Chapter 51

“I spent a long time carving this pendant. It will definitely look good on you. Let me help you put it on.” Yun Zhan gently brushed aside the strands of hair at Wen Sixue’s neck.

Wen Sixue's neck was very white, like a piece of jade formed from the first snow, so white that it almost seemed to exude a cool mist.

The lines were thin and soft, winding from behind the ear to the collarbone, as if they would shatter in the palm of your hand with the slightest touch. Moonlight fell on that inch of skin, leaving only a faint silver glow.

The moment Yun Zhan brushed aside her hair, he saw the teeth marks he had left. The skin from the bite hadn't fully healed, and red circles lingered on her fair and delicate skin. Yun Zhan glanced at it and quickly looked away; this wound really did awaken her destructive urges.

Humans are truly a creature with a lot of inherent flaws; they love to destroy beautiful things.

More than once, when she saw Wen Sixue's thighs and neck, she had the urge to bite her.

Yun Zhan suppressed her thoughts, leaned down, and ran her fingertips through the hair behind Wen Sixue's neck, wrapping the extremely thin blood essence pendant around her collarbone.

With a soft "click," the metal clasp fell onto the skin, still warm from Yun Zhan's body heat, the crimson center glowing softly under the light.

Wen Sixue gently rubbed her skin with her fingertips. The coolness vanished in an instant, replaced by a very light warmth, like the first breeze of a spring night, quietly creeping into her heart along her collarbone.

She was stunned for a moment, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears—she realized that she was not a forgotten bystander, and that Yun Zhan would bleed for her and create such a private talisman for her.

Yun Zhan asked in a low voice, "Do you like it?"

Wen Sixue nodded with tears in her eyes, gripping the pendant even tighter with her fingertips, trying to imprint that warmth into her palm.

"Can you sense me through this?" Wen Sixue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and rested her forehead on Yun Zhan's shoulder.

"Of course." Yun Zhan nodded.

"Then can I sense you through this?" Wen Sixue pressed, she wanted... she wanted to be in tune with Yun Zhan's heart.

It's not about one person protecting the other, but about both being aware of each other's presence.

"Yes, you can sense everything about me."

Wen Sixue traced the crimson mark on the pendant with her fingertips again and again, tears hanging on her eyelashes, yet she smiled.

Yun Zhan reached out and wiped away the tear that was about to fall, his voice so soft as if afraid of disturbing her dream: "Don't cry, your eyes will get swollen if you cry too often. They're yours now."

Wen Sixue sniffed and finally spoke, her voice hoarse yet sweet: "It belongs to me, and it belongs to you too."

She looked up, her eyes reflecting Yun Zhan's image, as if the entire night sky were contained within a tiny pendant.

"Oh, right, I also have something for you." Wen Sixue suddenly remembered something, got up from Yun Zhan's arms, and ran into the bedroom.

After a rustling sound of searching, the room suddenly fell silent again.

Yun Zhan: ? ? ?

She walked over, and just as she reached the door of the room, she saw Wen Sixue hiding behind the door, holding a dark blue paper bag in her arms, with a neatly folded black sweater peeking out from the bag's opening.

Wen Sixue blinked, looking somewhat nervous.

This towel is the result of her working on it for about a month, unraveling and re-knitting it repeatedly.

She had planned to knit a sweater for Yun Zhan ever since he first took her home.

Wen Sixue stood behind the door, her toes brushing against the carpet fibers, her heart pounding so loudly it seemed to drown out the clock on the wall.

The paper bag was slightly deformed from her grip, and a sharp pain came from her fingertips, where there were still a few barely visible needle marks, the marks from when she secretly knitted at night.

“Yun Zhan…” Her voice was as soft as a cat’s, trembling at the end, “…I, this one might not look very good, not as good as the one I bought.”

Yun Zhan approached, her gaze falling on the paper bag, and she reached out to take it.

Wen Sixue immediately hugged the bag even tighter.

Wen Sixue lowered her head, her ear tips almost transparently red, and her voice was so soft it was barely audible: "This is my first time knitting a sweater, the stitches aren't very neat... If you don't like it, just... just tell me, and I can knit it again..."

By the end, she had almost buried her chin in her collar, her eyelashes fluttering like two startled butterflies.

But she couldn't help but raise her eyes and quickly glance at Yun Zhan, her eyes flashing with a cautious expectation. The light was so bright that she felt ashamed, so she withdrew her gaze and rubbed her toes on the carpet.

"I'll definitely like it." Yun Zhan chuckled. She wasn't even given a chance to try on the clothes, let alone see them.

Wen Sixue suddenly shoved the bag into her arms, her voice soft with a hint of a sob: "If it doesn't fit, we'll go to the mall tomorrow and I'll buy you a better one."

"The clothes in the mall are very expensive. This is Yue Du." Yun Zhan said this in order to get Wen Sixue to hand over the clothes.

But Wen Sixue, as if she had been prepared, immediately replied, "I've made a lot of money recently... I can buy you a really nice sweater now. I checked the prices at the mall last time..."

So, I was also transferred.

Yun Zhan pursed his lips, his heart softening completely, and finally a touch of bitterness rose in his eyes.

Wen Sixue had her back to her, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Yun Zhan unfolded the sweater; the deep black yarn shimmered softly in the warm light, the stitches were fine and neat, and a ring of extremely fine silver thread was hidden around the neckline.

"I really like it." Yun Zhan's voice was low and firm as he eagerly picked it up to try it out.

The sweater's fabric felt wonderfully soft to the touch; it was made from the finest camel hair. She pulled the collar over her head, and the hem slid down, fitting perfectly against her shoulders and collarbone.

