I'm going to kill you. " Jing laughed lightly," No, how can I? It's too cheap for you."
Note: Directly translated as cheap, but in context it means that death is too good for him.