Chapter 195 Husband 32

Wen Hui sat quietly in the studio, the bright, dazzling lights making her look like a helpless white flower, blooming alone on a branch. All around her were tools shattered by the photographer's frenzy.

It was scattered messily at the hem of her skirt, and the tile floor was spotless. Only the strong smell of blood could be smelled, but there was no trace of blood.

The shop assistants screamed and said thank you.

Then there was a sharp scream—

The photographer was subdued by "Zheng Song".

The clerk collapsed to the ground.

Even though she had witnessed and experienced many such scenes, she was naturally timid and still couldn't adapt.

He looked with gratitude at the man who was wearing a light-colored suit but still kept it clean and tidy without being contaminated by blood.

The shop assistant's plaintive sobbing echoed: "... Thank you! Thank you so much! My sister opened the shop, but her family ran into problems. Her brother-in-law was possessed by a monster and ate her a few months ago! She left the bridal shop to me, but the staff are all ordinary, unarmed people. Some died, some escaped. It's just me and Brother Zhao left. I didn't expect Brother Zhao to... Wuuwuwuwu! When will these damn monsters be completely exterminated? I've had enough of this..."

The monster frowned.

The clerk, having suffered the successive deaths of family and friends, was deeply traumatized. He vented his negative emotions recklessly, treating the monster like a trash can: "...My sister and brother-in-law were such a happy couple, and it was all because of that abominable monster. It killed my brother-in-law and took on his appearance. My sister wept heartbrokenly, clinging to her last hope that my brother-in-law could defeat the monster, reclaim his body, and conceal the truth. But he was eaten by the monster instead... The monster is cruel and evil! If my sister hadn't concealed the truth, she'd still be alive..."

"It's a pitiful experience."

The monster comforted her, "Miss, if you're sad, just cry. You have to vent your negative emotions..." He comforted the clerk in a gentle tone, explained the meaning of life, and encouraged the clerk to live a strong life. Even in the face of a monster invasion, she should still maintain a positive attitude and face it bravely. Sooner or later, she would usher in the dawn of victory.

Then--

The monster's face was filled with resentment. "Ms. Clerk, I sympathize with your sister and brother-in-law. But please don't jump to conclusions. Monsters are certainly cruel and cold-blooded, but that doesn't represent everything!"

He argued with reason, thinking sadly that Wen Hui must have heard the clerk's words. She had never opened her heart to him in the first place, and after hearing such a sensational incident, she would be so scared that she would not get close to him in the future...

"...They are the lowest of species! Driven by appetite and killing, even if they wear human skin, they are still just as vile and weak. Even if they are monsters, you can't deny the possibility that they can feel emotions..."

The clerk covered her face in shock. At first, she felt good about the man's comfort, but then she was overwhelmed by the obvious condemning tone he uttered one after another.

After all, she had worked in the store for many years and was very good at reading people's expressions, but the man's words confused her.

Did he mean to excuse the monster?

Thinking that monsters can acquire human emotions... How is that possible! Is he crazy?

"No!" The clerk's mind replayed the tragic scene of her sister's death, gnawed by the monster until only bones were left. The intense resentment made her forget that the man in front of her was a customer. She cursed fiercely: "...Monsters are monsters! Monsters don't understand human emotions at all. They are beasts, the most evil existence!"

The monster's frown deepened.

He considered the possibility of strangling her outright. With the exception of Wen Hui, he considered all living creatures here to be untouchable. The clerk's scream touched his bottom line—he was constantly afraid that Wen Hui would become distant, cold, or even run away from him due to some unnoticed factor.

The clerk's brother-in-law was obviously the fuse. What if Wen Hui took it to heart and thought that they would eventually repeat the same mistake?

The monster's murderous aura surged out.

Silently staring at the weeping shop assistant, scarlet flesh gushed out from the soles of her feet, revealing the pure white hem of her skirt. The squirming flesh suddenly stopped, then quickly retracted into her body. The monster calmly and gently soothed her, "Miss Shop Assistant, I'm sorry that my words have caused you any dissatisfaction. I was just saying it casually, please don't mind..."

The monster turned around and said in surprise, "Huihui, don't come over here. It's dirty. There's blood everywhere and it smells terrible. Don't get your skirt dirty."

He walked to Wen Hui's side, held her hand, tightened his grip, and stared closely at her facial expression, afraid that she would show any resistance.

"Hui Hui, let's go inside. I'll take care of the photography. We can go home after we finish taking the wedding photos, okay?"

…

Wen Hui helped the clerk to a spare room, closed the door, and calmed her down. They agreed to a photo shoot, only paying a deposit and not the balance. After all, the clerk was unable and unwilling to take responsibility for the rest of the shoot. They could take the photos if they wanted, take the film and go home to edit it themselves. If they didn't want to take the photos, the deposit would be refunded...

"This is my phone number. Call me if you need any help." Wen Hui held the clerk's hand and squeezed it comfortingly.

The clerk covered her face and cried, "Thank you, Miss Wen! I just want to be alone for a while. This store will probably never open again. I'm the only one left, sob."

Wen Hui left the room.

The clerk's experience made her empathize with him, as they were all lonely people with no one to rely on in the world.

She knew clearly that the world had changed under the impact of monsters, becoming decadent, bloody, and full of danger. If "Zheng Song" had not appeared, she would have become numb under the threat of monsters at this moment, like a walking corpse, or she might have bravely picked up a weapon but ultimately lost and died.

There are so many possibilities, but none of them lead to a happy ending.

