Chapter 187 Husband 24

The night was silent, the sound of flesh, thick as mud, wriggling and swirling, lingering in her ears. Wen Hui folded her arms and closed her eyes, the scene she had just witnessed still flashing through her mind.

She felt like she was still in a dream. No matter how bizarre the scenes in the dream were, they all had their rationale. All she needed to do now was close her eyes tightly. When she woke up again, leaving this strange dream behind, she would be able to return to real life.

She lay in Zheng Song's arms, their sleepiness gradually fading as they welcomed the morning sunlight that filled the room. Outside, the rain was pouring down, gloomy, damp, and cold, while inside the house was filled with a reassuring warmth, gentleness, and comfort.

What moved Wen Hui most was Zheng Song's gaze, held with hers while his consciousness was hazy. His dark, lustrous eyes, filled with her image, then instantly brightened like sunlight flooding the room. Though she had seen it countless times, every time they met his gaze, the look of joy and contentment, the sight of him only seeing her, captivated her and captivated her.

Wen Hui thought of a lot of things, and the pictures in her mind played frame by frame. Then, as if she had pressed a button, time went back to when they met and got married. She had slept in the same bed with him for several months, and she had already understood Zheng Song's words, deeds, and thoughts thoroughly. Was the Zheng Song beside her at this moment really him?

When did it all start?

Wen Hui clutched the corners of the quilt, curling herself up into a ball. Like a homeless kitten, if she opened her eyes, they would surely be filled with fear and helplessness. The quilt covering her couldn't stop her trembling with fear.

——The day the monster descended, she was not completely unaware.

Wen Hui remembered the horrible nightmare. The content of the dream was so clear that she could still remember the details when she woke up. It seemed that from that day on, Zheng Song's spirit became worse day by day... She carefully sorted out the messy lines in her mind, and when she thought of something, she shuddered uncontrollably.

That day and the events of that day were still vivid in her mind. The shock it caused her was still like swallowing a cold and hard stone, which chilled her heart - Zheng Song questioned her infidelity, accused her of being shameless, and condemned her morals.

She now realized that his accusation was not without reason.

She had indeed betrayed him, even unknowingly, and there was no way to refute that fact.

Wen Hui's tears burst out like a dam breaking. At the same time as she felt fear, she was also overwhelmed by a strong sense of guilt. She covered her mouth tightly, but still couldn't help but let out a cry, like the whimper of a weak kitten.

It was like a city struck by an earthquake, littered with ruins. Zheng Song, dressed in rescue gear, walked towards her against the fierce wind, his words gentle and caring.

"This place is not safe and may collapse again at any time. If you want to stay somewhere quiet for a while, you can come to my office. Don't worry, I'm a doctor who specializes in solving psychological problems." He smiled mischievously at Wen Hui, and Wen Hui's lonely heart was stirred by his caring words.

The beautiful scenes of the past have lost their vivid colors with the married life, so that when she thinks back to her time with Zheng Song, the first thing that comes to her mind is the picture of the man in his home clothes and her busy in the kitchen.

If her first impression of Zheng Song was stunning and profound, then their recent interactions were like the silent spring rain that moistened everything, seeping into her life without her realizing it... Wen Hui felt an even deeper sense of guilt overwhelm her.

If she had discovered it earlier, could Zheng Song have been rescued?

Wouldn't she be able to bear...

Her nails pierced her flesh, and she was pulled away from the inexplicable feeling of shame. When she came back to her senses, her face was covered with tears.

The bed behind her collapsed.

The man's slightly hoarse voice rang out: "... Huihui?"

Wen Hui choked and stopped breathing.

She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to recall the scene she had seen before. The imagined scene of being wrapped in flesh and blood did not appear. Instead, there was a man's arm. He stretched out his arm under her arm, hugged her waist, and held her with an unshakable strength, turning her over so that they were facing each other.

Wen Hui had been curled up in bed, utterly terrified, so she quietly turned over and faced Zheng Song. Zheng Song had dismissed her as a sleepless night, but he couldn't deny that his heart clenched when he heard her make any noise, especially when she let out a soft cry. He was overcome with overwhelming fear—had Hui Hui noticed? He immediately regretted staying in the bedroom...

