Chapter Forty-Nine: Never Apart
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They had another fight then. Wen Zhuo slammed the door and left, while Wen Zhaoye sat on the sofa, surrounded by the ruins left by their argument.
With a cold face, Wen Zhuo kicked the door open and strode out of the villa, standing on the street.
They used to argue, but never like this. They could always find a reason and make up, but now their problem was almost unsolvable. Wen Zhuo didn't want to go back, not even after graduation. Escaping was her only solution.
Wen Zhaoye couldn't understand her. Their past was all in that city, and he didn't understand why Wen Zhuo would abandon their past.
“I didn’t ask you to go back home, I didn’t ask you to see them, I just want to live there with you, my company is there too.”
"I've already said I don't want to go back. If you want to leave, then leave on your own!"
"I don't understand what you're arguing about?"
Wen Zhuo stopped talking to him; she remained silent, a silent resistance to his words.
Wen Zhaoye was furious. He took three steps at a time and walked up to Wen Zhuo. He forcibly turned her body around so that he could see her eyes, which were full of tears but stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Wen Zhuo lowered her head, her thick eyelashes concealing the moisture in her eyes. Wen Zhaoye silently wiped her face, but she forcefully shook him off.
Wen Zhuo kicked him in the leg and glared at him fiercely.
"Brother, you treat me like a sister, but do they treat me like a daughter?" She gave a sarcastic smile. "Oh, I remember now."
Wen Zhuo approached him with a cold face, stood on tiptoe, and tilted her head back. Wen Zhaoye didn't know what she wanted to say, but he skillfully lowered his head to kiss her lips. Wen Zhuo chuckled and turned her head away from his kiss.
"You don't completely see me as your sister, brother."
**
The roar of the car brought her thoughts back to reality. Wen Zhuo's face showed some regret. She just didn't want to go back. She was unwilling to accept reality and just wanted to escape from it all. Why couldn't she escape? Why did she always have to expose her fear and apprehension?
The thought of arguing about this topic again when they got back made Wen Zhuo irritable.
Her gaze wandered aimlessly along the street. She didn't want to go back, nor did she want to think about the things that always made her feel bad.
She stared blankly at the traffic light, and her whole body relaxed.
"Beep beep beep—"
Several loud horns blared in her ears, and Wen Zhuo suddenly snapped back to reality. Screams rose all around her. In less than a few seconds, as soon as Wen Zhuo looked up, she saw a heavy truck rushing towards her.
What?
Am I going to die?
She was standing not very close to the traffic lights, and there weren't many people around, so there shouldn't be any other deaths.
These thoughts flashed through her mind, and pain struck. A flash of white light appeared in her mind, and time seemed to slow down suddenly. She saw herself arguing with her brother in her childhood, and she also saw her mother and father leaving resolutely. Finally, she saw the last argument she had with Wen Zhaoye.
She lay in a pool of blood, her brain temporarily paralyzed by adrenaline. She seemed to hear someone calling 120 (the emergency number), and she also seemed to hear the sound of her own blood flowing down, the sound of her kidneys rupturing. It must have been a hallucination.
She still had her eyes open, her gaze fixed on a distant direction.
I wish we hadn't argued.
Before plunging into darkness, Wen Zhuo thought to himself.
****
She opened her eyes, but it seemed she was still trapped in darkness. Unlike before, someone was holding her tightly, warming her with their body heat. Wen Zhuo pressed her head against his chest, comforting him.
"Wen Zhuo Wen Zhuo Wen Zhuo Wen Zhuo." Wen Zhaoye's kisses were scattered all over her neck, as if searching for her heartbeat. He held her for a long time before finally realizing what Wen Zhuo had said.
His breathing gradually calmed down, but his arms were still wrapped around Wen Zhaoye and he wouldn't let go.
Wen Zhuo is still here; she is neither dead nor gone.
He finally loosened his grip a little, and Wen Zhuo pushed him away slightly to look at his expression. Wen Zhaoye's face was covered in water, his long eyelashes were covered with water droplets, and the corners of his eyes were red.
