Chapter 1700 Hi, it's nice to see you again 8
Daily doctor's check-up completed.
Wen Erliu is a reserved and mature man.
At least, that's what Song Jinhuan thought.
The villa suddenly became empty after the three people left.
"Did I scare you yesterday?" Wen Erliu cursed Wen Shiba countless times in his heart, but his face remained calm.
"No."
"This villa is quite strange in itself."
"It's normal for strange things to happen in bizarre settings."
Song Jinhuan's tone was one of utter certainty.
Is it weird?
A hint of hurt inevitably flashed in Wen Erba's eyes, but he smiled slightly and said, "It's good that you weren't scared."
Song Jinhuan awkwardly picked up her water glass and took a sip.
She wondered if it was just her imagination, but every time she was with Wen Erliu, she felt like she was being constantly subjected to his persistent gaze.
Although the other person's deep gaze always landed on her politely.
But that feeling of being trapped felt more like a psychological coercion from the shadows.
"You force me to get medical checkups every day. Do you think I'm in poor health?" she asked casually.
"You don't approve of this behavior?" Wen Erliu took the coercive aspect to heart.
"It's just that checking every day would be a hassle." It's like having homework that you have to complete every day.
Wen Erliu pondered for a moment, "If you really find it troublesome, then do it every two days."
"This is my biggest concession."
His gentle voice carried an undeniable domineering air.
"Anything that puts your mind at ease is fine," Song Jinhuan quickly changed her mind.
A smile crept across Wen Erliu's eyes, and he quickly said, "Then we'll still check every day."
Most of the time, the two were under the same roof, each doing their own thing.
Wen Erliu seemed to have an endless supply of newspapers to read.
Song Jinhuan was always lost in thought, sometimes standing by the window, sometimes by the sofa.
I was incredibly bored, but for some reason I felt very at ease.
The indoor lighting is getting dimmer and dimmer. Even in broad daylight, even with the lights turned on at their brightest, it is no longer effective for illumination.
"Miss Song, time is running out." Wen Erliu gazed at her, his eyes filled with deep longing.
Song Jinhuan's heart tightened. "I see you always stay indoors. Do you want to go out for a walk together?"
Wen Erliu didn't hide anything, "I can't step out of this villa."
I see.
"What is your wish?"
“If you need to leave here to do this, I can help you,” Song Jinhuan said with exceptional sincerity.
Wen Erliu shook his head, his face as gentle as ever. "I want to trap you."
But what he said wasn't very pleasing.
Song Jinhuan's considerate expression turned into embarrassment, and she gave a dry laugh.
“But I won’t do that.”
I wouldn't have done it before, so how could I bear to now?
Song Jinhuan could sense the overwhelming sense of regret in those words, and her nose involuntarily stung with tears. She pressed on, "So, what is your wish?"
"Of course, I hope to stay with each other until we grow old."
"But that's impossible."
He can't even get out of here.
Wen Erliu gave a self-deprecating laugh.
In silence, Song Jinhuan called out to Sanjin, "Sanjin, why can't he leave here?"
Sanjin: "This villa exists because of the soul. Before the soul is exhausted, the wish must be fulfilled, otherwise the whole world will collapse."
"He carries the lives of everyone in the world on his shoulders."
Song Jinhuan's eyes lit up. "So, all you need is a soul to support you?"
Sanjin: "It requires a soul with good fortune."
Song Jinhuan pointed to the storage ring deep within her consciousness, "Look, what do you think of this soul?"
The outsider, bound by the Immortal-Binding Rope, cursed and swore with boundless energy.
Sanjin instantly got excited, "This is it! Let me have it!"
Since you can travel to another world, how can you not be considered lucky!
With a thought, Song Jinhuan put the storage ring under the control of Sanjin.
"Mr. Wen, I will always be with you."
Until you die.
Wen Erliu's expression wasn't as happy as expected. "I don't want to."
It's enough to keep him trapped here.
If she is bullied outside in the future, he will not be able to get to her side in time.
There are too many things to consider.
Song Jinhuan smiled slightly, "What if we could leave this place?"
"You still don't want to?"
Wen Erliu fell silent; the answer was obvious.
He said casually, "Actually, my real wish is for you to give me a hug."
They say one thing but mean another, yet they are easily satisfied.
She stretched out her arms toward Song Jinhuan, carrying with her the desolation that they could never be together.
Fulfill her wish and let her go to where she belongs.
He has experience with this.
This time, he was even more adept.
Sanjin: "Ten-second countdown, hurry up and get him out of here!"
"Ten, nine, eight..."
Song Jinhuan immediately grabbed him and ran outside.
Wen Erliu was taken aback, but followed closely behind, even though he knew that he would perish as soon as he stepped out of the villa.
Shiny leather shoes crunched on the green grass. Ahead of him was her, pulling him tightly as they ran towards the light. Behind them lay the dilapidated villa.
"three"
"two"
The countdown to the three-pound weight loss echoed in Song Jinhuan's mind.
She dragged him forward recklessly.
But as the last second fell, the villa fell silent, the curses inside remaining exceptionally clear.
Song Jinhuan breathed a sigh of relief. Never before had she felt that the outsider's insults sounded quite pleasant.
She turned to look at the shocked man and extended her hand to him: "Hello, my name is Song Jinhuan, it's nice to meet you."
The man quickly straightened his suit, his deep eyes brimming with emotions that no longer needed to be suppressed, and gently returned the handshake.
"Hello, my name is Wen Li."
"It's nice to see you again."
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