Chapter Seventeen: Confusion
Chapter Seventeen
Why is this happening again? Is it because of his blood? Is it due to excessive Yang energy?
He was pinned to the ground, his warm, scorching hair covering his body.
Wen Zhuo pressed her lips against his, biting him awkwardly, her tongue probing into his mouth, sucking at something like a monster.
A blush crept onto Wen Zhaoye's face. He calmly allowed Wen Zhuo to do as she pleased until Wen Zhuo's tongue intertwined with his. His eyelashes trembled, and his gaze swept over Wen Zhuo's hunting-like indifferent expression. His burning blood seemed to freeze into ice.
He tried to push Wen Zhuo away, but Wen Zhuo seemed to wake up for a moment. She straightened up and pressed him down with a puzzled look. The cold temperature came from his collarbone and gradually moved upwards, loosely pinching his throat.
The deep night enveloped her, and the moonlight reflected the coolness in her eyes.
Wen Zhaoye was forced to raise his chin, his Adam's apple bobbing under her palm, then being pressed down hard. He coughed twice, looked at her, and coaxed in a soft voice, "I'll give you my blood to drink, okay?"
He had intended to tear open his arm, which had just stopped bleeding, and feed it to Wen Zhuo to temporarily so that she would fall asleep like last time.
But Wen Zhuo seemed to have heard some key words of instruction. She still had a cold expression, and without hesitation, she leaned down and bit Wen Zhaoye's lip.
Wen Zhaoye was stunned. His breathing suddenly became rapid. He gave up on dwelling on those inappropriate emotions at this moment and kissed her forcefully. Their bodies, breaths, and body temperatures became completely intertwined.
Wen Zhuo was satisfied with his self-awareness. Her eyes were red, and the unbearable heat made her increasingly irritable. She couldn't help but bite Wen Zhaoye's lips, leaving sharp marks on his back with her fingertips.
In Wen Zhaoye's sudden panic, she grabbed him, lowered her body, and let out a choked sob. Their positions changed abruptly, and Wen Zhaoye knelt on top of her, kissing her as if vines were wrapped around her body.
"Wenzhuo... Wenzhuo."
The sound of rain outside the window seemed to start again, rising and falling. Wen Zhuo was not quite clear-headed due to the wind and rain, and the heat dissipated little by little with the falling rain.
Her eyelashes were half open, and she didn't know when Wen Zhaoye was lying under her again. She looked down at his flushed face, and he leaned up and kissed her lips. At this moment, the memories that had been appearing and disappearing in Wen Zhuo's mind suddenly surfaced.
As she gradually regained consciousness, the veil that separated her from the world was suddenly lifted, and her eyelashes blinked sluggishly.
Where is she?
What is she doing?
Her gaze shifted to a man lying naked on the bed, his hands weakly pressing against his body. His face was flushed, his sharp features were damp with sweat, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
The face of the person in front of him slowly overlapped with the appearance of the person in his memory, and Wen Zhuo felt as if he had been hit on the head and woken up.
elder brother? ! ! !
What are you doing? ?
No! Wait! What is she doing?!
Wen Zhuo's expression suddenly became flustered. She remembered, but as soon as she moved, Wen Zhaoye noticed and pulled her back forcefully.
Wen Zhuo looked at Wen Zhaoye with the eyes of someone looking at a madman.
Bro! What are you thinking about?!
Wen Zhaoye looked at her, wondering what she was thinking. He gently kissed her neck to soothe her suddenly agitated emotions. Wen Zhuo pushed him away in a panic.
My brother's gone crazy!
Wen Zhaoye was still clinging to her, the rising pleasure making him hold on to Wen Zhuo tighter and tighter. Wen Zhuo asked him to let go intermittently, and he coaxed her a few times in a hoarse voice. The rain was still pouring down, scattering her thoughts.
Lightning suddenly struck, startling her and causing her to tremble. Wen Zhaoye held her tightly, his dark eyes fixed on her, his limbs wrapped around her. The two, one human and one ghost, eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.
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Wen Zhuo opened his eyes.
The room was very dark, with the curtains completely blocking out the sunlight. She straightened up and found that her clothes had been changed and there were no marks on her body that should have been there.
Wen Zhuo's memories as a ghost belatedly echoed in her mind. Countless scenes of her teasing her brother began to replay without warning. Every word she said hit her nerves of shame, and she instantly got goosebumps.
I'm going to jump off a building! I can't stay in this world anymore!
Let me die!
She glanced at the sunlight outside the window, then instantly looked back.
Forget it, I'm already dead, it wouldn't be good to die again.
She lay down helplessly and closed her eyes again. She couldn't recall all her memories at the time, only the period right after she finished the college entrance examination. Coincidentally, as soon as she finished the exam, her adoptive parents immediately brought their biological daughter in.
Naturally, she didn't want to stay and get in the way, so she chose to leave alone.
Wen Zhaoye, however, followed after him.
"Knock, knock." A knock sounded on the door.
Wen Zhu buried her face in the blanket and remained motionless.
Although they had similar arguments later on, it never came to this extent.
She broke down on the spot for a while, then resolutely pushed the blame onto someone else.
It must be a problem with Wen Zhaoye's blood, since she always seems to drink it hot.
She changed her mind.
Is it possible for Wen Zhaoye to bleed so much every day? That's excessive, is it normal?
After a moment of silence outside the door, Wen Zhuo assumed that Wen Zhaoye had changed his mind and was no longer going to pay attention to her. Just as she pulled the blanket off her head, the sound of the lock being opened came from outside.
Wen Zhuo: "!!" Just as expected!
She closed her eyes peacefully and wrapped herself in the blanket.
Wen Zhaoye walked in, carrying a plate of fruit. Although the ceremony yesterday was not completely completed, Wen Zhuo's soul had improved significantly.
She was originally unable to leave because when he summoned her, he had set the anchor point at this villa. Yesterday, he changed the anchor point to himself. He lowered his head and stared at the blood-red thread that was entwined around him and Wen Zhuo.
She will be able to walk under the sun with an umbrella and eat her favorite things with his help.
Wen Zhuo was still pretending to be dead with her eyes closed. Wen Zhaoye placed the plate in his hand on her bedside table and patted her blanket.
"I know you're awake. Get up. I'm going to work later. You'll come with me."
Wen Zhuo remained silent.
Wen Zhaoye frowned. He had thought Wen Zhuo was trying to play a prank on him again, but what was going on? Did she not want to see him? Could it be that she hadn't forgotten what happened last night and was regretting it?
His expression suddenly darkened. He pulled back the warm blanket and saw her shifty gaze. His cheeks gradually flushed under her gaze.
Wen Zhaoye's dark eyes stared into hers, but Wen Zhuo looked away, unwilling to face her older brother with whom she had grown up.
Wen Zhaoye forcefully lifted her chin and looked down into her eyes: "Wen Zhuo, you remembered."
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