Chapter Eighteen: A Little Crazy
Chapter Eighteen
Wen Zhu blinked, shook her head, and pulled away from Wen Zhaoye's hand. She said slowly, "Ah, why did you bring in a plate of fruit? I can't eat any of it."
Wen Zhaoye sneered, forked a piece of apple and touched it to Wen Zhuo's lips. The cool, sweet, and fragrant apple touched Wen Zhuo's lips, and Wen Zhuo's eyes widened in surprise: "What? Wait, I can eat this?"
Just as she was about to open her mouth, she saw Wen Zhaoye put the apple into his own mouth. Wen Zhaoye's eyes were fixed on her, and he bit down hard with his teeth, crushing the apple between his teeth. Wen Zhuo vaguely thought that Wen Zhaoye was biting her.
Wen Zhuo avoided his gaze: "...What do you mean?" Was he threatening her?
Wen Zhaoye: "Don't change the subject, you remembered." He said in a declarative tone.
“If you were still suffering from amnesia, you would already be riding on my head by now.”
Wen Zhuo held her breath and remained silent. When she lost her memory, she didn't consider Wen Zhaoye her brother. She genuinely thought Wen Zhaoye was her lover. What's wrong with being a lover?
Once she remembered, Wen Zhaoye's tyrannical power, which had ruled her for decades, finally pressed down on her again. Moreover, yesterday they had done some things that were not in line with their brother-sister relationship.
Wen Zhuo dared not look at any part of Wen Zhaoye's body; a single glance would bring back vivid details that would play on repeat in her mind.
Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Wen Zhaoye picked up another piece of apple and put it into Wen Zhuo's mouth. Wen Zhuo chewed it subconsciously, and the sweet juice of the fruit filled her mouth.
Wen Zhuo's eyes lit up. She had actually tried eating Wen Zhaoye's food before, but she couldn't taste the flavors; she could only eat it.
Wen Zhuo raised an eyebrow at him, indicating that he wanted more. Wen Zhaoye silently took another piece for her, but when he fed her, his fingers seemed to inadvertently slip into Wen Zhuo's mouth.
"Ouch, you bit me." Wen Zhaoye sighed as his finger got stuck in Wen Zhuo's teeth.
Wen Zhuo was shocked; there was such a way to frame someone.
She bit him hard, but Wen Zhaoye's expression remained unchanged. Wen Zhuo's gaze gradually became hesitant, so she bit him even harder, but Wen Zhaoye still showed no expression.
Huh, why?
Wen Zhuo took his finger out and saw a very deep tooth mark between the knuckles of his middle finger, almost turning purple. Wen Zhuo froze in place, belatedly realizing that the Wen Zhaoye in front of her seemed to be different from the one she remembered.
She recalled the almost ubiquitous surveillance cameras in the villa. Although Wen Zhaoye had been somewhat controlling of her before, it hadn't gone to this extent. Wen Zhuo felt a chill run down her spine.
Wen Zhaoye's gaze swept over the bite mark on his middle finger twice, then settled on his bare ring finger, with a hint of regret.
He pinched Wen Zhuo's cheek, seemingly turning the page on what happened yesterday and going along with Wen Zhuo's wishes.
Is that possible?
Wen Zhaoye bent down, and a kiss landed naturally on Wen Zhuo's lips.
Wen Zhuo's pupils contracted sharply. Before she could refuse, Wen Zhaoye had already stood up. Under Wen Zhuo's incredulous gaze, he sat down beside her, holding the plate of apples, and asked with a smile, "They are quite sweet. Aren't you going to eat them?"
It is indeed sweet, but what about your previous behavior?
Wen Zhuo remained silent, only questioning him with her eyes.
Wen Zhaoye fed the apple directly to her mouth, and Wen Zhuo opened her mouth without hesitation.
After eating a few, Wen Zhuo didn't want to eat anymore. She politely indicated that she was full. Wen Zhaoye touched her stomach and muttered to himself, amidst the background sound of Wen Zhuo gasping for breath, "She didn't eat that much."
