"Where are you taking me?" Seven days later, early in the morning, when it was still dark, Wen Hao pulled Yan Li up from under the crooked tree, took her hand, and walked straight out of the mansion gate.
Upon hearing this, Wen Hao did not hide their destination. He simply tightened his grip on her hand and truthfully replied, "To the government office."
Yan Li: The government? Could it be...?
"What did you find out from Yan Menghuai? You didn't let those people torture her, did you?" Soon, Yan Li thought of the person Wen Hao was going to take her to see.
Wen Hao suddenly stopped.
Looking at Yan Li in front of him, he was about to speak, but after a sudden glance, he closed his mouth and looked behind her.
Butler Hu had just gotten up when he suddenly saw his master standing in front of the mansion gate. He thought he was seeing things and rubbed his eyes hard.
After confirming that he wasn't bewitched by a ghost, Butler Hu quickly stepped forward, opened the gate for Wen Hao, and asked with a smile, as usual, "Where are you going, sir? Would you like a horse prepared?"
Wen Hao: "No need."
Since Butler Hu couldn't see Yan Li, he naturally couldn't imagine that the young lady he had been thinking about just a few days ago was right beside him, extending her other free hand.
They probed him with their outstretched arms, trying to see if he could see them too.
They repeatedly pulled his beard, tugged at his sleeves, and stepped on his black cloth shoes.
Upon seeing this, Wen Hao's eyes narrowed slightly. He tightened his grip on her hand, pulling the still-mischievous Yan Li into his arms, and sent away the housekeeper Hu who was waiting nearby.
Yan Li threw herself into Wen Hao's arms, her hands naturally encircling him. However, she wasn't deliberately clinging to him; it was passive, and she couldn't let go at all.
Wen Hao got angry.
But when Yan Li lifted her head from his chest, her eyes were filled with anger, and she blurted out words that sounded like a venting rant:
"Nonsense, nonsense again. Even if I were a ghost and didn't know what pain was, you still couldn't show me no pity at all, could you?"
"You almost tore my hand off."
Yan Li tried to pull her hand away from Wen Hao's palm for a while, but she still couldn't. At that moment, even her waist was tightly locked by the other party.
Her gaze gently descended, landing on the space between their wrists.
The broad palm completely enveloped her wrist, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
It's always like this.
He clearly didn't use much force.
Her trust was truly worthless.
I always doubt him. Even if I say I believe him a thousand times or ten thousand times, it's not as good as someone else saying a bad word about him.
Wen Hao remained silent, simply watching Yan Li with the same unwavering gaze he had held countless times in the shadows. His eyes were dark and unfathomable, like starlight yet as deep and unfathomable as the ocean.
The hand gripping her waist tightened slightly, but he took a step forward, the powerful pressure forcing Yan Li to instinctively retreat.
He pressed on relentlessly, showing no intention of letting her go so easily.
Wen Hao was too crazy; he wasn't worried at all about what the servants in the mansion would say if they saw this scene.
After all, a perfectly healthy person hugging a pillar and calling out his wife's name seems like someone with a mental problem; it's not something a normal person would do.
He only stopped when Yan Li was forced to lean against the pillar with nowhere left to retreat. He raised his hand, his fingertips touching the corner of her lips, and whispered in her ear:
“If Ali doesn’t move around, her hand won’t break.”
Wen Hao was like a wolf in sheep's clothing; under the repeated provocations of the little lamb, he revealed his true colors.
She couldn't help but widen her eyes.
Listen to this, does it sound like something a human being would say?
Feeling the heat, Yan Li's eyes flickered uncertainly, extremely unconvinced: "Isn't it possible that you're just too strong...?"
"No, you said you don't feel pain, how would you know if I'm strong or not?"
Yan Li: ...
“Wen Hao,”
"I just don't feel pain, not that I'm numb." She couldn't shake off his hand; didn't that say something?
Yan Li's mind wasn't very sharp before he died, and now that he's dead and a ghost, he's only a ghost with so little power that he needs to be nurtured to gather souls. How could he possibly understand and explain in a gentle and polite manner?
My brain started working again.
To her surprise, Wen Hao suddenly kissed her lips at this moment.
Upon feeling the warmth on her lips, Yan Li froze completely. If Wen Hao hadn't been holding her waist with his other hand, she probably would have already floated away.
The moment he sensed her attempt to dodge, Wen Hao, as if he could read her mind, gently pinched her chin with his fingertips.
After a while, Wen Hao stopped, slightly out of breath, his eyes even darker. He cupped half of her face in his hands, his breathing still not fully steady.
"And now?"
"Can you feel it?"
Yan Li was completely dumbfounded.
But Wen Hao's hand was still on her cheek, and he hadn't let go of her waist. If she said no now, would he drag her back to her room?
Probably!
Yan Li: "...Yes?"
"You lied to me again." Before he could even speak, Wen Hao seemed to have already guessed what was going on. Looking at Yan Li's expression, which didn't show much emotion, he finally let go of her.
He just couldn't help it.
Even though I know that many things can never go back to the way they were before, I still can't help but have unrealistic hopes.
Humans are indeed greedy.
"When did I lie to you?" Before Yan Li could react, she was pulled forward by the red thread in her hand. Seeing that Wen Hao was about to step out of the mansion gate, she didn't care about his conclusion and hurriedly said, "No, I won't go out..."
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