Chapter Thirty-One: Hatred
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Wait a minute, she's not a real killer, so why is she so absorbed in this? Could Wen Zhaoye really do something to her?
Wen Zhuo's hair, which had stood on end in fright, softened slightly. She looked up and glared at Wen Zhaoye. He was standing against the light, making his expression unclear. Wen Zhuo didn't notice his chilling gaze. She grabbed Wen Zhaoye's trouser leg and tried to get up, pulling out several noticeable wrinkles in his crisp suit trousers.
Wen Zhaoye ignored him, stared at Wen Zhuo's face, took a step forward, and blocked Wen Zhuo in the cabinet.
Wen Zhuo was pushed back down by his movement and sat down hard. "What are you doing!" she shouted. The shadow fell over again and Wen Zhaoye knelt down, covered Wen Zhuo's cheek with one hand, held her cheek in his palm, and held her face still.
Wen Zhuo froze on the spot, belatedly realizing he was getting nervous. A cold sweat broke out on his back, and his palms began to feel damp.
Wen Zhaoye lowered his head and brought his face close to hers, his nose rubbing intimately against hers, but his eyes remained fixed on Wen Zhuo. Thick emotions overflowed from his black eyes, staining Wen Zhuo's entire body like silt.
The air suddenly became hot, and his movements became sticky. His lips parted, and he gently bit Wen Zhuo's cheek. The human's burning heat collided with the ghost's icy skin. Wen Zhuo couldn't help but back away, but then suddenly remembered the consequences of her dodging when he inexplicably went crazy last time, so she obediently moved back.
Wen Zhuo screamed inwardly, "What on earth is wrong with Wen Zhaoye?! If you're going to kiss, just kiss! Why are you doing all this messy stuff? Can't you do something normal?"
Didn't we agree that she would do the accounting? Why is she lying?
"Guess where I planted the bug?" His fingers moved to the back of Wen Zhuo's head and gently stroked it, as if caressing something.
Everything Wen Zhuo had was prepared by him, so how could she know where Wen Zhaoye was hiding?
Wen Zhuo didn't answer, but raised her hand to touch her hair ornament. Wen Zhaoye nodded and then stroked her upright hair in a praising manner.
Doesn't it hurt your hands?
Wen Zhuo silently touched all the jewelry on his body, receiving countless affirmations from Wen Zhaoye.
Wen Zhuo: "..." It's hard to say which department Wen Zhaoye should see. Before, she always felt that Wen Zhaoye had something wrong with his brain, but now she thinks that Wen Zhaoye should go to a mental hospital for a while.
Wen Zhuo took a deep breath: "You're still very proud of yourself, aren't you? So fond of eavesdropping, I think the Director of the CIA—"
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Zhaoye, his expression calm and his thick black hair devoid of any shine, slowly interrupted Wen Zhuo's sarcasm: "Don't you want to stay with me?"
Wen Zhuo's face still showed dissatisfaction at being interrupted. She frowned. What did this mean? She didn't understand, so she didn't reply. She just looked at Wen Zhaoye's increasingly gloomy face.
This person seems to have taken her silence as consent.
Wen Zhaoye knelt in front of her, his knees pressed against the cabinet, blocking her way out. He suddenly pulled her into his arms, his hands wrapped around her like vines, and his low, husky voice whispered in her ear: "I finally managed to bring you back, don't even think about leaving me."
Wen Zhuo felt uncomfortable because he was holding her too tightly, and swayed from side to side in his arms. Wen Zhaoye became even more dissatisfied, "Are you avoiding me again?"
Wen Zhuo paused her struggle and said with an awkward laugh, "Isn't it just that it doesn't feel quite right?"
Wen Zhaoye: "?"
He was incredulous. He got up and glanced at Wen Zhuo. Wen Zhuo wanted to scratch her head, but her hand was still trapped in the middle. She also realized that she was being a bit of a hindsight expert. They had already slept together, so why was she saying these things?
Wen Zhuo tried to ease the tension: "Shouldn't we move on to the next step now?"
Wen Zhaoye raised an eyebrow: "Next step?"
Wen Zhuo saw that his expression had finally come to life and he was finally back to normal!
She nodded vigorously: "Remove the listening devices from my body."
Wen Zhaoye's gaze swept over her entire body, and Wen Zhuo also began to take off her own jewelry, starting with her headdress.
Wen Zhaoye straightened up and looked at her with his arms crossed.
Wen Zhuo was taking apart the braids Wen Zhaoye had tied this morning. She tilted her head, raised her hand, and her face grew darker and darker as she took them apart. An eerie aura seemed to be clinging to her body, and the more she took apart the braids, the more annoyed she became. She also grew increasingly displeased with Wen Zhaoye.
"What are you standing there doing! It's all your fault! Making things so complicated!"
Wen Zhaoye has always loved to experiment with hairstyles that look good but don't last long, but she had never taken them off herself before. She would just sleep in them, since she could just sleep in the bed and it wouldn't bother her.
Once Wen Zhuo had to do it herself, she immediately felt it was inconvenient.
She glared at the unmoved Wen Zhaoye, raised her foot to kick him, "Brother! You—" Her ankle was grabbed, and her words suddenly caught in her throat, her voice weakening, "You, you let go of me first."
There's something slightly off about this posture.
