Chapter 186 Husband 23
The sense of security she'd finally felt after escaping danger was completely shattered by a near-fatal suspicion. The dining table and kitchen, separated by a sliding door, seemed like two completely different worlds. The man inside diligently washed the dishes in the sink, while the woman outside was frozen. She felt the urge to flee, but fear kept her frozen in place, her limbs trembling uncontrollably.
How is that possible?
Wen Hui asked herself this question over and over again. Her gaze passed through the frosted door and fell on Zheng Song. He was wearing a gray-blue cotton home suit and the apron she had tied herself. The cold water from the faucet washed over the backs of his slender, bony hands. His honey-colored skin took on a honey-like, alluring glow under the light.
He turned off the water valve, wiped his hands, opened the door, turned off the light in the kitchen, and walked towards Wen Hui.
“Meihui, why are you looking at me like that?”
Wen Hui subconsciously dodged Zheng Song's extended palm, and her heart suddenly sank. Afraid that her action would annoy Zheng Song, she looked at him timidly and forced a stiff smile. "I, I feel a little uncomfortable. I want to sleep."
The man's face showed a hint of worry and anxiety, but in Wen Hui's eyes, there was no longer the joy and satisfaction of being cared for. Instead, there was doubt, and the suspicion and fear that came with it.
He cares about her.
Is it true, or is there something else going on?
Wen Hui stood up, and the chair was knocked out and hit the wall next to it with a loud bang.
She suddenly became nervous: "I didn't mean to do that. I didn't expect the chair to fall. I'll pick it up right away..." Before she touched the chair, Zheng Song walked over, picked up the chair, pushed it next to the dining table, and then grabbed Wen Hui's shoulders with an irresistible force, and the back of his hand touched her forehead as he wished.
Zheng Song frowned: "You have a slight fever, Huihui." The shoulder that his palm touched trembled slightly. For no reason, waves of panic came over him, and his face showed clear anxiety. He bent down and looked at Wen Hui from below.
He asked tentatively, "What happened? Can you tell me?" He emphasized, "I'm your husband. I need to tell me something. Huihui, you're not feeling well."
Wen Hui felt a corner of the high wall she had built in her heart break down under the man's gentle coaxing. She looked up and saw the worry in the man's dark eyes. In front of her was the man's broad chest and the floral fragrance that was the same as hers but even hotter. She felt her nose sore, her eyes instantly turned red, and two tears fell.
Her voice was tearful: "Zheng Song...Zheng Song?" I don't know what she was trying to prove.
He hummed.
His voice became gentler, as if he was afraid of scaring her: "You have a slight fever. Were you frightened during the day? It's okay, we are home safely. If you are tired, take a nap. I will make you some medicine. Everything will be fine after you sleep."
Wen Hui was half pushed and half carried to the bed.
She clutched the corner of the quilt and said in a trance: "I'm afraid of having nightmares."
Zheng Song replied, "I promise you, you won't have nightmares. Huihui, drink the medicine before going to sleep."
Wen Hui drank the medicine that Zheng Song brought her. He left the bedroom. Wen Hui kept staring at his back. Only when he turned his back to her did she dare to look him in the eye.
It was a body she had long been familiar with, but she had never examined it so carefully as she did today.
Zheng Song is busy with work. Although he has the habit of fitness, due to the high intensity of his work and the mental and emotional demands, his body muscle content is not high. He has only developed thin chest and abdominal muscles. He looks a little thin whether he is dressed or undressed, but because he has a good skeleton, he looks like a very healthy and strong man.
After the clouds appeared, everyone, no matter how wealthy or powerful, began to lose weight to varying degrees. Monsters wouldn't let anyone off the hook just because they were rich or powerful; in their eyes, those who were plump and well-fed with delicacies were clearly superior food.
This significantly increased everyone's panic. The poor had no solid shelter, while the wealthy worried that the picky monster would come after them first.
Zheng Song's behavior here was strange. Whether it was the monsters falling from the sky or the massacre on the rooftop, he remained calm, as if he was used to it. In the past few months, he hadn't shown the slightest fear.
Speaking of his body, he not only did not lose weight, but became healthier.
The width of his shoulders had changed, the muscles in his chest had thickened and strengthened, and even his strength had changed. He used to seldom hold Wen Hui in his arms, but in recent months he had been carrying her on his back and in his arms quite frequently. When he felt like it, he would even carry her above his waist like a child...
How is that possible?
At this moment, Zheng Song pushed the door open and Wen Hui quickly closed her eyes. She bit her lips tightly and her hands, which were clutching the quilt, revealed her nervousness and were trembling.
Zheng Song took off his shoes and sat down in his seat, glancing a bit aggrievedly at Wen Hui, who was wrapped tightly in the quilt. He remembered that in the beginning, he and Wen Hui slept separately in their own beds, but that had changed a long time ago! He hugged his sweet and soft wife every night, but tonight, she was clearly resisting.
Zheng Song touched her tightly bitten lips: "If you use more force, the skin will be broken, Huihui." He asked expectantly: "If you are so scared, let's sleep together." He tentatively pulled the corner of her quilt and found that she had tucked the corner in and pressed it under her body. He frowned in confusion, not understanding what Wen Hui meant.
Wen Hui tried her best to keep her tone calm: "No, just sleep like this for now. What I mean is, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll have a nightmare at night... Let's sleep like this."