Wen Hui is well aware of her own abilities. She cannot stand out even in peacetime, let alone in a world full of crises and challenges.

——She had probably already become food for the monster and disappeared from the world.

Thinking of this, Wen Hui couldn't help but feel genuine gratitude and tenderness when she looked at the man standing stiffly outside the door.

Only now did she begin to feel that luck was finally on her side. The affection he'd shown her during their time with "Zheng Song" wasn't fake. While she couldn't be sure how long feelings would last within a monster, at least she was now under its protection. It was the monster who had given her a life as safe and stable as it had been in peacetime, and she was grateful to him from the bottom of her heart.

Wen Hui lifted her skirt and was about to walk over.

The monster took a step and walked towards her, a faintly gloomy expression on its face. When it reached her side, it hugged her waist without warning and held her in its arms with unshakable strength. Its tone was aggrieved and anxious, and it speculated with malicious intent: "What did she say to you in the house? Did she mention her sister and brother-in-law? Huihui, don't be misled by her, okay... Just like humans have different personalities, monsters are the same! I won't do that. What do you want me to do to trust me? Swear... No, you definitely won't believe it. What should I do then?"

...and began to move towards unpredictable madness again.

Wen Hui was still afraid, so afraid that she dared not look up at his face, fearing that he would be disfigured beyond recognition like the monster she had met. Two emotions intertwined in her heart. She hugged "Zheng Song"'s waist with trembling hands, constantly tightening her grip. Feeling the person in front of her suddenly stiffen, she tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and kissed his neck.

The crimson lips, stained with Wen Hui's own sweet scent and the soft touch of cotton, made the monster suddenly tense up.

The sticky flesh and blood spread out silently, completely out of the monster's control. Wen Hui's initiative was a fatal temptation to him.

——It didn’t count in the past.

At that time, Wen Hui's partner was Zheng Song, and she was never a monster herself. But now, is there any place for him in her eyes and heart?

"……Thank you."

Wen Hui thanked him sincerely, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the photographer collapsed on the ground, turned into a bloody mess. His face was torn apart in a horrible and disgusting manner, revealing the unrecognizable monster inside.

My stomach churned, tears welled up in my eyes, and I unknowingly rubbed them against "Zheng Song's" chest.

Fortunately, his suit had a wide-open collar, otherwise he would have stained the wedding dresses in the bridal shop... In fact, there was no need to be so cautious. The blood splattered when the photographer died stained the ground and the nearby wedding dresses. "Zheng Song's" clothes were inevitably splashed with a few drops, but they were all in inconspicuous places, so Wen Hui didn't notice it.

Fear welled up in her natural tears, wetting her eyelashes. Wen Hui buried her face in the crook of the monster's neck, nuzzling against it like a pitiful kitten, her voice pitiful yet cute: "...Can you always protect me...It's so scary, so horrible..."

Even though she hadn't witnessed the photographer's actions in person, the images she imagined were enough to fill the timid Wen Hui with a deep sense of fear. By now, Wen Hui could no longer explain her encounter with the monster as simply bad luck. She had to accept the reality that the world today was full of dangers, and that she could die at any time.

She needs the monster's protection.

She needs the monster's love too.

She closed her eyes, raised her head, and kissed his neck affectionately and flatteringly, leaving warm kiss marks.

She grabbed the fabric on his back and tugged at it, urging him, "...Is that okay?"

The monster's consciousness collapsed. The kiss on his neck was like a raging fire, burning him so hard that his eyes were dizzy and his ears were ringing. He couldn't believe that the scene before him was real!

How could Huihui possibly kiss him on her own initiative?

He lowered his head nervously, glimpsing Wen Hui's tears and wiping them away with his fingertips. "Why are you crying, Hui Hui?"

He noticed Wen Hui's fearful gaze on his back, and understanding the reason, he quickly promised: "We are husband and wife. I am your husband. With me by your side, I will never let you get into danger... Hui Hui, I swear."

Then, his cheeks flushed, and he lowered his head, touching his forehead to hers. The heat from his whisper sprayed on Wen Hui's face, and his voice was filled with clear pleading, "Hui Hui, kiss me again... I want it here."

The man moved his lips slightly.

Wen Hui looked around and said, "Let's talk about it when we get home."

He lowered his eyelashes in frustration, his wet eyes glistening with water as he stared at Wen Hui without blinking. His tone was gentle yet faintly filled with resentment: "... Huihui, then you have to swear. You said you would go home and kiss me, and you can't go back on your word."

Under his gaze, Wen Hui had the illusion that she had done something wrong. His vague tone confused her thoughts for a moment. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips. Her waist tightened, and the corners of the man's lips turned up, and his eyes revealed a happy smile as if he had succeeded.

After all, they were not at home, and the monster was ignorant. Wen Hui could not let him do whatever he wanted. She pushed his face away and took two weak breaths in the aggressive breath of the man. Her arms became weak and slowly slid from his face to his chest.

He moved forward to kiss her lips, but Wen Hui turned her head away.

“…Okay, let’s worry about the wedding photos first!”

The monster finally remembered the obsession that lingered in his heart. His eyes slid reluctantly across her bright lips. He covered her eyes with his palms, walked past the photographer who was killed by the monster, stepped over the flowing thick blood, and returned to the studio.

The squirming flesh and blood replaced the photographer, taking one wedding photo after another full of tenderness.

After the photoshoot, Wen Hui asked the monster to clean up the photographer's body so that the shop assistants wouldn't be frightened again when they came out. After wiping the bloodstains from the bridal shop, the two returned to the car and prepared to go home.