Chapter Sixteen: Eating
Chapter Sixteen
Wen Zhaoye's expression remained unchanged. He pulled Wen Zhuo off the bed and took off her coat as he did so. "Yes."
"You don't even take your coat off before going to sleep. Aren't you dirty?" He seemed oblivious to Wen Zhuo's terrible attitude. He folded Wen Zhuo's coat and then bent down to take off her shoes.
Wen Zhuo kicked his hand, leaving a dirty shoe print on the back of his slender, fair hand: "Are you addicted to being a parent?"
He grabbed Wen Zhuo's ankle. They had been having this kind of standoff frequently these days. Wen Zhuo went from being silent at the beginning to cursing and then punching and kicking, all within three days.
But they've been entangled like this for half a month now.
He felt that it was always good to vent when something like this happened, but he really couldn't stay in this place anymore. Wen Zhuo had lost too much weight; all the flesh he had carefully nurtured had fallen off.
Wen Zhuo forcefully kicked his hand away, jumped up on the bed, stood in front of Wen Zhaoye, grabbed his collar with both hands, and forced him to look up at her.
The two were very close. Wen Zhuo's rapid breathing pattered on Wen Zhaoye's face. He raised his head, his expression calm. Wen Zhuo's loose hair pattered on his face with each breath. He closed his eyes briefly.
Wen Zhuo's sharp voice squeezed into his ears: "Do you know what those people are saying about our relationship?"
After the real heiress returned, things became awkward around her. Although she had left, her social circle was still the same group of people. Even if they deliberately avoided her, she could still learn some things about them.
She stared intently into Wen Zhaoye's eyes, but found no surprise in them. He said, "If that's what you're worried about, I've already taken care of it."
Wen Zhuo looked at him without saying a word.
Wen Zhaoye: "I have never cared about the idle gossip of these good-for-nothings."
Wen Zhuo asked coldly, "What about your parents?"
"On my first day here, your dad told me to get out as soon as possible. I'm not your biological sister, so don't cause any scandals at home."
Wen Zhaoye frowned, not understanding what the scandal was: "He's always had something wrong with his head, didn't you always yell back at him before?"
She did yell back, but she didn't want to go back. Going home felt like being a guest in someone else's house; what was the point of going back?
I'm so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed! Why do I have to pressure her?
Wen Zhu lowered her eyes, exuding a heavy weariness. All her former vitality had been suppressed. She just wanted some peace and quiet!
She suddenly grabbed Wen Zhaoye's collar and leaned closer to him with a cold smile: "Do you know what scandal he's talking about?"
Her lips brushed against his, her warm breath entering his mouth. Wen Zhaoye's calm expression suddenly crumbled. Just as he was about to push Wen Zhuo away, Wen Zhuo's voice drifted into his ear again.
"Wen Zhaoye, I wouldn't mind creating some scandals with you, would you be willing?"
Before the kiss could land, Wen Zhuo was forcefully pushed away. She lay back on the bed and slowly closed her eyes.
This strong medicine should finally take effect.
Wen Zhaoye stood by the bed. He and Wen Zhuo had grown up together. After calming down for a while, he realized that Wen Zhuo was deliberately provoking him and trying to force him to leave.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers stroking her thin face: "Wen Zhuo, if you want me to leave, you don't need to say things like that."
Wen Zhuo opened her eyes. It seemed the dosage wasn't enough. She was going all out. She beckoned to Wen Zhaoye with her finger: "Brother, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."
Wen Zhuo lowered her eyes, revealing a somewhat sickly appearance. Wen Zhaoye had deceived her many times when she was a child, but when she encountered this kind of trick again, she would still be eager to fall for it.
Wen Zhu smiled inwardly, "Hmph, let's see if you'll leave."
She grabbed Wen Zhaoye by the collar again and pulled him down, his tall figure pressing down on her.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally closed her eyes and kissed him. To avoid a repeat of not having enough medication, she even licked his lips.
As expected, Wen Zhaoye was startled; he hadn't expected Wen Zhuo to be serious.
Could it be that Wen Zhuo really harbored such feelings for him? How could Wen Zhuo possibly have such feelings for him! Along with the doubts surged anger. What was Wen Zhuo thinking? He was Wen Zhuo's brother!
He immediately got up, looked at Wen Zhuo who had closed his eyes again, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but in the end he still didn't say anything. He was furious and wanted to scold Wen Zhuo, but Wen Zhuo looked like he was sleeping soundly.
He stopped waking Wen Zhuo, his fingers resting on her cheek again. He sat by her bedside for a long time, watching her peaceful sleeping face until his anger subsided and waves of guilt and remorse overwhelmed his other emotions.
He lowered his eyes, staring blankly at his hand, and pulled it back as if burned. It was his fault; he had given Wen Zhu the wrong impression. It wasn't Wen Zhu's fault; he shouldn't have done that again.
He gently covered Wen Zhuo with the blanket and turned to leave.
The wind carries away the care and guilt scattered in the air, taking them far away.
Wen Zhuo opened his eyes.
She felt as if she had just had a long dream, a heavy, oppressive weight pressing on her heart, yet she couldn't remember any of the scenes from the dream.