Zheng Song was very close to her. Even though Wen Hui didn't dare to look at him, she could still clearly catch a glimpse of his suddenly lost expression from the corner of her eye.
He was like a puppy drenched in rain, sadness evident in his eyes and eyebrows. Wen Hui's thoughts were torn in two.
Whether it was the little boy or Tao Qian, they were all monsters dominated by appetite. No matter how well Tao Qian disguised herself, she could not avoid the greedy expression she showed when tempted by food.
Zheng Song was completely different. He would learn to do chores in his daily life, take good care of her during her menstrual period, and even sink into the sea of clouds with her at night. Could a monster possess such rich emotions and desire to learn?
Wen Hui was in a dilemma.
She thought, perhaps it was her fever that had caused her confusion. Subconsciously, she didn't want Zheng Song to be possessed by a monster. She liked the present day, she liked this kind of life, and she didn't want anything to disrupt it...
When Wen Hui noticed the man's low mood, her heart began to soften. She didn't want to hurt Zheng Song's feelings because of her sensitivity.
Wanting to say something to make amends, Zheng Song directly pulled the corner of her quilt, covering his handsome face in front of him, his brows slightly wrinkled, his dark eyes revealing overflowing grievance and sadness. A dark shadow enveloped Wen Hui, her heart beat uncontrollably, and her eyes kept glancing at his mouth.
What does he want to do?
Wen Hui nervously clutched the corner of the quilt.
She was afraid that he would be like Tao Qian, and let her watch the skin and flesh on his face peel off in front of her eyes, just like the peeling paint on the wall of an old house, slowly falling down and being covered with scarlet flesh and blood - she couldn't bear such a scene, especially if it was on the face of her closest person.
Just as her thoughts were flying around, Zheng Song lowered his head and kissed her face.
Wen Hui closed her eyes, was startled, and looked up at him.
Zheng Song's tone matched the grievance on his face. He said, "Huihui is brave, but I'm timid. I can't sleep. I'm afraid of nightmares. Huihui, please help me. I want to sleep under the same blanket with you." He emphasized, "Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep, and even if I do sleep, I'll have nightmares."
Wen Hui was bewitched by his aggrieved expression. She was stunned for a moment but did not refuse. Zheng Song had already taken advantage of her distraction, lifted a corner of the quilt, and rubbed towards it while observing Wen Hui's reaction. Seeing that she did not resist, he lay down and then went further and put his arm under her neck.
Zheng Song said contentedly, "Go to sleep, Huihui. Have a sweet dream."
Wen Hui didn't dare to look at his face, closed her eyes and nodded.
…
This was destined to be a sleepless night. After what happened during the day, Wen Hui developed an indescribable fear of anything red. This was evident when, upon entering her dream and seeing the crimson waves, she scurried away like a frightened rabbit, ultimately falling out of the dream.
When she woke up, she seemed to hear Zheng Song's apologetic voice, as if he was apologizing to her. She was groggy, but when she heard the familiar voice, the fear brought by the dream was dispelled, and she fell asleep again.
She slept uneasily and woke up halfway to hear Zheng Song whisper in her ear: "Hui Hui?"
He asked again, "Hui Hui?"
Wen Hui did not respond.
There was no sound nearby.
But you can clearly feel the weight reduction of the mattress.
In the dim light, Wen Hui opened her eyes slightly. Thick lashes half-blocked her vision, casting a hazy mist over the scene before her. The moonlight cast shimmering waves across the ground. A dark red ocean slowly fell to the ground, following the shape of the bed. It quietly crawled to the door, pausing for a moment. Two glowing red eyes emerged from the crimson flesh, meeting Wen Hui's tearful eyes directly.
Wen Hui just stood there stiffly.
For some unknown reason, the mass of scarlet flesh gave up on turning the doorknob and leaving the room, instead swarming onto the single sofa beside the bed. As it retreated, Wen Hui realized it was finally going to devour her.
However, they only crawled to the sofa. Wen Hui was overwhelmed by fear and didn't realize that this was just a sign of their concern for their wife.
His wife, frightened by the daytime monster, finally fell asleep. He didn't want to wake her with his actions. He just wanted her to sleep undisturbed.
A scene comparable to a horror unfolded before her eyes. Something stirred within the scarlet flesh, and then, bursting forth from within, something resembling an octopus tentacle, as thick as Wen Hui's legs and wrists, countless tentacles emerged, tangling and entwining into the torso of an adult male, before painting this face with color—eyes, nose, mouth.
The tentacles create the shape of hands and legs, and even pause slightly in the center, finally shaping it into the most acceptable form within the visual range.
Wen Hui saw the entire scene of the monster turning into a living person.
She saw the monster with Zheng Song's face, holding up the flesh and bringing it to her mouth. The darkness made her overlook its battered state. It had been torn into pieces by Tao Qian, and finally pieced together, blood still gushing from the wounds where it had been joined.
In the monster's mind, he longed for Wen Hui to gently caress the damaged tissues. He hoped that Wen Hui would accept his true appearance, and the greater his desire, the greater his fear.
As he developed self-awareness, he secretly made up his mind to suppress the development of his self-awareness and to play the role of Zheng Song seriously.
He didn't want his timid wife to be frightened...
He scooped up the wounded, bleeding tissue, extended his tongue, and licked it slowly. The wound, touched by the mucus on his tongue, was slowly healing. As he licked the wound, he looked at his wife with concern.
She was acting strange tonight.
He could sense her fear, but...
Is her fear because of "Tao Qian" or him?
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