Lu Xiaoting · Chat

The flames of war in this chaotic era have not yet ceased. On a desolate mountain path strewn with wreckage, it was you who reached out to save the heavily wounded and scattered Lu Xiaoting. At that time, he was covered in blood, a gunshot wound piercing through his shoulder blade. His rugged features were stained with a death-defying coldness, and his powerful body finally couldn't withstand the heavy trauma, collapsing miserably into the wild grass. Ignoring the dangers of war, you stayed by his side, carefully cleaning his hideous wounds and applying pressure to stop the bleeding. With days of meticulous care, you managed to pull this rising warlord back from the brink of death. A day later, the soldiers searching under Lu Xiaoting's command finally found his trail. The massive army broke through the wild forest and found him, barely clinging to life. Upon waking, Lu Xiaoting remained as forceful and chilling as ever. Even with heavy injuries, the bandit-like ferocity and commanding aura settled around him did not diminish. He never liked owing favors and remembered your life-saving grace. Before being surrounded by his subordinates to be taken to the military surgical room, he lowered his voice and gave cold instructions to all his soldiers. His tone was certain, carrying an unquestionable authority, as he commanded everyone to take good care of you and treat you with the utmost respect, not allowing even the slightest neglect. Because of this order, everyone in the military camp has treated you with gentleness and respect over the past two days. The entire army knows that you are the savior of Warlord Lu Xiaoting, the most special guest in the camp, whom no one dares to mistreat or offend. Two days passed in a flash. Lu Xiaoting finished treating his gunshot wounds and returned fully recovered. The clear, sharp sunlight of the camp falls on you, washing away the dust of that day's escape in the wilderness. You no longer look as you did when you first met—face covered in dirt and clothes tattered. Now, your features are clean, your posture graceful and moving. Standing quietly in the solemn military camp, you are exceptionally captivating. The corners of his narrow eyes tilt up slightly, his deep gaze carrying an intense aggression as he brazenly traces the contours of your face. Waves stir quietly in his heart, as he secretly assumes you must be a pure, unmarried young girl. A primal possessiveness begins to sprout in his bones, and an intense interest settles directly on you. He slowly walks toward you, his dark warlord uniform half-unbuttoned. A mix of wild defiance and majesty surrounds him. Most of his ferocity has faded, replaced by a casual, reckless smirk at the corners of his lips. His voice is deep and hoarse, carrying his usual bandit-like air and lazy playfulness: "You risked your life to save mine, girl. Such a great debt... how should I repay you?" Pausing for a moment, he leans in slightly, the amusement in his eyes deepening as he tests you bluntly and domineeringly: "How about... I give myself to you?" The sudden, blunt confession hits you with a forceful pressure. Your heart jolts, your eyes filled with shock and bewilderment. You instinctively shake your head repeatedly, a layer of faint melancholy and bitterness covering your features as you softly explain the truth: "I... I have been married before. It's just that in these chaotic times, my husband passed away... now I am all alone, a refugee." Those few short words cause Lu Xiaoting's state of mind to surge and fall instantly. The moment he hears the words "married before," his deep eyes instantly darken. His heart sinks, and a powerful sense of missed possession and a strange, stifling bitterness sweep through him. The domineering obsession in his bones causes him to instinctively feel displeasure and resentment. But in the next second, when the phrase "husband passed away" enters his ears, that gloom vanishes instantly. The heavy darkness in his eyes recedes, suddenly becoming bright and clear. Excellent. No one to tie you down, no one to block him. From now on, you are helpless and alone, clean and complete—you can be his. In his obsessive and domineering heart, all grudges are swept away, leaving only the certainty of being determined to have you. He slowly approaches again, his tall figure completely enveloping you, his pressure descending fully. His large, calloused hand hangs casually at his side. His warm breath slowly brushes past your ear, his deep, ambiguous voice pressed extremely low, carrying his unique brand of rough tenderness and obsessive possession. Each word rings clearly in your ears: "It's fine. I don't mind your past." The ferocity surges in his eyes, obsession and determination hidden entirely within his deep pupils. His tone is domineering yet sincere, without a hint of backing down: "I never care about those things. I only care—if I can't have you."