A familiar voice called from outside the door: "Wen Zhuo, come out for dinner."
"Don't you understand why drinking a few drops of blood every day has to be such a ritual?" She responded lazily and lay still on the bed.
Wen Zhaoye opened her door with practiced ease, put his finger in her mouth, squeezed a few drops in, then pulled Wen Zhuo's body out of the bed, covered her with the blanket, patted her head, and indicated that she could continue sleeping.
Wen Zhuo: "......" I really can't stand it.
"Go to sleep then," she thought, turning over and ignoring the clattering of pots and pans by Wen Zhaoye.
Wen Zhaoye had better eat today, otherwise she would definitely cause him trouble. Her mind was getting dizzy. How could she cause trouble?
I can't figure it out...
She opened her eyes again, and everything was pitch black. She was puzzled, not understanding how she had suddenly gone blind. Like a blind person experiencing the light for the first time, she reached out and touched herself.
There was nothing around her, only herself, and she sat on the ground.
On the ground? Wasn't she sleeping in bed? That damned Wen Zhaoye, he actually tried to harm her while she was sleeping.
Troublemakers!
Throw him into the cold... no, drag him away and execute him!
Wen Zhuo started performing his little skit, but talking to himself in a secluded place wasn't a big deal.
Unless someone is there.
"Wen Zhuo, you're awake?" A familiar voice came from afar.
Wen Zhuo: "..."
Didn't I order you to be dragged away and executed? Why are you still here?
"I'm blind! Did you do this?!"
"You were just about to drag me away and execute me, how could I dare to do anything wrong?" Wen Zhaoye said expressionlessly.
Wen Zhuo didn't reply. He had actually heard her. She touched her nose and sat down.
She felt quite comfortable sitting there, her body warm and cozy, with heat flowing from her feet into her body. Apart from Wen Zhaoye, she had never encountered anything warm before.
That feels so good.
She lay down, her body steaming with heat, as if the heat had seeped into her veins, making her feel burning hot all over, and even her head began to feel dizzy.
Wen Zhaoye remained silent, and the place suddenly fell silent, with only the breathing of the man and the ghost.
It was getting hotter and hotter. Wen Zhuo no longer liked the temperature she had just been enjoying. She felt as if she was being steamed from the inside out, with heat rising and falling.
Her face was rosy; it was the first time Wen Zhaoye had ever seen her face so red. Wen Zhuo sat half-on the ground, her thick, black hair falling obediently down her back. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily with her lips slightly parted.
"It's so hot, so hot."
Wen Zhaoye stood still, feeling the blood flowing out, drop by drop, into Wen Zhuo's body.
Upon learning that he and Wen Zhuo were not biological siblings, his first reaction was actually dissatisfaction. How could they not be biological siblings? They should have the same blood flowing in their veins. They were inseparable. Even if they were separated, there was an invisible connection, like a red thread, that bound them together.
His face was very pale, making the dark circles under his eyes appear even more pronounced. The weakness caused by excessive blood loss made his vision blur in waves, and the thought of Wen Zhuo being filled with his blood made him feel even more satisfied.
He didn't need to eat; he just needed to look at her like this.
However, he was somewhat worried that the formation might be causing her to react too strongly.
Wen Zhuo's symptoms were getting worse and worse. She started tearing at her clothes and rolling around on the ground trying to cool off, but the ground was covered with bright red streaks from the blood. How could she cool off like that?
"It's so hot, so hot! I'm dying of heat, Wen Zhaoye," she murmured.
"Brother, I want some water."
Wen Zhaoye was stunned for a moment, staring intently at her expression. She simply kept her eyes closed and showed no sign of waking up.
He lowered his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that the blood volume was almost enough, Wen Zhaoye walked a few steps closer to Wen Zhuo and gently embraced her. This formation was a kind of evil life-swapping technique that could exchange a person's life for a ghost. It sounded very powerful, but it had a flaw. Ghosts do not have human bodies, so they could only be forcibly kept in the world and could not live as humans.
Wen Zhaoye pulled open the clothes on her back and cut his own fingers. Before he could do anything, Wen Zhuo opened her eyes.
Her red eyes shone with an eerie red light, and even her lips were luscious and tempting, as if blood would drip from them with the slightest touch. Her face was flushed, but her expression was utterly indifferent. She murmured, "It's so hot."
Wen Zhuo hugged Wen Zhaoye and wrapped his limbs around him. The all-too-familiar scene made Wen Zhaoye's mind uneasy.
His mind involuntarily began to replay the scene of Wen Zhuo kissing him.
The current Wen Zhuo seems to have memories of that time; his actions are not aimless, but rather logical in their approach to him.
She slipped her hand inside his collar, stroking him all over, her cheek nuzzling against his face like a cat.
Wen Zhuo's eyes were glazed over, and the heat seemed to be turning into mist and falling on her forehead. It was so hot, so hot. She looked at Wen Zhaoye's open lips, from which pure essence emanated.
I want to eat it.
Wen Zhaoye closed his eyes briefly but did not leave.
She lowered her head and inserted the tip of her tongue inside.
So delicious, so comforting.
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