Wen Hui didn't dare breathe, let alone open her eyes. If she opened her eyes, would she be faced with a disfigured monster? She would be terrified. Just thinking about such a scene made her breathless and she could only pretend to sleep. Tears welled up uncontrollably, soon soaking her eyelashes.

With a click.

The lights come on.

Wen Hui could feel Zheng Song observing her. His eyes were gentle and soft, but now they held a strange aggression, like a ferocious beast sizing its food. She was shocked by the thought again, and a chill rose from the soles of her feet, crawling to the back of her head as she began to tremble.

Her eyelids were gently touched, and the soft, wet, hot lips wiped away the tears that had fallen from her eyes. When the kiss touched her eyes, she subconsciously opened her eyes a little.

The bright white light clearly illuminated the details of his face. The man's skin was tight and smooth, yet concealed a strange sense of movement, as if blood vessels were pulsating within his flesh...

Perhaps the previous scene had such a strong impact on her that she couldn't help but have wild thoughts when she saw Zheng Song.

Half a fist's distance away, Wen Hui gradually relaxed under his bewildered gaze. She slowly opened her eyelids, pretending to have just woken up, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "I was sleeping, why did you turn on the light?"

She was observing him.

He observed her as well.

Zheng Song wasn't sure if she had seen what happened just now. He wiped away the salty tears on his lips.

He looked at Wen Hui intently: "Hui Hui, did you see anything when you woke up?"

Wen Hui certainly didn't dare to admit it: "Ah? What are you talking about..." She clenched her hands under the quilt and pretended to be calm and said: "What should I see? You haven't answered me yet. Why are you turning on the light when you are not sleeping?"

Zheng Song said calmly, "I couldn't sleep, so I stood by the window for a while. It was still raining heavily. I saw some strange things fall to the ground, and then I heard your voice. Did those things wake you up?"

He touched her face, and it was icy cold. The room temperature was over 20 degrees, and she was covered with a thick blanket, so it was impossible for her body temperature to be so cold. Zheng Song's eyes darkened, and he asked softly, "Hui Hui, did you have a nightmare?"

Wen Hui lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze, and hummed, "A nightmare, yes, I was woken up by a nightmare." The man's eyes were focused, as if he had lit a fire on her. She felt uncomfortable all over, swallowing her saliva continuously, and her palm-sized face was full of uneasiness. Just when she was about to say something to spend the night safely, the lights suddenly went out.

Wen Hui was stunned and looked up.

Zheng Song lay back in his original position and hugged her tightly: "Go to sleep, Huihui." He pressed her face to his chest. His warm chest wrapped around his heart, which was beating strongly and steadily when he sensed his wife's approach.

Wen Hui stayed in the familiar position, but she could no longer feel sweet at all. It was as if a knife was hanging over her head, ready to chop her down at any time.

…

It was a night of nightmares. Wen Hui opened her eyes and met Zheng Song's gaze. He seemed to have not slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was haggard. She could not hide her heartache. Just as she was about to speak to him about his concern, the words were stuck in her throat. She widened her eyes and then looked away.

"You, you didn't sleep well?"

Zheng Song's face suddenly turned gloomy, and his carefully crafted features were slightly distorted. His eyes, which were just a little bloodshot, were instantly filled with murderous scarlet. In stark contrast to his terrifying appearance was the aura he exuded.

He was dejected and at a loss.

He hummed.

Wen Hui didn't respond to him, she lifted the quilt and changed her clothes.

Zheng Song: "Huihui, where are you going?"

Wen Hui stood up straight, with her back to him. She wanted to turn around and smile, but she was afraid that her stiff smile would reveal her nervousness. So she just faced the wall and answered, "I, I'm washing my face and brushing my teeth. What do you want to eat in the morning?"

As soon as she said that, her heart tightened. What if he said he wanted to eat her? She quickly added, "...There are egg dumplings in the refrigerator! I'll fry a few egg dumplings and cook a bowl of millet porridge, okay?"