"What are you doing!" Wen Zhuo questioned.
Wen Zhaoye asked in confusion, "Why did I feed you an apple?"
Wen Zhuo protested his behavior: "If you're going to feed me an apple, fine, but why are you touching my stomach?"
"Let me feel if you've eaten enough?"
Wen Zhuo was speechless for a moment: "You shouldn't be like this, so..."
Wen Zhaoye seemed to understand what she was saying. He nodded in sudden realization, then suddenly moved closer to Wen Zhuo, his warm breath brushing against her neck. His voice rose slowly: "Does that mean I shouldn't have done this?"
His cheek pressed against Wen Zhuo's neck, clinging to her like some boneless reptile. He took a deep breath instinctively, Wen Zhuo's breath filling his nostrils. He wrapped his arms around her, pinning down her resisting limbs. Finally, under Wen Zhuo's speechless gaze, he whispered close to her lips:
"It still can't be done like this?"
His lips landed on her warm, burning lips, his moist tongue licking her cold lips, bringing a burning heat to her icy skin.
He quickly released her, grabbed Wen Zhuo's chin, and turned her face back, looking down at her, and said, "Wen Zhuo, where did your memory stop? Did you just find out about this?"
He didn't wait for Wen Zhuo to pretend to ask what it was about, but instead lightly stroked Wen Zhuo's lips with his thumb, and slowly said at a distance that was almost a kiss: "Wen Zhuo, we should be together forever, no matter what our status is."
Wen Zhaoye waited for her for seven years. Did he go crazy waiting for her?
Wen Zhuo was puzzled. She thought that she had forced him to comply with everything before, and that Wen Zhaoye had no choice but to submit to her authority.
Now it seems that Wen Zhaoye was indeed deliberately seducing her!
She had lost her memory at the time, and her mental age was at most that of a high school student, so it's perfectly normal for her to be tempted by such a figure and appearance.
But she doesn't think she would still have such feelings for Wen Zhaoye now.
Wen Zhuo did not respond to his intimate gestures, and suddenly said, "I am already dead." She was just a ghost, and she didn't know when she would disappear.
Wen Zhaoye merely glanced at her and repeated, "No matter what your status is, you cannot leave me."
Wen Zhuo frowned. No? What had Wen Zhaoye done to her?
Wen Zhaoye had no intention of continuing the conversation. He had somehow braided Wen Zhuo's hair into a beautiful plait, letting it hang down his back. He then got up and took out the clothes Wen Zhuo was going to wear that day from the wardrobe. Standing in front of Wen Zhuo, he was about to take off her clothes.
Wen Zhuo: "!!! What are you doing?"
Wen Zhaoye said in a tone that sounded like Wen Zhuo was making a fuss: "It's just changing clothes."
She grabbed Wen Zhaoye's clothes and chased him out of the room. Then she checked the room for surveillance cameras. She was glad she hadn't checked, because she found four of them, just the ones that were obviously there.
Wen Zhuo: "......" Is it really that serious?
After floating into the toilet and checking it out, she sighed and remarked that even Wen Zhaoye wasn't that perverted.
She quickly changed her clothes and was about to float out of the bathroom when a sudden thought flashed through her mind. She stuck her head out of the window and, sure enough, found a camera by the window.
This camera isn't for monitoring what's inside; it's to prevent her from escaping.
Wen Zhuo: "..."
"Wen Zhaoye! Are you out of your mind?!"
She floated out and pointed at Wen Zhaoye's nose: "You take down the surveillance right now."
Wen Zhaoye was sitting at the dining table, his brows slightly furrowed. He grabbed Wen Zhuo's finger that was pointing at him and held it in his hand: "Get down, don't float around on the dining table."
After a standoff, Wen Zhuo finally gave in.
After Wen Zhuo obediently sat down next to him, he nodded in agreement.
