Chapter 192 Husband 29
Returning home, surrounded by the familiar smell, Zheng Song's expression suddenly became gloomy and dark.
The sweet, alluring, and endlessly addictive married life was just a delusion. Huihui feared, terrified, and even loathed him, desperately trying to escape him at every opportunity...
Zheng Song felt a pain in his heart as if it were being pierced by densely packed fine needles.
——He was at a loss and didn't know what to do to prove his sincerity.
He could only plead over and over again, "Don't leave me, Huihui, don't leave me again!"
The sticky substance on the soles of his feet quickly accumulated and spread, forming a pool of slippery, sticky flesh that climbed up Wen Hui's calves, silently wrapping around her like a rope. Hugging Wen Hui from behind, he perfectly concealed the sudden anger and resentment on his face and spoke in a calm and indifferent tone:
"Huihui, please, don't leave me again. You can't leave me again! There are monsters everywhere. Huihui is timid. What would you do if you encountered a monster, or even the weakest creatures? I will protect you. Don't leave me."
To Wen Hui, these words sounded no less than a threat.
Look, there are monsters everywhere. Will you be safe even if you leave me? Staying with me might save your life for now, but leave here. The monsters out there aren't as easy to deal with as I am. Just like "Tao Qian" and the monsters in the parking lot, they'll eat whatever they want. They don't care what you think!
The monster in the parking lot left an indelible impression on Wen Hui. Its ugly appearance and fishy smell made her feel a sense of satisfaction after comparison when she faced the monster pretending to be Zheng Song again.
Although he was a monster, he didn't smell disgusting. He was always filled with the fragrance of jasmine, and occasionally a faint smell of blood could be smelled, but it wasn't strong. Moreover, the appearance he showed her was the carefully modified face of Zheng Song, which made her less resistant...
If her legs weren't bound, she would have thought the monster was more human.
His tone was filled with obvious anger. He finally exploded, furious at her escape. Wen Hui was of course terrified, but also faintly relieved.
It was obviously a good thing that he could vent his emotions. It was better than him hiding his dark emotions and dealing a fatal blow to Wen Hui just when she thought she had escaped.
Having emotions and thoughts means there is a way to solve the problem, instead of having no emotions or thoughts at all, like a real beast, which is just a delicious food in front of it.
Wen Hui suppressed the trembling in her heart. Even if she wanted to leave him, she had lost the courage to do so. It was just as the monster said. Facing the dangerous environment, she was helpless and could only be slaughtered.
Staying by his side is actually the safest thing at the moment.
"I know." Wen Hui lowered her head. "This is my home. I won't leave."
The monster murmured in her ear: "You are lying to me, Huihui, you are lying to me."
His tone was filled with clear and obvious sadness, and a hint of madness hidden deep within. Wen Hui's intuition told her that his face must be very ugly at this moment.
It was so ugly that it was beyond words. It was a terrifying monster. That was why he put his arms around her neck and pressed his face against hers so that she couldn't turn around and see his face.
The voice, filled with deep sorrow, continued, "Hui Hui, what should I do to make you trust me? I wish I could take my heart out. If I could only show you my heart, you would believe that I won't hurt you. You would stay by my side and never leave, right? Hui Hui, will you not be afraid of me then? I'll show you my heart, my heart..."
He is gradually moving towards madness, loss of control and unpredictability.
It was because the fear of losing Wen Hui that had been pent up in his heart was gradually spreading upwards. His heart was tightly squeezed, and then his thoughts were filled with the image of Wen Hui gradually moving away from him in the supermarket -
Although he appeared normal and was not affected at all, he did not deliberately maintain his appearance when Wen Hui left him, causing his face to be briefly covered with flesh and blood.
In the parking lot and in the car, he behaved the same as before, and was even able to quickly answer Wen Hui's questions. But only he knew that he was being roasted by the fire. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to do something immediately to make Wen Hui understand clearly that even if he was a monster, he was a monster that would never hurt her and was eager to give her all his goodness!
Wen Hui was horrified by his almost insane attitude. She huddled together, at a loss. As the monster kept clamoring to show her his heart, she was afraid that he would really do that.
