Chapter 85 Extra Chapter: Qu Chen IF Line 2

Before losing consciousness, Ling Wei seemed to fall into a cool, refreshing embrace.

The clock on the wall, its hour and minute hands quietly overlapping, pointed to exactly midnight.

The boy holding her trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible electric current, and his legs swayed, almost causing him to lose his balance.

The light and soft touch of the person in his arms felt incredibly real, and he instinctively tightened his arms and looked down.

The girl's eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, her eyelashes trembled nervously, and she exhaled hot breath.

This face...

The boy—no, the soul currently controlling this body—opened his eyes wide in disbelief:

"Weiwei?"

His voice trembled with disbelief.

Ling Wei seemed to hear him, her brows furrowing in pain. She unconsciously snuggled closer to him, murmuring, "It hurts..."

Qu Chen froze completely. Wasn't he on the bumpy bus returning from a research trip in the mountains? How could this be...?

He looked around at the hotel corridor, the furnishings were a bit outdated, and Ling Wei in his arms was wearing the same clothes he remembered from deep within his memory, looking youthful and vulnerable under the influence of the drug.

Another dream? Another one of those recurring, midnight-like dreams?

He carefully carried Ling Wei back to the room and placed her on the messy bed, his fingertips trembling as he touched her burning cheeks.

In her dazed state, Ling Wei sensed a cool and comfortable touch and instinctively followed, pressing her cheek against his palm.

As if that wasn't enough, he reached out and grabbed the clothes, pulling them down.

Qu Chen obediently bent down and gently kissed away the tears that welled up in her eyes from her discomfort.

This dream was terrifyingly real; even the immature reaction of the person beneath me and the surging urges within my own body were so distinct.

He greedily cherished the moments he touched her; everything was unbelievably beautiful.

However, just as he was about to reach his goal, the person beneath him, who had been so compliant, suddenly struggled: "No, no..."

Qu Chen paused, propped himself up, and looked at her.

Ling Wei's eyes were unfocused, yet revealed genuine panic. She cried out again, "No..."

A sense of defeat welled up inside him, and Qu Chen helplessly buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her faint fragrance, his voice muffled and hoarse: "Why do you reject me even in my dreams..."

Ling Wei seemed unable to hear him, only clutching the back of his short hair and whimpering uncomfortably, "It's uncomfortable...hot..."

Ancestors.

Even in his dreams, they were his ancestors.

Qu Chen sighed resignedly, raised his head, kissed her wet forehead, and comforted her in a hoarse voice: "I'll help you, don't be afraid."

He kissed his way down her chin, collarbone, and down her body.

Ling Wei shifted uneasily, and the next second, her toes suddenly curled up, her fingers unconsciously clenching the wrinkled sheets beneath her, and a sob escaped her throat.

...

Once the heat subsided, Ling Wei collapsed onto the bed, her muddled mind gradually clearing.

However, the person who had just helped her seemed to be in a bad situation.

He practically stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

In the cramped space, Qu Chen (in the future) braced his hands on the edge of the cold sink, panting heavily.

The mirror reflected a young, flushed face, brimming with desire—it was my nineteen-year-old self.

But in my mind...

Get out! Get out of my body! What were you doing?! Go rinse your mouth!! Go rinse your mouth!!!

Qu Chen (from the future) felt a splitting headache. Why wasn't this dream over yet? And why was it so noisy?

He turned on the tap and splashed a handful of cold water on his face.

not enough.

He simply lowered his head and buried his entire face in the sink filled with water.

A feeling of suffocation surged up, and his lungs began to sting. He suddenly raised his head, splashing water everywhere.

The boy in the mirror coughed violently, but his eyes gradually sharpened and cleared amidst the mess, and then a great shock welled up inside him.

It's not a dream.

The touch, the temperature, and the roar of that real, existing self in my mind...

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

The pain was real, the feeling of suffocation was real, the warmth and weight of her in my arms were real, and her awkward reactions... were also real.

He went back to the past.

The boy in the mirror had the look of ecstatic joy at regaining what he had lost, as if heaven had taken pity on him.

This time, he will never let go! Never!

Outside, Ling Wei had just sat up and straightened her wrinkled clothes when the bathroom door was opened.

Qu Chen took a step forward.

His hair was dripping wet, but his eyes shone with a piercing light, like a predator eyeing its prey.

He strode over, bent down, and lifted her up in a princess carry.

Ling Wei instinctively grabbed the fabric of his shirt.

Qu Chen looked down at her, his brows relaxed, and his voice was incredibly gentle: "Let's go to the hospital again and get a thorough check-up, okay?"

Ling Wei was taken aback by his sudden intimacy and change, and struggled for a moment: "Um, put me down, I can walk by myself."

Qu Chen lifted her up a little, holding her more securely, and lowered his head to rub his chin against her forehead: "Don't move, sleep for a while, I'll take care of everything."

Ling Wei: "..."

What's wrong with this person? Was he switched? Where did that cold, unapproachable look he had when we first met go?

What was the turning point of World War II?

Qu Chen ignored the roar of the boy's consciousness in his mind and carried Ling Wei out of the room.

God gave him another chance.

This time, he will never be a fool who stands at a distance and merely looks up to his fans.

...

But clearly, God's mercy was tinged with a wicked sense of humor.

At noon, sunlight streamed through the hospital room window, shining brightly on the boy who was dozing lightly beside Ling Wei's bed.

Right on time, a strong feeling of dizziness struck without warning.

The young Qu Chen's body trembled violently, as if his consciousness had been forcibly pulled to the surface from deep water.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The tenderness and affection in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by coldness, vigilance, and rage.

He jumped up and rushed out of the ward.

Who exactly are you?

During the time he was forced to watch, he couldn't move or speak. He could only watch helplessly as this wandering ghost, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, took over his body and fawned over a girl he didn't know at all.

And, and did those... disgusting things!

Just thinking about it made young Qu Chen tremble with anger, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

I am you from the future.

That familiar yet annoying voice echoed in his mind, calm, even with a touch of lazy certainty.

Young Qu Chen's first reaction was absurdity and anger. [The future me? The future me will be like you...like this...]

He racked his brains for a sufficiently insulting word, "This kind of perverted simp behavior! I'd rather be a madman!"

Unexpectedly, the other party revealed a series of secrets that only he knew, including some of his hidden psychological states and feelings that he had never told anyone before.

The angry curses of young Qu Chen stuck in his throat.

He actually had a vague feeling about it.

Some of the outsider's little habits, the occasional pauses and tone of voice when he spoke, and even some subconscious reactions gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

I was just too overwhelmed by anger and shock to think about it.

Could it really be...?

But so what!

"Even if you really are..." Young Qu Chen gritted his teeth, "The one standing here now is myself! My body! I will not allow anyone, not even you, to use my body to do those... filthy things! And you are not allowed to touch anyone else!"

The voice paused for a moment, then issued a warning: "You are not allowed to touch her, you are not allowed to hurt her."

"Heh," the young Qu Chen sneered, enraged by the matter-of-fact command. "You're the one who should get lost! I'll go and explain to her right now that everything last night was an accident, and tell her to stay away from me!"

Ignoring the sudden, heightened warning from the future Qu Chen in his mind, "How dare you—!!", the young Qu Chen turned around aggressively and flung open the ward door.

Ling Wei was leaning against the hospital bed, eating an apple, when she heard the noise. She looked up blankly.