The black color made her skin appear even whiter and cooler. The neckline of the sweater hugged her slender neck, and the hem was gathered at the narrowest part of her waist. With each step she took, the hem swayed slightly, making her look neat and elegant.

Yun Zhan turned to the side, and her upright back and straight shoulder line were reflected in the bedroom mirror. The black color outlined her features cleanly and sharply.

Wen Sixue stood to the side, somewhat stunned. Yun Zhan... he was so handsome...

The sweater she had knitted herself now looked like ink brought to life by the moonlight, making Yun Zhan appear even taller and more aloof, with a restrained sharpness yet a unique and elegant demeanor.

Wen Sixue turned around abruptly, her eyes red like cherries blown by the wind, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Wen Sixue stood in front of Yun Zhan and gently tugged at her sleeve: "Let me wash it for you first, it's not very comfortable to wear it like this. It will be better if I wash it and iron it for you."

After Yun Zhan took off his clothes, Wen Sixue carefully put them into her arms with gentle movements.

“I will wear it every winter from now on, whenever it gets cold.”

"Okay." Wen Sixue quietly tightened her arms, as if she had sewn her whole heart into that black sweater.

It's late at night

Yun Zhan went to wash up first, and after taking a shower, he lay down on Wen Sixue's bed.

"Why are you sleeping in someone else's bed?" Question 21 was asked of Yun Zhan.

"Wen Sixue smells so good, and so does the blankets. I love it."

"You cunning vixen, you're just after someone, aren't you?"

Yun Zhan: ...You're not allowed to speak.

Yun Zhan opened the map of the "Boshan Technology Press Conference" and started scribbling in his memo.

"The press conference starts the day after tomorrow. I need to find a suitable identity to approach him. The amount of money I can offer as an investment is too small, and he probably won't be interested. I can only use my identity as a school reporter." Yun Zhan weighed the pros and cons.

If she wanted to invest, no one would even meet with her unless she had at least 100 million, but she couldn't possibly have that much money right now.

But she also didn't have a reporter's pass for the school's broadcasting room.

"We can only trouble Pei Yanxi with this matter."

Yun Zhan murmured a few words softly.

Pei Yanxi has been extremely busy with work lately, seemingly taking over the Pei family's business. She's incredibly busy every day, but hasn't had a chance to send Yun Zhan a message of concern.

He often took time to visit Yun Zhan at school and brought her many gifts.

Speaking of this, Yun Zhan was a little embarrassed, because Pei Yanxi had transferred a lot of money to her bank card.

The bathroom door clicked open, and warm white steam rushed out first, carrying the sweet scent of citrus and roses.

Wen Sixue stood barefoot on the floor, her insteps arched, water droplets sliding down her calves and into the gaps in her bath towel.

Her hair was half-wet, the black ends clinging to her collarbone and the side of her neck. Water droplets dripping from her hair fell onto her chest, gently caught by the edge of a bath towel. The towel only covered her mid-thighs, and her long, shapely legs gleamed softly under the light.

The skin was steamed with hot water until it turned slightly pink, like a freshly peeled lychee.

Her gaze swept over Yun Zhan on the bed. The girl deliberately slowed her pace, letting the bath towel sway gently with her steps, like the wind brushing across a lake, creating ripples that fell into the mirror and onto the edge of the bed.

Unfortunately, the detached and indifferent Yun Zhan did not notice this erotic scene.

Yun Zhan had just finished washing up; her black hair was still dripping wet. She was wearing loose pajamas with the neckline slightly open, revealing her collarbone and the pale skin on the side of her neck.

She leaned against the headboard, flipping through a light blue sick note with her fingertips: "Attending the Boshan Technology Spring New Product Launch."

Yun Zhan frowned slightly, still thinking about how to tell Pei Yanxi about this, so she didn't notice anyone approaching.

Until the mattress beside me gently sank, a warm, moist scent enveloped me.

Wen Sixue lifted the corner of the quilt, crawled half a step closer, and her arm brushed against Yun Zhan's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally.

She lowered her eyes to look at the leave slip, her voice soft and sweet from the steam, but with a hint of jealousy: "Why do you suddenly want to go to the press conference? Is it because of... Pei Yanxi? I ​​heard that the Pei family recently established a technology company."

"I'm very interested in Boshan Technology and just want to take a look."

Yun Zhan dared not speak of anything concerning Shi Mingyue.

Even the name Shi Boshan was seen in the principal's ledger. Before things settle down, innocent people must not be dragged into this.

Especially... the unarmed Wen Sixue.

Knowing these things would actually put Wen Sixue in greater danger.

After Yun Zhan finished speaking, Wen Sixue approached.

Wen Sixue lightly touched the edge of the medical certificate with her fingertips, her nails glowing with a healthy pink, as if she were about to cross out that name, or perhaps waiting for an answer that would put her mind at ease.

The edges of the bath towel loosened slightly as she leaned over, and the skin beneath her collarbone, faintly visible, pressed against Yun Zhan's arm. In that instant of contact, Yun Zhan could clearly feel the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Wen Sixue leaned closer, the neckline of her bath towel loosening slightly with her movement, revealing a sliver of snow-white skin below her collarbone to Yun Zhan's view. Her skin, flushed a pale pink from the hot water, resembled newly blossoming cherry blossoms, still glistening with tiny water droplets.

Yun Zhan's breath hitched, and the tips of her ears instantly turned red. She hurriedly looked away, her gaze restlessly falling on the sick note on the edge of the bed, while her fingertips unconsciously tightened, as if she could calm her wildly beating heart.

She turned slightly to the side, trying to create some distance, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Wen Sixue, don't catch a cold... cover yourself with the blanket."

As she finished speaking, Yun Zhan lowered her eyelashes, concealing the fleeting shyness in her eyes, but the blush on the tips of her ears had already betrayed her.