She quickly closed her eyes, moved the cheek that was imprisoned by him towards him, and held his chattering lips in a soothing manner.
“Megumin… ow.”
His bloodshot eyes widened due to excitement, and his cat-like pupils suddenly revealed surprise and then surprise.
The monster froze, his eyes fixed on his wife.
Wen Hui was wearing clothes that would facilitate her escape. Yes, the monster knew clearly why she changed her clothing style.
The pure white sweatshirt was stained with blood, and the stench, which was reminiscent of something else, increased the risk of the monster going crazy. Although he acted gentle and generous in front of Wen Hui, once he sensed the presence of another scent on his wife, he fell into uncontrollable jealousy, anger, and even madness.
The wife in my arms is soft and fragile, like the carefully cared-for jasmine flowers on the balcony, with beautiful white petals clustered among green leaves. She is gentle and harmless, emitting a soft and delicate fragrance.
The faint scent was covered by the smell of blood, but the monster was able to peel off the stench and smell the innermost scent that belonged only to Wen Hui.
Her eyelids trembled, covering her tearful pupils. As she looked at him, her dark pupils radiated fear and anxiety. Her lips, holding his, touched gently, cautiously, as if she was afraid he would lose control and go completely mad.
He was wrong.
Huihui needed a lot of patience, a lot of care, a lot of love... He had no self-awareness. He was a monster. Huihui was timid. Her willingness to be close to him, to kiss him, was enough to make him happy. He hoped that as time passed, Huihui would eventually understand his true feelings...
Wen Hui kissed his lips helplessly and flatteringly. It was not so much that she had no idea, but rather that she was frightened by his attitude. She briefly forgot how to kiss and instinctively held his lips lightly.
The lack of response made her increasingly nervous and anxious. She lost her strength, and the skin on his lips was slightly broken. Zheng Song frowned slightly, but his eyes were filled with springy passion. He wanted to stuff more meat into her mouth and let her bite hard. It seemed that only this way could he prove to her how he felt at the moment.
Gasping for breath, she begged softly, "Don't be angry... Don't be angry with me." Sensing the monster's loosening, she turned around and put her arms around his neck, tiptoed over to him, nose to nose, lips to lips, her voice low and trembling, "I'm scared of you doing this..."
Zheng Song lowered his eyes and saw his wife's rosy cheeks. He sighed softly, "I'm not angry, Huihui."
He hugged her tightly, and the sticky flesh and blood spread silently, gradually covering the entire ground. They carefully took away Wen Hui's sneakers, wrapped her feet instead of shoes, and carefully licked the blood splashed around her body.
The breath of other creatures was replaced by the monster's breath, and it became more and more intense and could not be ignored.
Wen Hui raised her eyes, her cheeks flushed with shame. The monster was different from Zheng Song. Zheng Song was her husband, a legally recognized couple. Any intimate actions between them were legal, compliant, and moral. But the monster—
Even though he is wearing Zheng Song's skin, he is still not Zheng Song. He is a monster completely independent of Zheng Song. This situation creates an illusion for Wen Hui that she is cheating and her morality is condemning her.
Zheng Song was devoured by a monster, but she was in love with the monster that caused Zheng Song's death. Even though her compromise was an intimate act out of fear of the monster's pressure, it still could not cover up the fact that she had been moved and flattered by the monster many times, and her feelings were even more intense than when she was with Zheng Song.
Wen Hui thought of Zheng Song. Her husband had been gone for many days, but she rarely thought of him, so when she thought of him at this moment, she was overwhelmed by overwhelming guilt.
But what could she do for Zheng Song? In front of the monster, she didn't even have the strength to protect herself, let alone miss her dead husband. Even if she was stupid, she knew that missing Zheng Song in front of the monster was like plucking hair from a tiger's mouth...
"Huihui, what are you thinking about?" the monster suddenly asked.
Wen Hui raised her eyes tremblingly and met eyes filled with dark emotions. The monster stared at the face that looked very similar to Zheng Song but more handsome. The breath gradually approached, and the confused thoughts in her mind were completely dispelled by the monster.
He pressed his lips against hers, like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, taking over everything in her mouth: her saliva, her breath, even the space within. He felt as if he wanted to tear a piece of her flesh off.
