You are the first one to get into Triangle, then who am I?

"Xiangzi-chan again, Xiangzi-chan again, isn't it Xiangzi-chan who is making Xiaomu so upset now?

Xiangzijiang didn't care about Xiaomu's mood at all and was only thinking about himself.

Didn't Xiao Mu see how distraught Xiao Xia was that day? It was all Xiangzi's fault!

He said those words to Xiao Xia, hurting him so deeply, and now he shamelessly snatches Xiao Xia away from Xiao Mu!"

Her emotions gradually got out of control, and her expression became ferocious. Her originally delicate doll-like face now looked a little scary.

However, Ruoye Mu just gently smoothed his face and shook his head.

"Xiang is different now. Xia is very happy with her."

"So are you satisfied with this? Just watching Xiao Xia and Xiangzi-chan together?"

“…I chose this myself.”

Ruoye Mu's fingers gently brushed the mirror, leaving a trail of mist on the cold glass. The basement was dark, and the dim light made her figure appear elongated.

"Coward... If I find the chance, I will definitely ignore Xiao Mu's obstruction and firmly grasp Xiao Xia in my hands."

"Thank you……"

She knew that this person who had been by her side since she was a child really wanted to help her. It was even she who asked her to send a message to Sanjiao Chuxia that night.

But if it weren't for this, Ye Mu might not have fallen in love with Sanjiao Chuxia, and he wouldn't feel as uncomfortable as he does now.

………………

ps: I'm a bit stuck QWQ, but I've already made up my mind to let Chuxia escape from the tiger's den and fall into the wolf's mouth again (

ps2: I’m still used to calling her Metis. I’ll find a chance to come up with the name Metis.

Please vote for various things~

Chapter 132 Don’t Hate Me…

Sanjiao Chuhua put his change of clothes on his arm and turned to look at Sanjiao Chuxia who was sitting on the sofa.

"Then I'll go take a shower first, Xia will take a shower next."

"Ah."

He nodded, then continued to play the song sent by Wakaba Mu.

In the headphones, the prelude of the new song flows slowly, and the piano sound is as clear and cold as moonlight, making it difficult to tell whether it is dreamy or melancholic.

As the music progresses, the rhythm becomes stronger and the emotions gradually heat up. The melody is full of power and conflict, and the strong emotional tension makes him feel as if he is in a fierce inner struggle.

His fingers tapped the table unconsciously in rhythm, but his brows furrowed slightly.

I thought that the music composed by Wakaba Mu would enhance the emotions of "youthfulness", which is the most common and easiest to understand direction.

However, in the complete song she sent over, Sanjiao Chuxia could vaguely sense a bit of suppressed madness.

In the climax of the song, the guitar distortion effect added later and the violent rhythm are intertwined to form a shocking power.

It seems like shouting and roaring, full of explosiveness and infectiousness.

No wonder even Hai Ling said that Xiao Huanggua is a composing genius.

Sanjiao Chuxia took off her headphones, her chest still rising and falling with the lingering music. The only sound in the living room was the sound of the shower, making it exceptionally quiet.

The tip of the pen gently touched the paper of the notebook, but he couldn't write anything for a long time.

This song is so excellent, and the strong emotions contained in it make Sanjiao Chuxia feel a little at a loss as to where to start.

"In the end, it got stuck at my stage..."

He tapped his forehead lightly and his gaze returned to the blank lyrics book. The paper glowed faintly under the soft light, but there was still not a single extra word on it.

Gradually, Sanjiao Chuxia felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, as if a heavy burden was pressing on them. His head was nodding uncontrollably, and the pen in his hand drew a crooked mark on the lyrics book.

Here I am again, feeling sleepy, even though I have slept all morning.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the sleepiness, but it was in vain.

The sleepiness was like a surging tide, coming at him wave after wave, instantly extinguishing the little spark of clarity that had just ignited in him.

Sanjiao Chuxia's eyes gradually became blurred, and the music score on the mobile phone began to become blurry, as if a group of small ants were crawling around, and the pen in his hand fell on the coffee table with a "click".

In a trance, he smelled a faint fragrance.

Sanjiao Chuhua, who was only wrapped in a bath towel, stood beside him at some point and gently helped him up.

"Xia, it's time to rest." Her voice was as soft as a feather, with a faint smile.

Sanjiao Chuxia was about to respond, but found it difficult to even open her mouth.

Before the blurry vision disappeared, the last thing that came into view was Triangle Chuhua's violet eyes - which were filled with heart-pounding desire.

………………

After satisfying herself like the previous two days, Sanjiao Chuhua, wearing her nightgown, turned around and returned to the living room.

She sat in the same position as before Triangle Early Summer, with the lyrics book still open on the coffee table, the crooked notes standing out against the blank page.

Sanjiao Chuhua gently picked up the black screen phone and unlocked it skillfully. The lit screen was still on the music score sent by Ruoye Mu.

She put on her headphones, clicked on the music player, and Ruo Yemu's new song sounded again.

As the melody flowed, Sanjiao Chuhua's brows gradually furrowed.

"I see..." she murmured softly, her fingertips tapping unconsciously on the coffee table.

When the song reached its violent climax, Sanjiao Chuhua suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his violet eyes.

This is exactly me.jpg

Sanjiao Hatsuka may not be able to fully understand the emotions contained in this song, but she can empathize with it.

The song nakedly displays the suppressed emotions in the heart, to the point that it seems a bit crazy - considering the people around Wakaba Mu, the target of this song's emotions is self-evident.