Wen Zhuo felt there was something wrong with him agreeing so quickly, and said, "Are you planning to just hide the surveillance footage?"
Wen Zhaoye picked up a piece of soft-boiled egg with his chopsticks, placed it near Wen Zhuo's mouth, and nodded frankly.
Wen Zhuo stared at the egg, temporarily putting the surveillance footage out of his mind.
She snatched Wen Zhaoye's chopsticks from his mouth, stuffed the egg into her own mouth, and stared at him accusingly. After chewing a few times, she frowned: "Why is it tasteless again?"
He reached out a piece of paper from beside her, wiped the crumbs from her mouth, and then fed her a golden-fried egg.
"Only the food I feed it tastes good."
Wen Zhuo took a bite with some skepticism, and the greasy egg flavor instantly invaded her mouth: "Hmm, it really does have flavor." She took another bite and then spat it out.
Wen Zhaoye's expression instantly turned cold, and he asked seriously, "What's wrong?"
Wen Zhuo spat twice: "It's not tasty, it's too oily."
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
"If you don't like it, you don't like it. You're such a picky eater."
He went into the kitchen and brought out some other things, then picked some up himself and put them in Wen Zhuo's mouth. Wen Zhuo chewed them expressionlessly.
Wen Zhaoye glanced down at his watch: "Time's almost up, stop playing around, how are you going to get to the company today?"
Wen Zhuo, playing with the fried egg she didn't like with her chopsticks, said nonchalantly, "I don't want to go with you. Your company must be so boring."
"Besides, I can't leave here, can I? I want to go out and have some fun."
Wen Zhaoye found her disgusting: "Stop playing with the food. After yesterday, you can leave the villa, but you can't leave me."
He looked at W
"You can play outside of the company, you can play by yourself far away from me, but the premise is that I need to know your schedule at all times, and that it is cloudy outside."
Wen Zhuo immediately opened her phone and checked the weather forecast.
"sunny....."
She wasn't happy and sighed, "It's sunny outside today."
Wen Zhaoye rubbed her wrinkled little face and said, "You can attach yourself to other things so you can play outside without an umbrella."
Wen Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up: "What is that!"
*****
A broad-shouldered man walked out of the villa. His well-tailored black suit fit him perfectly. He had handsome features and sharp eyes. He was speaking with his head tilted to the side.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that a very cute little doll was sitting on his shoulder. The doll's face was painted with vivid and beautiful features, as if it could move at any moment. The doll had long, smooth black hair that gently draped over its body. It was wearing the same style of suit uniform, only the bottom was replaced with a suit skirt, like a high-quality chibi figurine.
It can be said that he looks extremely like Wen Zhuo.
It was jumping and shouting at Wen Zhaoye, then, with great effort, it climbed onto his head by borrowing strength from his hand, following his ear, and gave an elegant bow to the open space in front of it.
"Thank you everyone, I'm up now. First, I want to thank my brother..."
Wen Zhuo put on a chaotic performance, but Wen Zhaoye didn't react at all. Wen Zhuo was furious and grabbed his hair, bending down to protest in Wen Zhaoye's ear: "You really just wanted to trick me into possessing you!! You bad thing!"
"I didn't say you could come down immediately after you went up; it would take about the same amount of time to get to the company."
Wen Zhaoye innocently rubbed his ears, and then tried to lift Wen Zhuo off his head and hold him in his palm, but Wen Zhuo really resisted and wouldn't let him touch him any more.
She's so cute.
After warning Wen Zhuo not to be discovered, he walked a few steps into his car, where his assistant and driver were already waiting for him.
The assistant, with his sharp eyes, noticed something different about Wen Zhaoye. His gaze sharpened, and he began to probe indirectly: "Mr. Wen? Was that doll you were wearing a gift from a friend? It's so cute. I've never seen you have this kind of hobby before."
Wen Zhaoye took the doll down, cupped it in his palm, and used it to block his view: "Yes, it's my sister."
Assistant Li: "???" What sister?
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