Chapter 66 Transformation
The chains rubbed against the bedposts, making a monotonous sound.
Wen Ren Su was half-leaning on the large bed covered with silver-white brocade in Ling Zheng's bedroom, wearing only a thin undershirt.
The shackles were the perfect size for the bony ankles.
He quietly watched the falling maple leaves outside the window, his eyes empty, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only a handsome but lifeless body.
In fact, he was just confused.
Why doesn't Ling Zheng play by the rules? He has turned evil but not completely evil, and he even wants to play the imprisonment game.
As an AI, he never thought that one day he would be able to empathize with the domineering boss's little white flower.
The failure of this uprising caused unrest among the believers. After suppressing a few violent leaders, Ling Zheng stepped into the bedroom with a lingering anger.
Seeing this scene and feeling the silent white, his heart trembled slightly. He had never seen Wen Rensu look so lonely.
The anger from the outside world suddenly died down, turning into a feeling of powerlessness in the face of Wen Rensu.
Hate cannot be indulged, and love cannot be pure.
Hearing Ling Zheng's unhurried footsteps, Wen Rensu's eyelids twitched slightly. He continued to feel melancholy and watched Ling Zheng's actions out of the corner of his eye.
Ling Zheng walked to the bedside and looked down at Wen Rensu.
He didn't resist, didn't ridicule, and didn't even bother to give her a glance.
"Get up." Ling Zheng ordered with a slightly dark look in his eyes.
Wen Rensu sat up slowly as he was told. The movement affected the wound under his ribs. He frowned slightly and raised his calm eyes.
"What can I do for you, Master Ling?"
Ling Zheng's eyes were sharp and he caught the other person's strangeness. He sneered in his heart and sat down next to him unmoved, causing the bed to sink slightly.
"Since you have become my concubine, you must address me as Lord."
The last two words fell slowly, with a hint of teasing, and he observed the subtle changes in the other person's expression calmly.
Wen Rensu had no objection, lowered his brows and said, "Yes, my lord."
Ling Zheng was stunned. This kind of absolute submission should be the scene he most wanted to see after revenge.
But at this moment, it was like a punch hitting cotton. Instead of feeling pleasure, it gave rise to an indescribable frustration.
The nameless anger in his heart surged again, but he had no place to vent it. He forced himself to change to a more harsh tone, trying to tear off this calm mask.
"You seem to be free here. Aren't you worried about your righteous allies?"
"The success or failure is determined by fate." After saying this, Wen Rensu closed his eyes, as if he was not involved.
Ling Zheng snorted coldly, not wanting to be bothered by his indifferent attitude, and pressed on:
"You worked so hard to become the leader of the alliance, wasn't it to uphold your so-called righteous path? Now you're too reluctant to even express your concern? Where's your righteousness?"
Hearing this, Wen Rensu was slightly surprised and explained calmly:
"I'm just doing my duty. As a righteous man, it's my duty to uphold justice. But now that I've been reduced to a prisoner, the affairs of the underworld have nothing to do with me."
This is his true thought. He is so cold-hearted and heartless that it is outrageous, but he deceives the world.
Ling Zheng first lowered his head and laughed softly, his shoulders trembling slightly, and then he suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly, wetting his eyelashes.
Wenrensu's words unexpectedly suited his taste. He pinched Wenrensu's chin and rolled his eyes slightly.
"It's time to show those noble and upright sects the true face of the leader you elected."
He used his fingertips to press harder, leaving a deeper red mark on Wen Rensu's jaw.
However, the laughter gradually died down, and the sarcastic mentality came to an abrupt end, but Ling Zheng's eyes never left Wen Rensu's face.
She had long eyebrows, a straight nose, and thin lips tightly pursed, with an aloofness that kept people at a distance, yet strangely attracted him.
The bedroom was silent for a moment, with only the soft sound of red maple leaves falling to the ground.
An inexplicable impulse, which he himself was not even aware of, quietly grew like a vine and entangled his reason.
The impulse came so suddenly that it drove him to slowly lower his head and move closer to the face that was so close.
His breathing became a little rapid, his heart was pounding like a drum, and his eyes were fixed on those two beautifully shaped lips, like a hungry wolf salivating over that piece of tender meat.
The distance was getting closer and closer, so close that he could clearly see the fine hairs on Wen Rensu's face.
Just when his lips were about to touch that pale color——
He glanced at Wen Ren Su and saw that he was still calm. From his perspective, he even seemed to see the mockery in the other person's eyes.
What are you doing?!
With a start, Ling Zheng suddenly pulled himself away from the obsessive impulse.
