Chapter 174 Husband 11
In the second half of the night, heavy rain hit.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, there were continuous sounds of huge objects falling to the ground.
Ever since the dark clouds began to gather around the sky, the death rate had skyrocketed, reaching a new high that evening.
The morning light breaks through the dark clouds.
Wen Hui opened her eyes. It was drizzling outside the window. She stared blankly at the misted window and shuddered. She lifted Zheng Song's hand from her waist, along with the heavy quilt, and ran to the balcony in her slippers.
The bedroom was connected to the balcony, separated by a glass door. Last night, she had hung clothes out to dry on the balcony. It was a cool summer night, so she only closed the screen window, leaving the glass window open.
Wen Hui closed the window. The clothes drying on the balcony were not wet, but there was a layer of sticky liquid on the ground. It looked like rain, but not quite like rain. How could such a strange thing be possible?
Wen Hui took off her clothes and held them in her arms. Zheng Song, with his chest bare, hugged Wen Hui from behind and whispered softly, "Hui Hui."
The sunlight fell on his face, he narrowed his eyes slightly, then hugged Wen Hui tighter, greedily absorbing the scent emitted by his wife.
He was addicted to the scent, and his scarlet eyes revealed the innocence and tameness of a herbivore, with no trace of his former ferocity.
Wen Hui blushed, thinking they were on the balcony, and she'd go back inside to hug him. But then her eyes dropped, and she was startled. She glanced out the window—across from the neighboring high-rise building, a clear view of the scene in the opposite window. Zheng Song had dared to come to the balcony without pajamas. Wen Hui felt embarrassed for him. She pushed Zheng Song back to the bedroom, closed the glass door, and pushed him onto the bed.
Zheng Song lay down softly.
He looked at her in confusion.
Wen Hui lowered her head to fold clothes: "Aren't you afraid of being seen by the people across the street?"
Zheng Song's eyes were confused. After a while, he hummed, "I understand, Huihui."
Wen Hui sorted the clothes she had collected and put them in the closet. Zheng Song then immediately closed the curtains, completely blocking out the morning light. The light inside the room dimmed. Wen Hui turned around and looked at him: "...Why did you suddenly close the curtains?"
It was already eight o'clock. Usually, Wen Hui would have gone to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and Zheng Song would go to sleep. After breakfast was ready, Zheng Song would get up, eat breakfast, and go to work. He closed the curtains. Did he want to continue sleeping?
Zheng Song crossed the bed and came in front of Wen Hui. The tender look in his eyes made Wen Hui feel shy. He naturally hugged her waist and put his cheek against hers affectionately.
"I don't want to get dressed. Huihui, shall we go back to sleep?"
The sleeping he was talking about was definitely not just sleeping.
Wen Hui tilted her head back and let Zheng Song kiss her stickyly. When things were heading towards an unspeakable point, Wen Hui reached out and blocked Zheng Song's lips. Then she was burned. She couldn't believe it. She didn't know when Zheng Song's body temperature became so scorching that it would be no exaggeration to say it was fireworks. Is this really a temperature that the human body can withstand?
As soon as the thought arose, it was interrupted by Zheng Song's sticky voice. Wen Hui's mind was full of Zheng Song's coquettish voice.
He kept shouting her reduplication.
“Meihui, Huihui, Huihui…”
Wen Hui's heart was in turmoil at his shouting, and she almost followed him to bed without caring about anything. That wouldn't do! It was very late, and if she didn't get up, what would they have for breakfast?
Wen Hui took his hand away, pushed Zheng Song's chest and pressed him down on the bed. Zheng Song looked gentle and waited patiently for her next move. After all, it was Wen Hui who took the lead last night. The monster used some tricks to guide Wen Hui to make her mistakenly believe that it was a new thing between the two of them. In fact, the monster wanted her to answer his questions. The teaching process made both of them satisfied.
Wen Hui even led the monster into the door of the "new world".
