Chapter Six Deterioration
Chapter Six
Wen Zhuo was carried into the bathroom and placed under the shower. Her hands couldn't stop; she touched the water droplets hanging on the bathroom wall, and was glared at by Wen Zhaoye.
Wen Zhuo reluctantly withdrew her hand. She glanced around, looking at Wen Zhaoye in front of her, and then at the shower head above her head.
She gripped Wen Zhaoye's arm tightly under his questioning gaze. Wen Zhaoye didn't understand, but he was extremely pleased. He took a step forward and asked,
"You need me to accompany you when you take a shower..."
"Whoosh!"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Zhaoye was forced to lower his head by the rushing water. The showerhead was suddenly turned on to its maximum, and the turbulent water washed over his body. Water slid down the strands of hair beside his cheeks, down his neck, and into his collarbone. His shirt was quickly soaked and clung to his body, revealing his lean and powerful waist and muscles.
A semi-transparent hand stealthily reached out from the side and pressed hard on the pectoral muscles.
The warmth of the shirt emanated from under his hands, and with each touch, his heart raced faster and faster; he was clearly furious.
"Wen Zhuo!" He turned off the shower, pulled Wen Zhuo's restless hand out of his clothes, and held it tightly.
Wen Zhuo knew when to stop. She shook herself off the dirt, and the mud disappeared instantly without leaving a trace. She smiled at Wen Zhaoye and lifted his chin with her other hand: "It seems like I'm not the one who should take a bath now. You can take your time."
Wen Zhuo turned around, preparing to slip away, but his figure suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Wen Zhuo: "?"
Wen Zhaoye shook the hand that was still being held by him and looked at her.
When? How come she didn't notice? She frowned as Wen Zhaoye pulled her back to him.
Wen Zhaoye lowered his head, pressed down Wen Zhuo's disheveled hair with his palm, and helped her straighten it. Wen Zhuo didn't understand why he wasn't angry, she just stood there, staring at him with her eyes open.
The dim light cast a sweet hue in his eyes, like some candy melting. A slight smile curved his thin lips as he took out a few hair ties from somewhere in the bathroom and tied Wen Zhuo's hair up.
Wen Zhuo was not used to this strange atmosphere and fidgeted around in place.
Wen Zhaoye pressed her down, placing his palm on her cheek. Wen Zhuo's face was small enough to be covered by his hand, and the cool temperature came through his palm, pressing her soft cheek into his palm.
Wen Zhuo raised her head, the light illuminating her delicate features. Her upturned fox-like eyes were devoid of any emotion, but her pupils glowed red. Blood-red shards spread again from her waist and abdomen, as if her body had been forcibly pieced together. A sinister black aura emanated from behind her.
This is a characteristic of her emotional changes. When she is agitated, she cannot suppress the recurrence of these wounds. She stares carefully into Wen Zhaoye's eyes, trying to discern the expression within them.
He's so strange. What is he regretting? What is he hating?
Wen Zhaoye still held her hand, his fingers gently rubbing the dark red crack on her wrist, but his palm trembled slightly as he pressed it against her cheek.
Why not me?
He traced the marks that shouldn't have been there with his fingertips. Wen Zhaoye lowered his head, the light that should have been on his face was blocked by his movement, and his dark eyes were not able to let in a single ray of light. He looked at Wen Zhuo with a dark gaze, and all her qualities that frightened others were gently enveloped by his gaze.
"Wen Zhuo, are you hungry?"
He asked abruptly, his cheek pressed against Wen Zhuo's ear, his breath reddening the tip of Wen Zhuo's ear.
Wen Zhu shook his head in confusion, but Wen Zhaoye pressed him down again, his tone becoming urgent: "Wen Zhu, Wen Zhu."
Are you hungry?
Warm food doesn't make you hungry.
Wen Zhaoye hugged her and buried her head in the crook of his shoulder.
In a low voice: "Five hours have passed, you must be hungry."
Wen Zhuo didn't speak, she just looked at him, at the flush rising on his cheeks, at his body tightening around her like a python, enveloping her.
She was clearly the ghost, but the one who kept demanding things from her was this person.
His embrace tightened, and Wen Zhuo had the illusion that she was about to be suffocated.
Wen Zhuo lowered her head, bit Wen Zhaoye's neck, and casually sucked a little. Her thoughts couldn't help but wander in the air. She was clearly a ghost, not a vampire.
Cool, moist, soft lips pressed against his skin, causing a slight sting. His body trembled as he pressed his face against her warm, exposed skin, as if he had suddenly developed a skin hunger, or perhaps he was confirming her presence in this way.
Wen Zhuo stared blankly at his neck, wondering what was wrong with him today, all sticky and clingy. He was fine before.
Feeling a bit sleepy from drinking too much, she yawned, patted Wen Zhaoye's head, and said slowly, "I'm full."
She turned her head away, and coincidentally, Wen Zhaoye also turned to look at her. Her lips lightly brushed against his face.
Wen Zhuo was completely unaware of what was happening. She was still muttering insults at him. Wen Zhaoye lowered his eyes, and his hands unconsciously loosened, curling up at his side.
Wen Zhuo noticed that Wen Zhaoye's embrace had loosened. She took a few steps back and stretched in place: "Aren't you going out?"