Wen Zhaoye pulled her out from deep inside the wardrobe by her ankle, covered the back of her head with one hand, and kissed her lips.
The heat and the cold temperature mingled, and Wen Zhuo opened and closed her eyes in a daze, as if water vapor was rising in front of her.
She had almost gotten used to the scalding heat emanating from Wen Zhaoye's body. Unconsciously, Wen Zhaoye gently kissed her, but his actions revealed an incongruous force. She was pinned inside the cabinet, her hands pressed against the inner wall. Their cheeks were intertwined, and the ambiguous sounds of water echoed in the quiet space.
Wen Zhuo hugged his back and tilted her head back to meet his kiss.
She didn't know when their relationship had become like this; she always avoided it and always indulged it, which eventually led to Wen Zhaoye taking advantage of her.
She recalled the time when she had just become a ghost and had no memories. At that time, Wen Zhaoye knew to avoid suspicion and would push her head away. But that was all he could do. It was his half-hearted attitude that made her act so arrogantly and domineeringly, eventually climbing on top of him.
Wen Zhuo was lost in thought when Wen Zhaoye bit her lip, but failed to grab her attention. Suddenly, his face darkened, and he released her: "Do you really want to leave me that badly?"
Wen Zhuo looked at him in confusion. After calming down, she felt that Wen Zhaoye was the one who was more like that unpredictable and vengeful ghost.
Wen Zhuo closed her eyes and suddenly felt a chill all over her body. She immediately looked at Wen Zhaoye and noticed that his face was extremely pale. Wen Zhuo frowned and touched his face, which was about the same temperature as hers!
Wen Zhuo easily broke free from his grasp, grabbed his collar tightly, and her eyes revealed barely concealed anger and worry: "What's wrong with you? Explain yourself clearly, is it because I've been staying by your side the whole time!"
Wen Zhaoye also came to his senses, lowered his head, and rubbed his chin against Wen Zhuo's hand. Wen Zhuo glared at him fiercely.
Wen Zhaoye gazed at her, bent down and leaned closer to her, wanting to rest against her: "What if I said yes? Are you just going to leave me like this?"
Wen Zhuo looked away in disbelief, and Wen Zhaoye leaned against empty air: "Otherwise what? Do you expect me to just stand by and watch you die?"
"Wouldn't I be able to come and join you if I died?" He leaned closer again, clinging to her body. A heavy, gloomy aura emanated from somewhere, making it hard for her to breathe.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Wait, this yin energy isn't mine? Wen Zhaoye, you?!"
Wen Zhaoye laughed, biting Wen Zhuo's earlobe: "This isn't Yin energy, Wen Zhuo. Haven't you been asking about it? You've seen it but don't recognize it?"
What was that? What did she ask? Wait, that obsession?
Is this thing even a physical object?
Wen Zhuo was skeptical: "You really didn't die secretly? The yin energy is so strong."
Wen Zhaoye: "?"
"Having kissed you for so long, haven't you felt my body temperature yet?"
Wen Zhuo was still not quite convinced; she felt that this thing was not much different from her own yin energy.
She released her yin energy, and the same black mist appeared, almost immediately merging with Wen Zhaoye's "obsession," becoming indistinguishable from it.
Wen Zhaoye curled his lips: "Do you know what color yin energy should be?"
Wen Zhuo was staring blankly at the two merging things. Could it be that cause and effect were reversed?
Wen Zhaoye manipulated the black energy to climb up Wen Zhuo's arm. The contrast between Wen Zhuo's pale skin and the thick black energy was striking, and Wen Zhuo's expression had turned cold.
"You didn't have that before."
Wen Zhaoye's expression was equally indifferent. The two men's expressions were strikingly similar at this moment, as if their blood relationship really existed. Wen Zhaoye said coldly, "I didn't have it before. I thought that once it was on you, it would never come back. I didn't expect that after being with you for the first time, I couldn't control it."
He raised his hand to stroke Wen Zhuo's bright and clear eyes. Wen Zhaoye's eyes were complicated: "If you have no obsession, then use mine. Human obsession is different from ghost obsession, but fortunately my constitution is special, so it is not impossible to forcibly transform it. All you need is my blood, and some other methods."
Wen Zhuo recalled the blurry array patterns on the ground that night and roughly understood what the other methods were.
"Obsession is something that cannot be stopped."
He lowered his head again, his cheek pressed against Wen Zhuo's face. The temperature, so different from that of a living person, made him so attached. He had once loved Wen Zhuo and couldn't bear her sudden departure, especially since she had left in a huff after arguing with him.
He stood at the spot where Wen Zhuo died for a long time, but he didn't see Wen Zhuo's spirit. Was it avoiding him? Did it not want to see him? Did it hate him?
Every intimate gesture after Wen Zhuo's departure replayed in his memory: their intertwined breaths, their entwined lips and teeth. The things they shouldn't have done played out in his mind every day. He was overjoyed in his dreams countless times, but he could never catch up with her last moments.
He originally only wanted to see Wen Zhuo once, but as he waited and waited, as the seasons changed and spring turned to autumn, he looked at the changing scenery and wondered why the person who seemed to never appear would not appear.
Why, why, why do you hate me so much? You won't even let me see you one last time? How can you be so heartless?
Wen Zhuo, do you really see me as your brother? Do you really have feelings for me?
Wen Zhaoye stood by the street, his dark eyes revealing sharp regret and hatred.
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