"Xiao Mu, it turns out you also..."

She sighed softly, picked up the pen that Triangle Chuxia had dropped, and wrote quickly on the blank lyrics book.

"The twisted moon laughs at me"

Fallen angel king はpain いほど美しい (The fallen angel is so beautiful that it hurts)

Touch れるたび砕けそうな (It seems to break every time you touch it)

I'm still hugging the phantom tonight.

......"

Sanjiao Chuhua's pen tip moved across the paper, as if wanting to pour out all the suppressed emotions.

Every line of the lyrics sounds like a cry torn from the heart, yet filled with a slightly frightening desire.

The music in the headphones advanced to the most intense part, and Ruoye Mu's madness and her obsession produced a surprising resonance in the melody.

At this moment, Sanjiao Chuhua suddenly stopped writing and looked towards the bedroom.

The moonlight shone through the crack in the door, casting a silver line on the floor, just like the boundary between her and Triangle Early Summer that could never be crossed.

Although she had used such dirty and despicable means to temporarily possess him, Sanjiao Chuhua knew clearly that this was nothing but a self-deceiving dream.

Her trembling fingers gently stroked the lyrics she had just written, and the words that were not yet dry in ink glowed in the moonlight.

"Even so, I still..."

"光さえ出えたなら(If even the light disappears completely)

Junはprivateのもの(You will completely belong to me)"

Writing down this last line of desire, Sanjiao Chuhua gently closed the lyrics book.

When she stood up, the hem of her nightgown swept across the coffee table, knocking over the half cup of tea left by Sanjiao Chuxia, and the reddish-brown liquid spread on the tile floor.

She squatted down and wiped the tea away bit by bit with a tissue. Her distorted reflection was reflected in the water—a monster that even she herself felt unfamiliar with.

His fingers unconsciously tightened, squeezing the soaked tissue into a ball.

"I'm sorry, Xia." Her voice was so hoarse that it almost didn't sound like her own. "Don't hate me..."

After taking a last look at the faint light coming through the crack of the bedroom door, Sanjiao Chuhua gently turned off the desk lamp, curled up on the sofa in the living room, and let the darkness swallow him.

The moonlight still gently enveloped the house, but it could not shine into the darkest corner of her heart.

In the bedroom, Sanjiao Chuxia, who should have been fast asleep, slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Next time, I’ll secretly pour out the tea when Xiaochu isn’t paying attention.

………………

P.S. Let Chuhua eat it for two more days, after that you may not be able to eat it (happy)

ps2: The character designs of mujica are totally un-krkrdkdk (annoying)

Chapter 133: Black Cage

At daybreak, Sanjiao Chuxia was already awake. He stared at the ceiling, his chest feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing down on him.

Recalling everything I felt in the haze last night - the trembling of Sanjiao Chuhua's fingertips, his crazy demands on himself, and those almost morbid whispers.

These things seem unreal like dreams, yet so real that they make people's heart frightened.

He put on his clothes and walked out of the living room, where he saw Sanjiao Chuhua curled up quietly on the sofa.

The morning light outlined her delicate features, and the melancholy expression on her face made her look like a fragile porcelain doll.

This family-like character who gently took care of his daily life, overlapped with the paranoid figure last night, causing Sanjiao Chuxia to feel a sharp pain in his heart.

Why do this...

How should I face you with this expression...

He gently picked up the lyrics book on the coffee table and opened it to the page where he had scratched the mark last night.

Sanjiao Chuhua's beautiful handwriting filled the originally blank pages, and each line of lyrics was like a sharp knife, cutting open her deep-seated emotions.

Originally, Sanjiao Chuxia thought that she only treated him as a family member, and at most, they had grown close due to their daily interactions. But...

He couldn't help but shudder when he saw the words "bound", "desire", "twisted", "defiled" and "taken for oneself" in the lyrics.

To be honest, it's a bit scary.

In addition, what Sanjiao Chuhua did to him last night was obviously not the first time, and he was a little worried that he would really be imprisoned.

Or... just pretend you don't know for now.

At this moment, there was a slight noise behind me.

Sanjiao Chuxia suddenly turned around and found that she had woken up at some point and was standing beside the sofa, her face as pale as paper.

Sanjiao Chuhua's gaze fell on the lyrics book in his hand, her violet eyes filled with fear.

"Xia...that is..."

It’s over. I just finished doing it last night and wasn’t very sober. I accidentally wrote these things as lyrics. What would Xia think when he saw it?

However, Sanjiao Hatsuka just smiled gently as always.

"It's well written." He said softly, as if he didn't understand anything. "It goes well with the tune of Little Cucumber. It seems that Xiaochu is more suitable for writing this type of lyrics than me."

"Ah...um..."

"What do you want for breakfast?" He put the lyrics book back on the coffee table as if nothing had happened. "I got up early today, I'll make it."

"…Just like usual."

"Okay, then Xiaochu, go change your clothes first. I'll call you when we're done."

Sanjiao Chuxia turned and walked towards the kitchen. The moment his back was turned to her, the smile on his face disappeared immediately. His hand paused on the refrigerator handle for a few seconds, and after taking a deep breath, he opened the refrigerator door.

Eggs, bacon, milk… He mechanically took out the ingredients, but his mind was filled with vague fragments of memories from last night. Sanjiao Chuhua's whispered words in his ear, their overly intimate contact.

His ears turned red and the egg in his hand almost slipped.