Wen Zhuo raised her hand and wiped away the tears on his face. Wen Zhaoye didn't check the surveillance footage? Didn't he notice her prank?
How could this be? How could Wen Zhaoye not look at her?
Wen Zhuo was puzzled, but she didn't ask directly; she remembered what she was supposed to do.
She patted Wen Zhaoye on the back.
Why are you sitting by the door?
Wen Zhaoye calmed down, but still held her close, resting his head on top of hers, and said in a low voice, "I'm waiting for you to come back. You said you wouldn't leave."
Wen Zhuo had never felt so patient before, and this was the first time she had played this role in front of Wen Zhaoye, so she found it a bit strange.
She stroked Wen Zhaoye's hair: "I'm back. Let's go back to sleep. You must be tired too."
Wen Zhaoye nodded sullenly, put his arm around her and went inside. Wen Zhuo gently comforted him. Before they had gone a few steps inside, Wen Zhaoye picked her up and carried her on his back.
Wen Zhuo jumped in fright, hurriedly grabbing his hair, her gentle expression vanishing instantly: "What are you doing?! Couldn't you have told me beforehand? You scared me to death!"
Wen Zhaoye also changed his previous dejected state, patted her thigh with his palm, his voice was still a little hoarse, but a smile had already appeared on his face: "You don't want to leave, you love me, Wen Zhuo."
Wen Zhuo shut her mouth. She did have those feelings, but she really didn't want to say them. She let Wen Zhaoye carry her in that strange position, and she didn't say anything when they got to the room.
She was placed on the bed, and Wen Zhaoye lay on top of her like a big dog, sniffing around to see if anyone else was there. He frowned and stopped, resting his elbow on her cheek, his face full of disapproval.
"Why did you go looking for that Taoist priest? He told you to go and die last time, and you actually went?"
Wen Zhuo turned her head away from his gaze, and Wen Zhaoye followed her gaze, asking, "Why aren't you looking at me?"
Wen Zhuo continued to tilt her head, and Wen Zhaoye pinched her cheeks to hold her face still. After looking at her for a while, he saw a hint of agitation in her eyes.
Wen Zhaoye smiled.
Wen Zhuo glared at him angrily: "What are you laughing at! Can't you do something productive?!" She got up angrily and bit his lip hard.
Wen Zhaoye was stunned, his breathing quickened, his dark eyes darkened, and a burning kiss landed on her lips. His soft tongue slipped between her teeth, swallowing her saliva. His warm tongue was entwined with hers, licking her, and the sound of ambiguous water filled the quiet air.
Wen Zhaoye's hand slipped inside her skirt.
Wen Zhuo suddenly realized that something was wrong. Would it be convenient to draw array patterns while doing this? She grabbed Wen Zhaoye's hand and tried to push him away, but before she could grab it, he grabbed her with his other hand and pinned her to the edge of the bed.
Should we keep this from him? Probably not.
In a daze, she thought that the sound of water was rising and falling, and that the bathroom might be leaking. She pinched Wen Zhaoye's broad shoulders with her fingers. His muscles were very taut, and Wen Zhuo felt that they were hard when she pinched them.
Wen Zhaoye was very hot, and Wen Zhuo felt like she was about to melt. Her eyes were glazed over, and her hands couldn't help but push his arm away. It was twice the size of her arm. Wen Zhaoye bit her lip to prevent her from making a sound of refusal, and his fingers moved maliciously.
Wen Zhuo trembled all over and let out a short scream. She took a few breaths and kicked Wen Zhaoye, who was on top of her, hard.
"Get out, get out of here."
Don't you like it?
Wen Zhuo would accidentally let his voice slip out when he spoke, which made her so angry that she kicked him again: "I have something to say."
Wen Zhaoye: "Not this one?"
"Not this one!!"
Wen Zhaoye nodded, put his finger to his lips, sniffed it, and then stuck out his bright red tongue to lick his finger clean.
Wen Zhuo immediately swallowed back what she was about to say. How come she always found Wen Zhaoye to be even more shameless?