The next moment, Wen Hui lifted the quilt to cover him.
"If you're sleepy, just sleep a little longer. I'm going to cook."
Wen Hui didn't change her clothes. She opened the balcony door and looked worriedly at the water all over the floor. At this time, Zheng Song's voice rang out: "Huihui, I'll clean up the balcony." There was a hint of guilt in his tone.
Wen Hui said, "Let me do it. You've worked hard, so get some sleep."
She looked at the mucus gathered on the ground and felt that it was very familiar. It was very similar to the sticky substances on the ground in her dreams at night.
They crawled and squirmed all over her body, invading every pore and occupying her senses: sight, smell, taste, touch. The scarlet substance clung to her flesh, making a sticky sound as it squirmed, even occupying her hearing. How could a dream have such clear and real five senses? Thinking back on it now, it all seemed like it had really happened.
Beside the bed lay the suit and tie Wen Hui had put on. Zheng Song put it on, but the buttons on his collar were crooked. Wen Hui fixed it for him, and Zheng Song took her arm around his waist. He said, "Hui Hui, you've been working hard too. I can clean it up quickly, let me do it."
His tone was strange, like he was soliciting favor, and there was an eerie intimacy in his voice—it was as if he was saying, "Let me be a part of your life." Wen Hui was confused for a moment, and was pushed into the kitchen by Zheng Song. He turned and went back to the bedroom, without even a mop. How could he clean it?
In Wen Hui's perception, last night was just another intimate time with her lover. The difference was that the two of them were more harmonious, and Zheng Song knew how to take care of her feelings and respect her wishes. However, from Zheng Song's perspective, he exposed his true nature because of his extreme joy. Fortunately, Wen Hui fell asleep in the second half, and the monster was able to be intimate with his wife in the most real state.
The scarlet flesh multiplied, split, and expanded infinitely, crawling all over the bedroom. Even this square space could not accommodate the monster's swollen body. It drilled through the gap in the balcony door to the balcony. The open window was covered with tightly closed sticky substance, and there was residue of squirming slime on the ground.
The burning surface rubbed against the clothes on the balcony. While sensing Wen Hui's perception, the monster secretly hid Wen Hui's clothes inside its flesh and blood, together with the peculiarly shaped nightgown.
The monster had an incredible idea when he heard Wen Hui's murmur - he urgently wanted to tear himself into pieces and fill his wife with his own flesh and blood!
He was even excited by this thought, and the surface of his flesh and blood became even hotter, just like his heart, trembling violently, so that just thinking of Wen Hui's name, the monster was wrapped in a strange emotion, making him uncontrollably want to stay by her side forever and completely replace Zheng Song's existence.
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It was getting late, so Wen Hui simply cooked a pot of noodles and poached two eggs. In the refrigerator was some sausage that Zheng Song's mother had made during the Chinese New Year. The two of them ate slowly, cutting the sausages and putting them on plates.
While waiting for the water to boil, Wen Hui frowned, her cheeks flushed red, perhaps from the heat or her thoughts.
She remembered that she fell asleep last night. Usually after finishing with Zheng Song, they would go to the bathroom to clean up. However, she slept until dawn last night and did not feel any discomfort when she woke up in the morning. Could it be that Zheng Song helped her clean up?
Wen Hui couldn't help laughing. The water in the pot gurgled and bubbles appeared. She curled her lips and hummed softly.
Her married life with Zheng Song was surprisingly close. In the beginning, Wen Hui was the one who mostly bowed her head. Out of love for him, she was willing to take care of his life and psychology, but she also had her moments of fatigue. She didn't expect Zheng Song to change so quickly.
She felt that her life at this moment was like living in a dream.
Outside this room, the sky is covered by dark clouds, diseases occur in various places, and the official confirms the existence of alien species. Everything feels unreal, but no matter what changes happen in the outside world, at least in this room, she has her beloved husband. Even if the end of the world comes in the next second, as long as Zheng Song is by her side, she has nothing to fear.