He felt as if he was burned by a branding iron. He instantly pulled back the hand that was pinching Wen Rensu's chin, and bounced off the bed, his back hitting the uneven carved wardrobe.
The dull pain in his back made him completely awake. He was breathing heavily, the blood drained from his face, and his eyes were fixed on Wen Rensu who was puzzled. His heart was overwhelmed by a huge sense of shame.
He felt like a complete idiot. Was he that horny? Wanting to do the same thing again?!
Ling Zheng cursed himself, not daring to look at Wen Ren Su again. He turned around abruptly and rushed towards the bedroom door as if he was fleeing in panic.
Peace returned to the bedroom again.
A hint of doubt was clearly reflected in Wen Rensu's dark eyes. He raised his hand and gently touched his jaw, which had just been pinched and hurt.
He was clearly still waiting for Ling Zheng's next words, so why did he suddenly freeze and then run away as if he had seen a ghost?
Wen Rensu frowned in worry. The situation was now developing in a direction that he could no longer fully control.
And Ling Zheng, ever since his embarrassing escape that day, has been extremely "passionate" about his career and has not set foot in the bedroom for two whole months.
No one knew where Ling Zheng slept, but Wen Rensu was confined to his bedroom, and the chain on his feet was just enough for him to walk around the bedroom.
Daily life is like a set routine: eating, sitting quietly, and staring out the window.
He was still confused, but more patiently waiting for the variables to reappear.
The maple leaves outside the bedroom window gradually withered from their brilliant red color, and were finally covered by the first light snow of early winter.
Late at night, when all was quiet, heavy, chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded outside the palace gate, accompanied by the low, dissuading voices of attendants.
"Master...you are drunk..."
"Get out of here!"
"It's cold outside, Master, at least put on your cloak..."
"I don't need it!"
The palace door was slammed open with a bang, and a strong smell of alcohol instantly poured into the warm bedroom, mixing with the biting cold air outside.
Ling Zheng stumbled in. His dark robes were a little loose, his hair was tilted slightly, and a few strands of black hair fell on his forehead.
His usually bright eyes were now covered with a layer of mist, his cheeks were abnormally flushed, his steps were unsteady, and he was obviously drunk.
Ling Zheng waved away the servant who wanted to support him and slammed the door of the palace shut.
Leaning against the cold door, he panted, his eyes passing through the dim candlelight and falling on the chained figure on the bed.
She was in the cage he had created, and she was avoiding it, but the man seemed to be enjoying himself, without any change.
With such a loud noise, anyone who was not dead would be woken up. It was obvious that Wen Rensu was still alive, so he sat up and looked at Ling Zheng with sleepy eyes, and his mind gradually became clear.
This variable has finally arrived.
Ling Zheng staggered closer, the strong smell of alcohol hitting him. He stopped in front of the bed, leaning forward slightly, his hot, drunken breath almost spraying Wen Rensu's face.
In his misty, drunken eyes, extremely complex emotions surged - pain, confusion, and even a hint of imperceptible fragility.
"You..." Ling Zheng's voice was hoarse and nasal. He tried to stay awake, but he couldn't help shaking.
"You are here... you are free and easy... you can eat and drink well..."
He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the front of Wenren Suzhong's shirt with such force that he almost tore the thin fabric.
"I...I'm outside...cleaning up your mess! Stopping those...messy people on your righteous path,"
He growled, his voice filled with anger and... grievance?
Wenren was happy to hear that Lingzheng was the first to complain. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that those people from the righteous path were here to take him back.
Ling Zheng came closer, the smell of alcohol making Wen Rensu feel uncomfortable, he frowned slightly,
"You're just... like nothing happened... just sitting here admiring the snow all day?"
As soon as he said this, he invisibly revealed that he had been secretly paying attention to the situation on Wenren Su's side.
Although Wen Rensu did not struggle, his eyes were full of disgust at the smell of alcohol.
Seeing the expression on Rensu's face, Ling Zheng obviously misunderstood, and the pain in his eyes became even greater.
The hand that was clutching his collar was shaking slightly, almost pouring the weight of his entire body over him.
He lowered his head and rested his forehead on Wen Rensu's neck. The contact with the other's slightly cool skin made Ling Zheng sigh silently.
"I heard someone complain..."
He murmured, his voice unclear, "Why...why is it you..."
His misty eyes wandered across Wen Rensu's face, as if looking for a phantom that had long disappeared.
"If only..." His voice lowered, with a kind of nostalgia that was almost like a dream.
"In the Jiyu Secret Realm...wouldn't it be better if you just let me die there?"
These words, like a stone thrown into deep water, finally caused a tiny ripple in Wen Rensu's silent eyes.