"Hmm, so you have nothing else to say now?" Wen Zhaoye said, looking at Wen Zhuo's stunned expression. "Then I have something to do."
Wen Zhuo asked blankly, "What is it?"
Wen Zhaoye put her thighs on his shoulders, lowered his head to kiss her lips, and bit her tongue.
"This matter."
......
The formation requires blood to draw, and she seemed to have no blood left. Wen Zhuo leaned against the sink in the bathroom, and the man behind her held her waist, lowering his head to leave one passionate kiss after another on her slender back.
"Wen, Wen Zhaoye."
"What's wrong?" Wen Zhaoye lowered his body even further, and Wen Zhuo trembled, unable to speak again.
She suspected that Wen Zhaoye did it on purpose!
She's so angry!
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Zhaoye carried her into the bathtub, where the warm water washed over their bodies.
Wen Zhuo finally seized her opportunity. She flipped over and pinned Wen Zhaoye to the bathtub, twisting the contents inside. Both the human and the ghost let out low gasps.
After a moment, Wen Zhuo grabbed Wen Zhaoye's hair. He followed her movement and looked up at her, placing his hands on Wen Zhuo's waist to prevent her from escaping: "Do you want to play like this?"
Wen Zhuo suddenly froze: "..."
One day, we'll throw this bastard, whose head is full of lewd nonsense, into a brainwashing session!
When will you finish what you haven't done yet?
Wen Zhaoye asked in confusion, "? Not this one?"
Wen Zhuo exploded: "Are you out of your mind? I already said it's not this one!"
She manipulated the yin energy to pull a knife from Wen Zhaoye's room and pointed it at him: "Come on."
Wen Zhaoye's expression changed. He snatched the knife from Wen Zhuo's hand and threw it aside: "Are you still leaving?"
Wen Zhuo stared at the knife he had thrown away, looking at him in shock: "What are you doing?"
"You idiot, array patterns! Do you expect me to use my blood to carve them? Do I even have any blood right now?"
Wen Zhaoye's eyes widened, his pupils trembling slightly. He still refused to take the knife, but quickly straightened up and hugged Wen Zhuo tightly. His desire swelled even more. He pressed his palm against Wen Zhuo's waist, rendering Wen Zhuo speechless.
"What's wrong with you again?" Wen Zhuo tilted her head back, her long, thin neck taut in a beautiful arc. Wen Zhaoye kissed her passionately, his words tumbling out in a dense stream.
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
Wen Zhuo wrapped her arms around his neck with some difficulty and gently stroked the ends of his hair: "Yes, I know."
*
Strange, blood-red patterns lit up on the bodies of the human and the ghost. They embraced each other, and dark yin energy surged from Wen Zhaoye's heart, flowing into Wen Zhuo's body. Bright red blood slid from the tip of the knife, sliding down their tightly pressed bodies.
Wen Zhuo opened her eyes, still looking tired. Wen Zhaoye kissed her eyes, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Wen Zhuo loves him, Wen Zhuo will not leave him. Wen Zhaoye felt the array patterns that linked his soul with Wen Zhuo's. This was not the way he saved Wen Zhuo before. Wen Zhaoye bit her lip and slid his palm down. He could sense every emotion of Wen Zhuo. Everything about them was completely transparent in each other's eyes.
Wen Zhuo kicked him, panting slightly, already getting impatient: "Wen Zhaoye? Are you tired of living?"
She put her legs on his shoulders again: "One last time."
The bed creaked and swayed, accompanied by the long, drawn-out sound of water and the occasional curse. The noise gradually subsided as dawn approached.
The plain-colored bed was smeared with blood, and a human and a ghost were tightly embracing each other. They were completely naked, with bright red patterns on their bodies. Their breaths mingled together. The man lowered his head and hugged the ghost tighter. The skin colors of the human and the ghost were similar.
Wen Zhuo opened her eyes under his suffocating embrace, still tired from a night's work. She pushed him irritably, and Wen Zhaoye met her movement, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Wen Zhaoye chuckled.
"You can never leave me."
"Even death cannot separate us."
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