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Chapter 185 You and Reversal, I have never confused them.
Fu Ying arrived at the bamboo house where Ni Zeng had lived. He paused for a long time before gently knocking on the door.

The bamboo house was completely silent, as if even the sound of the wind had frozen.

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow slightly, her fingertips gently stroking the patterns on her waist. As she pointed, Luo Heng hadn't left and was still inside the house.

"Luo Heng?" she called softly, then knocked on the door again.

After a while, it remained silent inside, with no one answering, but there were some faint rustling sounds.

Fuying lowered his gaze slightly before finally pushing open the door and entering.

The bamboo house was dimly lit, and the walls were completely blocked by vines, leaving almost no gaps.

She looked around and finally found Luo Heng in a corner.

He wrapped himself in vines like a large cocoon, as if trying to escape; nothing could be seen inside the airtight vines.

Fu Ying crouched down, placing her hand on the vines: "Luo Heng? Are you planning to suffocate yourself?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the vines grew serrated teeth, suddenly sprang up, and bit down hard on her wrist.

Fuying neither dodged nor flinched, letting the serrated vines pierce her skin. Blood fell onto the vines, and as if burned, the vines quickly retracted their serrated edges and retreated hastily.

Fu Ying's red lips curled up, and her blood-stained fingertips plunged straight into the vines, tearing them apart.

The vine cocoons have fallen apart, revealing the husks curled up inside.

He sat on the ground with his knees drawn up to his chest. His androgynous face was covered in bruises and welts, and there was still blood on the corner of his lips. He looked much more seriously injured than Bai Cang and the other two.

Thin vines entwined around him, as if offering him a final refuge.

Looking at his disheveled yet stubborn appearance, Fu Ying's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. She sighed softly, reached out and grabbed Luo Heng's wrist, pulling him up from the ground.

Luo Heng stiffened slightly, his gaze lingering on the still-bleeding wound on her wrist. In the end, he did not struggle and let her pull him to sit down on the bamboo bed.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Ying took out the ointment and gently applied it to the bruise on his cheekbone.

His face, stained with a riot of colors, should have been comical, but instead, his eyes were red-rimmed, brimming with tears, and he bit his red lips tightly, making his beauty truly undeniable. This uniquely delicate temperament of Luo Heng made him even easier to bully.

Luo Heng and Ni are completely different people; this is exceptionally clear at this moment.

Luo Heng's lips were pressed together until they turned white, and her clear purple eyes were fixed on Fu Ying without blinking. After a while, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't you dodge just now?"

Fu Ying's gaze was focused on the wound on his face. Hearing this, the corners of her eyes curved slightly, and she said softly, "Aren't you angry anymore?"

Luo Heng lowered her eyelashes and shook her head: "I hurt you, so it's only right that they teach me a lesson."

"Oh?" Fu Ying was slightly surprised, shaking her bloodied wrist: "Then why did you hurt me?"

Blood dripped onto Luo Heng's neck, meandering down her collarbone, bringing a touch of warmth.

Luo Heng shuddered and abruptly turned her face away, her long eyelashes casting uneasy shadows on her pale skin.

“I…” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and a complex expression churned in his purple eyes. He moved his lips, as if to say something, but in the end he just lowered his head in dejection, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: “…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

He was only angry for a moment.

In her mind, she and Dan Yue turned and left, decisively and without the slightest hesitation.

He clearly came back with her, but she ignored him.

The sudden vines were a result of her losing control in the heat of the moment, and by the time she came to her senses, they had already injured her. "It's alright," Fu Ying chuckled, wiping the blood from her wrist. After applying the medicine, the wound was almost invisible.

Her eyes crinkled into crescents, and her charming voice carried a hint of laughter: "To prevent you from getting beaten up again, I'd better heal myself."

Luo Heng paused, looked up at her smiling eyes, and after a long while, pursed her lips and asked, "Why?"

"Why what?" Fu Ying asked, puzzled. She then moved back and pointed to his collar, saying, "Pull it open so I can see if you have any more injuries."

Her relationship with Luo Heng is complicated now. Although they are still a contractual couple, they have no feelings for each other.

In this state, she couldn't very well touch him to undress him, even though she had seen his body many times before.

Seeing her avoidance of suspicion, Luo Heng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she shook her head: "It's nothing."

He got up and walked to the window, whispering, "I'm fine now, you can go."

"Are you really alright?" Fu Ying walked to his side and glanced at him.

Luo Heng curled her fingers, her knuckles turning bluish-white. She turned to look at her, her purple eyes reddening, and sneered, "You're clearly not sincere, yet you pretend to care about me? Are you looking at me now as if you're looking at a rebel?"

Fu Ying looked at Luo Heng, who suddenly erupted in anger, and her eyes flickered slightly.

This may be what is known as the chick complex.

Luo Heng, who always prefers to solve problems by escaping, met her first orc, "Fu Ying." Unfortunately, this encounter did not become salvation, but instead became another wound that was difficult to heal.

After leaving the oasis tribe, in order to survive in the cruel orc continent, his soul split into a reverse one, which he then hid in the deepest part of his consciousness with a clear conscience, only emerging to absorb the moonlight on moonlit nights.

The world has never shown him any kindness; no one has ever been good to him.

Even another self that split off from his soul wanted to kill him and take over this body.

Luo Heng is accustomed to escaping and retreating because he has never experienced the kindness of the world.

She was clearly the first person to lend him a helping hand, and perhaps due to the bond of their contract, their feelings became even more complicated. It wasn't so much liking as a kind of dependence.

When Bai Cang and the other two attacked him, she chose to let it go and watched coldly, even arriving late to visit him. To Luo Heng, this was an unspeakable neglect, so she threw a tantrum.

Fu Ying smiled slightly, the sunlight illuminating her porcelain-white skin and adding a touch of brilliance to her smile.

She shook her head, her voice soft: "Chapter 185 You and Ni, I have never confused them."

As she spoke, she raised her finger and gently wiped away the moisture from the corner of Luo Heng's eyes, chuckling softly, "Ni Ke won't cry."

Luo Heng's lips were tightly pressed together, and she looked at Fu Ying with anger.

"Here, there's medicine inside." Fu Ying flipped her wrist and tied a storage bag around Luo Heng's waist.

Luo Heng froze, about to speak, but Fu Ying had already turned and left.

He untied the small bag from his waist, held it in his hand, and gazed at it quietly.

Embroidered on it is a moonflower growing on the edge of a cliff. The moonlight shines down and covers the petals, and you can almost smell its rich fragrance. It is so lifelike that even the veins of each leaf overlap.

He knew that she had prepared one for each of her beast husbands.

So, is the one in his hand the reversed one, or his own?
Luo Heng's knuckles tightened unconsciously. After a long while, a self-deprecating smile appeared on her lips. She was cowardly and useless. If it weren't for Ni, why would she have brought him back?
(End of this chapter)