Wen Zhaoye suddenly felt uncomfortable with this distance.
He smirked slightly: "You got me wet and then ran away?"
Wen Zhuo opened her eyes wide, her fox-like eyes bulging out: "Why don't you just change your clothes? I'll wait for you outside." She turned around and disappeared from the spot.
Unusually, Wen Zhaoye did not stop her. He leaned against the wall as if he had lost all his strength, raised his fingers, and lightly touched the wound on his neck, and the kiss that Wen Zhuo had inadvertently given him.
His gentle expression towards Wen Zhuo gradually turned cold. His brows lowered, casting a shadow that resembled a dark swamp, imprisoning his body. He was Wen Zhuo's brother, and he couldn't let this situation continue to develop.
They are siblings; he cannot do this.
As he thought this, he moved his fingertips away from his neck and touched the skin that had been warmed by his kisses.
***
Wen Zhuo looked around the room. The bathroom connected to the guest bedroom on the first floor. The bedroom had almost no personal belongings and was very tidy. Wen Zhuo wandered around a few times out of boredom, and then suddenly remembered something.
She floated upwards, roughly determined her direction, and drifted to her room, intending to retrieve her phone.
I was halfway through trying to pass through a wall when I realized that my phone couldn't pass through walls.
She was half-inserted into the wall, staring at her phone.
You're so useless, you can't even walk through walls. Do you even deserve to be my phone?
Unfortunately, it was useless for using a mobile phone to raise children, so she slunk back and walked through the main entrance feeling frustrated.
A white shadow streaked across the sky, hurriedly darted down the second floor, and came to an abrupt stop in front of the door.
Wen Zhuo: "!" He couldn't stop in time!
She went inside, and her phone fell to the ground with a "bang".
Wen Zhuo stared at the wall for a few seconds, reflecting on his actions, and then solemnly mourned in front of his phone.
I'm sorry, she didn't mean to, she really couldn't stop in time, take care.
Then, a head popped out from outside the door.
Xie Huai, who was looking over from the living room after hearing the noise, was speechless.
Wen Zhuo picked up the phone, checked it, and found it wasn't broken! It's really resilient.
She was happily praising herself in her heart when a voice suddenly sounded behind her.
Are you cosplaying as Louis XVI?
Startled, Wen Zhuo's hand trembled, and the phone fell from her grasp. In her haste, she released her Yin energy, which suddenly spread out and passed right through the phone.
Wen Zhuo: "..."
Why can't this damn yin energy catch my phone?
She turned her head with a blank expression, and Wen Zhaoye was standing behind her. Wen Zhuo was so startled that she jumped back, but Wen Zhaoye frowned and caught her. He was wearing a black shirt, with the top button fastened, which covered his delicate collarbone.
Wen Zhuo instantly tossed her phone aside and began to regret her perk.
Wen Zhuo: "Why are you buttoning your shirt so tightly? I won't do anything to you. I'm just sucking blood. I'm not a vampire. I'm not going to do anything else after I'm done sucking blood."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at her casually, grabbed her by the collar and moved her behind him. He opened the door, looked down, and saw the phone lying on the ground. After a moment's thought, he understood what had happened. He picked up the phone and turned to look at Wen Zhuo, who was whistling in place.
Wen Zhuo: "..."
Wen Zhaoye smiled faintly, placed the phone in her hand, recited a string of numbers, and said to her, "The password is your birthday. I forgot you forgot all of this back then."
Wen Zhuo turned on her phone and exclaimed again, "They really know how to survive!"
She began to look down at her phone, while Wen Zhaoye took her other hand, and she floated in the air like a kite.
After recognizing some system fonts, she successfully entered the browser and checked the browsing history without hesitation.
?
There isn't one?
Wen Zhuo looked up in disappointment.
"What are you looking for? Your old phone is gone. This is my new phone. There's nothing on it except some basic apps." Wen Zhaoye really knew her well. He could roughly guess what she was thinking just by looking at her movements.
Wen Zhuo understood; no wonder the phone only had the built-in browser.
Xie Huai walked over. After observing today, he realized that Wen Zhaoye's sister was completely different from the sister he had described.
What is obedient, sensible, lively, and active?
Now he's starting to suspect that she was the one who did the work in the yard outside.
Xie Huai stood in front of Wen Zhuo, his eyes gleaming with golden light as he observed her spirit.
Wen Zhuo's soul was semi-transparent, and he could see the cracks on Wen Zhuo's soul, all of which spread from the wounds on his chest and abdomen.
The power of ghosts comes from obsession and is born from the heart. Therefore, the yin energy and power in the heart area are more solidified. However, only Wen Zhuo's heart is solidified. The rest of his body is almost entirely grayish-white, like fragments that have been forcibly gathered together.
He glanced at Wen Zhaoye and shook his head slightly.
It seems there's only one way left.
Wen Zhaoye's expression hardened. He tossed his phone to Wen Zhuo, telling her to play with it by herself.
Xie Huai walked out, and Wen Zhaoye looked back at Wen Zhuo, who was fiddling with his phone with a strange expression, shook his head helplessly, and followed him.
How is she?
Xie Huai: "It's much worse than we imagined."
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