After Zheng Song cleaned up the balcony, he went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast with Wen Hui and placed it on the dining table.
Wen Hui and Zheng Song were facing each other. Zheng Song ate very slowly. He praised her generously, "Hui Hui, your cooking skills are very good."
Perhaps the joy of cooking lies in being liked and praised by those who taste it. Wen Hui raised her chin slightly, her eyes dark and bright, a hint of pride in her smile, and a small teardrop mole adorned her eyes, giving her a somewhat romantic look.
She cooled her cheeks with the back of her hand and said, "Really?" She lowered her eyes, her expression gentle, her voice delicate, "I asked Mom for advice and cooked noodles especially for you. Mom said that when you were sick, you couldn't eat anything, and only ate the tomato noodles she cooked..."
His expression faded.
Wen Hui said, "It seems that my recent studies have been very effective. What do you want to eat for lunch? I will decide for you."
Zheng Song picked up the bowl and drank all the tomato soup at the bottom of the bowl. His pupils were slightly red, and when his eyelashes blinked, there was a dark emotion hidden in them.
He put down the bowl and smiled at Wen Hui, saying, "Hui Hui, it rained heavily last night, and the environmental problems will become more serious. I'm not by your side, so try not to go out. When I come back, I'll accompany you wherever you want to go, okay?"
Wen Hui nodded and said, "I know, but you have to eat lunch. The food outside is not nutritious. I will cook it at home and send it to you. I will pay attention to safety, don't worry."
Zheng Song wanted to say something else, but his mind showed signs of regaining consciousness. He stood up suddenly, and the chair was knocked back and fell to the ground with a loud noise. He endured it and straightened the chair.
Before Zheng Song could regain consciousness, he opened the door: "Hui Hui..."
Wen Hui followed him nervously.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Zheng Song stood upright, his eyes lowered, their pupils a strange crimson in the dim corridor. Wen Hui raised her hand and touched his forehead, which was burning hot. She said, "You seem to have a fever. Take a day off. I'll take care of you at home..."
Wen Hui's words were abruptly interrupted before she could finish them.
Zheng Song's expression suddenly became terrifying, but in the blink of an eye, he regained his gentle demeanor and distanced himself from her. "I can't ask for leave... I mean, there's no need to ask for leave. It's just that it was very late, and I was worried about being late, so I was a little anxious and knocked over the chair. I'm in good health, Huihui, don't worry."
Wen Hui raised her head, her eyes filled with worry.
"If you feel unwell, please call me."
Zheng Song nodded. "Okay, Huihui." He paused, raised his stiff arms, and waved them twice. "See you tonight."
Wen Hui trotted over, grabbed his collar, kissed his lips, and sternly corrected him, "See you at noon!"
Zheng Song said nothing, staring at her face intently.
Wen Hui's face, which had been blurry at first sight, had now left a deep impression in his mind. She had a pair of crescent-shaped eyes, a delicate face, and a soft voice. Everything about her held a fatal attraction for him. His lips still held the warmth of a raging fire, but when he looked into her eyes, this warmth suddenly cooled like cold water splashed on his face.
The man's facial features were smooth, his pupils were dark, and he was slightly holding his forehead, as if he had just woken up.
This is Zheng Song in Wen Hui's eyes.
Wen Hui looked worried. Zheng Song's face was alternately pale and rosy. She secretly wanted him to ask for leave, but she knew the studio was very busy at this time and he wouldn't have time. She wanted to give him some advice, but she was afraid to disrupt the harmony they had enjoyed in recent days. She held his arm and asked, "...Are you okay?"
Grit your teeth, health is more important than anything else, "I'd better take a leave."
"No, I can't."
Zheng Song pushed her arm away.
Mechanically, he walked in the opposite direction of Wen Hui, as stiff as a puppet being controlled: "Hui Hui, don't worry. Wait until I come back in the evening."
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