He turned his head slightly to avoid Ling Zheng's strong presence and overly complicated gaze.
However, this subtle evasive action was like a fuse, instantly igniting Ling Zheng's chaotic emotions that were infinitely magnified by alcohol.
"What are you hiding for?!" Ling Zheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes still drunken, but ignited by a paranoia that was almost insane.
He clutched his collar, and with his other hand, he roughly twisted Wen Rensu's head, forcing him to look straight at him.
"Don't forget your identity!" Ling Zheng's voice suddenly rose, with unquestionable strength, "You are my forbidden fruit, my property!"
He almost completely shrouded Wen Rensu in his own shadow, his undisguised aggressive gaze lingering on him.
"I will provide you with food, clothing, and protection." Ling Zheng's breathing became more rapid, and his eyes were dangerous. "Now, it's time for you to fulfill your duties."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly leaned over and kissed her fiercely with brutal force.
It wasn't a kiss, more like a rough bite and plunder.
In this way, he tried to tear apart Wenren Su's cold disguise, prove his control, and vent the love and hate that had nowhere to go in his heart.
Wen Rensu's pupils suddenly contracted. The slight pain of his lips and teeth colliding caused a slight pain, and the strong smell of alcohol filled his senses.
Instinctively, Wen Rensu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Ling Zheng's head, while at the same time quickly retreating to the side and rear to create distance.
"Ling Zheng, what are you doing drunkenly?"
Ling Zheng groaned in pain, but he held onto the collar of his clothes and, instead of retreating, he lunged forward even more fiercely.
The heavy body, with its powerful impact, pushed Wen Rensu down on the bed.
The bed groaned under the weight, and the chains were pulled violently, making a harsh sound of metal friction.
Ling Zheng lowered his head and tried to kiss her again desperately, his movements were frantic and disorganized, like an enraged beast in heat.
"open!"
Wen Rensu's voice was filled with clear anger for the first time, and the two of them wrestled fiercely on the large bed.
The brocade bedding was torn into a mess, and the sound of heavy breathing and the clanging of chains echoed in the bedroom.
Wen Rensu's eyes blazed with utter rage. When Ling Zheng tried to restrain him again, Wen Rensu stopped struggling to free his hands. Instead, he flexed his right leg and rammed his knee into Ling Zheng's lower back.
"Ugh!"
Ling Zheng was caught off guard. The severe pain made him arch his body, and the power controlling Wen Rensu's legs suddenly loosened.
The world is spinning——
Ling Zheng was flipped over by a sudden force, and his back hit the soft quilt with a dull sound.
Seizing the opportunity, Wen Rensu stood up like a cheetah breaking free from its shackles.
He knelt on one knee between Ling Zheng's waist and abdomen, pinning him to the bed. One hand locked his wrist like an iron clamp, and the other hand pinched Ling Zheng's neck.
"Are you crazy enough?" Wen Rensu looked down at the person under him with a face as cold as ice.
Ling Zheng was forced to raise his head, his cold and white face flushed due to suffocation.
Those eyes that were always filled with gloom or calculation were now slightly unfocused due to the pain, and even a few physiological tears oozed out of the corners of the eyes.
“Huh…huh…”
He opened his mouth slightly and breathed with difficulty, like a startled goose with broken wings.
This posture of being completely controlled by others, this vulnerability revealed by oneself, was like an invisible electric current, arousing a more primitive impulse in Wenrensu.
The fingers pinching his neck relaxed quietly. Wen Rensu's eyes changed, and he slowly leaned down, his nose almost touching Ling Zheng's, and his hot breath sprayed on his face.
Ling Zheng seemed to sense the change in his attitude and struggled slightly, but in Wen Rensu's eyes, it seemed like he was giving some kind of hint.
Wen Rensu leaned forward, not biting roughly like Ling Zheng, but licking the sweet taste of his lips bit by bit with a lingering feeling.
Ling Zheng's body stiffened instantly, and then he began to tremble under Wen Rensu's gentleness. A vague sob escaped from his throat, and it was hard to tell whether it was pain or something else.
As the mood got better, Wen Rensu was no longer satisfied with the entanglement of lips and teeth, and instead tore off the luxurious clothes.
The hot kiss was like a brand, with the force of punishment, falling on Ling Zheng's neck, collarbone, chest... leaving clear red marks wherever it passed.
Ling Zheng seemed to be unable to bear it and turned his head slightly, but thoughts that were not in line with the current situation emerged in his mind.
I made an accidental discovery, and after half a month of verification, I learned something that Wenren Su had concealed.
From an angle the man couldn't see, a glimmer of inquiry, mixed with emotion, flashed across the depths of those misty eyes.
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