Wen Hui cried out in pain.
The torrential rain turned into a gentle drizzle.
A heavy palm pressed down on Wen Hui's lower back, pushing her towards Zheng Song like a heavy lead ball. She was forced to stick to the monster's strong and bulging chest muscles. The clouds of love were broken apart, and she felt the monster's aggressive kiss, which seemed to carry a bit of inexplicable possessiveness.
He said in a vague voice: "Huihui can only be mine. I am your husband, we are husband and wife, Huihui can't think of anyone else!"
He tightly embraced Wen Hui's slender waist and bit her equally fragile neck. The whole living room had already turned into a scarlet nest. Wen Hui tilted her head back, her legs close together, and kept rubbing them. When she came to her senses, panting, she was already carried to the bathroom by the monster.
The warm and gentle water splashed all over my body.
The tiled floor beneath my feet was rippling with light red water.
The monster diligently wiped away the blood and filth she had stained.
He asked flatteringly, "Hui Hui, I will work hard to learn how to be a good husband. Please give me a chance, and I promise to do better than him."
He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to talk about other men at this moment. He forced a gentle smile, "Huihui, how's my strength? You need to give me feedback. Your clothes have an unpleasant smell, and it's all on your skin. It needs to be cleaned up in time. I'm throwing that outfit away. From what I've observed, you don't like it either. I hope my presumptuous behavior didn't make you angry?"
Wen Hui's skin turned red from being rubbed by him. She was unable to respond to his words, and there was a splashing sound in the bathtub.
The sticky substance like tentacles rushed into the water waves, wrapping the water that did not belong to water into the flesh and blood.
Wen Hui witnessed it with her own eyes, pursed her lips, blushed, and said nothing.
After cleaning off the blood and dust from the day, Wen Hui put on the home clothes the monster had prepared, and was then half-carried, half-carried, to the dining table.
Zheng Song said, "Huihui, you're very tired, but I haven't mastered the cooking skills yet, so the food I make tastes terrible. I'll ask you to eat the cooked food from the supermarket first! You must be very hungry after a hard day, so fill your stomach first. Huihui, please be patient and teach me how to cook in the future. I will take care of your life..."
It’s better not to.
Wen Hui bathed, even ate, without touching the ground. Even when she was exhausted, she could still make simple meals. But in the monster's eyes, it was as if she had a terminal illness that prevented her from using any strength at all, as if she could disappear at any time without his embrace.
If he taught her to cook and other things, would she still have time to move around on her own? She might be trapped in his arms forever...
Wen Hui is still used to the gentle and tolerant monster from before.
She didn't dare to provoke him anymore. She pulled out a piece of braised beef from the shopping bag and stuffed the whole piece into his mouth: "Eat it quickly. I'll take whatever I want."
The beef looked huge, and the monster devoured it in just a few seconds. Wen Hui hadn't taken a single bite yet, but seeing this, fearing he would continue to chatter in her ear, saying something terrifying, she pulled out another piece of the bag, which she couldn't tell was raw or cooked, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Eat slowly."
“Hmm…” The monster’s voice, aggrieved yet satisfied, rang out: “Meihui, the bag hasn’t been untied yet.”
Wen Hui hummed perfunctorily.
She thought in despair that since she couldn't escape, she could only take things one step at a time. At least for now, the monster seemed stupid and easy to talk to as long as she didn't cross his line.
As for his bottom line.
——You can’t leave his side.
After eating and drinking, Wen Hui was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The monster kindly asked her to rest on the bed, but she didn't refuse. She left the mess on the table for the monster to clean up. She then lay down on the bed, but the day's chaotic thoughts were ultimately no match for the tired sleepiness.
She fell into a deep and sweet dream.
When I woke up again, I was awakened by a rustling sound. I opened my eyes dazedly and saw the monster squatting on the ground beside the bed, holding something in its hand, making a rustling sound.
Wen Hui narrowed her eyes slightly and saw clearly that what he was holding in his hand was her and Zheng Song's wedding photo.
The monster had dug out the photos from their glass frames and was patiently tearing them apart. The half of Wen Hui's photo remained intact, but Zheng Song's had long since been shattered, its original appearance unrecognizable.
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