Chapter Forty-Five: Not Leaving
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As darkness fell, a figure draped in a light-colored blanket huddled on the sofa, her body wrapped in the blanket. The pale skin on her face was reflected in the colorful hues of the television screen. Although her eyes were fixed on the television, a closer look revealed that her gaze was not focused.
Wen Zhuofa was stunned.
She discovered that Wen Zhaoye's lack of security was excessive; she didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior at all!
She kept insisting that she wouldn't leave! Even during this time, she stayed home and didn't sneak out.
Footsteps suddenly sounded beside her, and a tall figure walked over carrying a fruit platter. He stopped beside her, paused for a moment, and then placed the fruit on the table in front of Wen Zhuo.
Wen Zhuo didn't look up. The more she thought about it, the more agitated she became. Was she going to be stuck here forever? She would suffocate. She sighed.
Wen Zhaoye's upturned lips quickly flattened. He bent down and saw Wen Zhuo sullenly covering his head with the blanket from all sides, leaving only his small face exposed as he sighed.
He pinched Wen Zhuo's cheek, which earned him a glare from Wen Zhuo.
He brought the apple to Wen Zhuo's mouth. Wen Zhuo's nostrils twitched, and he glanced down at him slightly before opening his mouth as if to take pity on him and taking the apple away.
Wen Zhaoye watched the apple bulge in her mouth and wanted to laugh again.
He asked, "Why are you unhappy?"
Wen Zhuo looked at him with disbelief: "What are you pretending for! It was you who let me go out to play!"
Taking advantage of her anger, Wen Zhaoye pulled back her blanket and crawled inside. Wen Zhuo couldn't grab the blanket and was pulled into Wen Zhaoye's arms, where she protested by waving her hands: "Wen Zhaoye, what's wrong with you now!"
Wen Zhaoye buried his face in her neck like a cat and took a deep breath. Wen Zhuo was still struggling, but suddenly felt a heat on her neck and her waist was tightened. A hand that could almost cover her waist disappeared under the hem of her clothes.
Wen Zhuo froze instantly. She pursed her lips tightly, the scorching heat, which was not of ghostly origin, pressed against her skin. Wen Zhaoye completely wrapped around her, and she almost thought that the Wen Zhaoye on her back was not human, but a tentacle that had come to life.
Wen Zhaoye seemed to really want to hug her. Even though they hadn't seen each other for a while, she didn't know what was wrong with him. Wen Zhu bumped her head against him.
"Bro, what are you doing all day? You're like a pervert."
Wen Zhaoye raised his head: "Sucking ghosts."
Wen Zhuo: "..."
She patted his head impatiently, complaining that he was getting tired from pressing on it. Wen Zhaoye refused to move away, but Wen Zhuo was indeed strong. He felt a buzzing in his head and had no choice but to move to another spot, on Wen Zhuo's head.
Wen Zhuo was not very satisfied with the result either. She felt that Wen Zhaoye's head was too heavy and had shortened her neck, but she couldn't get rid of it. She had no choice but to watch TV with her neck hunched over.
Wen Zhaoye was clearly not interested in television. He glanced at it briefly and quickly commented on the fantasy drama: "Idiot." Then he lowered his head again and closed his eyes.
It was as if he had died on her head. No matter how she moved or shook her head, he didn't fall. Wen Zhuo felt her neck was very tired and wanted to close her eyes.
Wen Zhuo suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes flashing brightly in the darkness. Wasn't this a golden opportunity to get information out of him? She gently shook her head, but Wen Zhaoye on her head didn't move. So Wen Zhuo began to call his name softly. He moved slightly but didn't speak.
"elder brother?"
Wen Zhuo threw off the blanket, gently moved Wen Zhaoye away, and lay flat on the sofa. Wen Zhuo stared at him carefully.
Wen Zhaoye was apparently socializing at a banquet today. When he came back, his hair was messy and he smelled terrible. Wen Zhuo immediately pinched her nose and ran away. Wen Zhaoye had just greeted her when his face fell and he went to take a shower.
Wen Zhaoye was wearing a simple black robe, made of silk, with gold thread running through the hem, which made him look very noble.
Wen Zhuo leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Brother, what are you most afraid of?"
Wen Zhuo waited for a while, but Wen Zhaoye didn't open his eyes. Bored, she stared at the TV series and picked at the edge of the bed sheet. Wen Zhaoye was actually really asleep. Wen Zhuo came to this conclusion. She was a little surprised. She thought Wen Zhaoye was pretending to be asleep to tease her.
She was clinging to Wen Zhaoye, unaware that his muscles had suddenly tensed. Wen Zhuo, oblivious, whispered in his ear, "Brother, if you don't say something, I'm running away."
Wen Zhuo began to threaten and made a move to run away.
Suddenly, she noticed that Wen Zhaoye's eyelids twitched. Wen Zhuo understood; Wen Zhaoye was about to wake up. That's how it's portrayed in TV dramas when a person is in a vegetative state!
She immediately leaned closer and whispered, "Let me play, let me play, let me play."
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
So the most important thing is still to have fun, right?
Wen Zhaoye's eyes were still closed. Wen Zhuo was buzzing incoherently in his ear like a fly. He had just fallen asleep and vaguely heard what Wen Zhuo was saying before waking up. When he woke up, he found Wen Zhuo on top of him, threatening someone who was already asleep.
Wen Zhaoye was annoyed. Without even opening his eyes, he pressed Wen Zhuo's head down and forcefully pressed it against his chest. Wen Zhuo looked flustered, obviously not realizing he was awake before. She fell into Wen Zhaoye's arms, her face pressed against his soft muscles, and then she froze.
A slight pain suddenly came from in front of me.
Wen Zhaoye's eyes snapped open. "Wen Zhuo?!" He lifted Wen Zhuo up and looked down. There was a conspicuous tooth mark on his chest. Wen Zhaoye's face flushed. Wen Zhuo usually didn't like to do these intimate things with him. At most, they would kiss each other on the lips, and it was always him who took the initiative. He once wondered if Wen Zhuo had become indifferent in some ways because he had become a ghost.
Wen Zhuo looked at Wen Zhaoye and blinked slightly, clearly a provocation.
Wen Zhaoye looked at her again, then let go of her hand, and Wen Zhuo fell back into his arms, in the same spot.
Wen Zhaoye turned his head away, his ear peeking out from his black hair blushing red. Wen Zhu looked at his expression and climbed up a little, perhaps brushing against him somewhere. Wen Zhaoye suppressed his anger and pursed his lips, still not looking down at her.
Wen Zhuo smiled and buried herself in Wen Zhaoye's neck, just like he did. Wen Zhaoye's hands were also around her waist. The cold aura on the ghost melted away with their body heat, and it was as if water mist appeared and rose around them.
Wen Zhuo leaned close to his ear, her voice very soft, but it sounded like a thunderclap to Wen Zhaoye.
"Brother, I won't leave."
Wen Zhaoye was stunned for a moment, his black pupils suddenly darkened, unable to let in a ray of light. His palm slowly moved up from Wen Zhuo's waist, like a cold snake, his fingertips tracing across Wen Zhuo's spine, raising goosebumps on her skin, and finally landing on the back of her neck.
The bodies of the human and the ghost were pressed tightly together without any gap. Wen Zhaoye closed his eyes and slowly responded.
"good."
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