She stood there with a very humble attitude as if she was being punished, until she heard Zheng Song say "OK". Then she escaped to the bathroom feeling relieved.

He closed the door, patted his chest and gasped.

In the mirror, the woman's black hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with panic and fear. She had changed her usual gentle cardigan skirt into a loose sweatshirt and casual pants.

She sighed and leaned against the wall, not knowing what to do...

Wen Hui composed herself. She rubbed her pale face, constantly comforting herself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Judging by the news, the monster beside her must be the most powerful of the bunch. He'd spared her life at the very beginning of his arrival. Wen Hui preferred to think he was using her as a food reserve, or, to put it bluntly, that the monster was getting a taste of something new from her. After all, their nighttime lives were quite harmonious. Thinking of this, she understood what those strange toys were all about...

Don't think about weird things! Wen Hui forcefully pulled back her wandering thoughts and returned to the crucial issue of life safety:

As long as he had enough food, he probably wouldn't eat her in the short term.

Looking back on their past interactions, he was not averse to human food.

This is a good phenomenon.

Although Wen Hui comforted herself and concluded that her life was temporarily safe, she still felt a little confused.

My heart feels hollowed out.

She walked towards the kitchen with heavy steps.

In the kitchen, Zheng Song tied an apron, opened the refrigerator, took out a whole bag of egg dumplings, heated oil in a pan, and fried them in it.

Oil smoke sizzled and swirled in the air. Zheng Song skillfully applied the knowledge Wen Hui had taught him to fry the egg dumplings on both sides until golden brown, then placed them on a plate.

He heard Wen Hui's footsteps, straightened his back, and didn't wait for her to come in. He felt a little disappointed. He adjusted his mood and looked back at her. She was standing at the door, supporting herself against the wall with one hand, pretending to be calm but smiling at him timidly.

Zheng Song was filled with bitterness.

He said in a normal tone, "Let me do it. Huihui, you were scared yesterday and had nightmares all night. You should rest at home today. Leave the rest to me."

He lowered his head, then smiled again, his eyes gentle and focused on Wen Hui: "Go sit at the table and wait for me, the porridge will take a while."

Wen Hui bit her lip, and the established conclusion was overturned by her again.

Is he really a monster?

Although she didn't want to admit it, she saw it with her own eyes last night. Even if she found a million reasons, she couldn't refute the real horror scene.

So why is he doing this now?

Like Tao Qian, who is addicted to acting, why doesn’t he pick actors? Wen Hui pinched her fingers together until the egg dumplings were served. She ate two and couldn’t eat any more, so she pushed the plate in front of Zheng Song.

"You eat. I'm not very hungry."

Zheng Song disagreed, "Huihui, eat another one."

Wen Hui was about to refuse, but after glancing at him stealthily, she opened her mouth and took the chopsticks he offered her. He then held the bowl of porridge to her lips, his tone slightly coaxing, "Have a couple more mouthfuls of porridge. Your body won't be able to survive without energy if you don't eat. Hui Hui, you need to eat more. Otherwise, if you run into a situation like yesterday again, you won't be able to escape even if you want to."

What did he mean by this? Wen Hui lowered her head to drink the hot porridge, while secretly glancing at his arm with faintly bulging veins. That strong arm was holding the rice porridge to feed her, but she could taste something else.

Did he think she was too thin to fill his teeth? Or did he think she was too fragile to satisfy his hunting desire!

In any case, in this situation, Wen Hui didn't dare to refuse his request, and she was afraid that her sudden transformation would attract the monster's attention.

Just when she was worried and didn't know what to do, Zheng Song put down the bowl and took out a tissue to wipe her lips, chin, and collar.

He said, "Huihui, pay attention when eating. Think about things after the meal..." He hesitated to speak, and finally, under Wen Hui's timid eyes, he hurriedly got up and walked to the kitchen with the dishes.

Wen Hui was filled with panic and a faint sense of guilt. She always felt that Zheng Song's figure was full of sadness.

How could that be possible? Do monsters have feelings? Even if they act like humans, that's just a disguise. In their hearts, maybe this is just a fun game.