Chapter Thirty-Six: Imprisonment
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The sky was filled with rising water vapor, and the sky was gray and gloomy, with layers of dark clouds covering the sky. The villa on the mountainside, however, had its lights on in the darkness.
A dim, yellow light was on in the room, illuminating only Wen Zhaoye's face. His fair face was flushed, and his wet hair was brushed up and then slipped down again with the movement. He hugged Wen Zhu tightly, burying himself in her arms, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to strangle her.
This action brought the two of them even closer together.
He was unusually forceful tonight. Although he had shown this tendency before, perhaps the shadow of Wen Zhuo's death was too great for him. Even when he was going crazy in bed, his movements were still gentle. If she frowned, he would coax her in a low voice.
It's possible that his words during the day provoked him; he can neither accept Wen Zhuo's questioning of him nor tolerate Wen Zhuo's indifference to his death.
Wen Zhuo grunted and glared at him. Her hair was also a little wet, which was caused by Wen Zhaoye. Wen Zhuo had been making a fuss about taking a bath, and the two of them had wet their hair in the bathroom. He just coldly dried Wen Zhuo's hair.
Wen Zhaoye kissed her eyes, his lips sliding down her skin, biting her panting lips. He could barely control his strength, but stopped at the last moment, turning the bite into a kiss that landed on her lips.
He cupped her cheeks in his hands, gazing at her as her eyes glazed over. Suddenly, he closed them tightly, and clear tears slid down her cheeks, which he then licked clean.
He clung to Wen Zhuo's body like a dark vine, tightly binding her. Her waist, legs, lips—her whole body was under Wen Zhaoye's control. Wen Zhuo half-closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down from the stimulation. She finally came to her senses from Wen Zhaoye's influence.
She opened her eyes. Wen Zhaoye's face was pressed against hers, his burning body temperature and breath felt like they were scalding her skin.
He was naked, and his abdominal muscles were clearly visible in the light. Sweat rolled down his body in a zigzag pattern, eventually disappearing into the unseen depths.
Wen Zhaoye nuzzled her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Awake?"
A deep voice sounded, and a burning sensation spread from her earlobe inwards. Wen Zhuo shivered and subconsciously moved away from him.
She had just turned her head when Wen Zhaoye forcibly turned her chin back. His eyes darkened, his temples bulged, and he pinched Wen Zhuo's face hard, gritting his teeth as he said, "Avoiding me?"
Before Wen Zhuo could even protest, Wen Zhaoye's kiss landed heavily. He bit Wen Zhuo's lips, his tongue prying open her teeth, skillfully capturing the tip of her tongue hidden inside, licking and biting it forcefully. Wen Zhuo tilted her head back, and someone's fluid leaked out, leaving an ambiguous silver thread.
Wen Zhuo's chest heaved heavily. She didn't need to breathe, but she still felt as if she was suffocating from the kiss. Wen Zhaoye's left hand was gripping her waist, his fingers digging deep into her skin.
He whispered in her ear:
Why don't you want to stay?
Why don't you love me?
"Wen Zhuo, do you hate me?"
He was filled with countless questions, and his heart was also filled with a chaotic mix of love and hate. He chased after Wen Zhuo's love like a dog wagging its tail. He bent over and leaned on Wen Zhuo's shoulder. He was much bigger than her. It was as if Wen Zhuo was being held in his arms. The only fingers that were visible were placed on his shoulder, digging into his muscles and scratching hard, leaving behind ambiguous scratches.
Wen Zhuo couldn't speak, and she couldn't hear what Wen Zhaoye was saying over and over again. At this moment, Wen Zhaoye seemed to be talking a lot.
His movements finally slowed down, Wen Zhuo's breathing gradually calmed down, and his tired eyes closed.
Wen Zhaoye's words echoed in the air again. It was as if he had been holding this question in for a long time, so he spoke without any pause or hesitation: "You actually don't want to stay at all, do you?"
Wen Zhuo keenly realized that Wen Zhaoye's decision to stay meant more than just staying by his side.
She pretended to be still half-asleep and blinked slowly: "What?"
Wen Zhaoye bit her cheek, gently grinding it, his voice low, like the hiss of a venomous snake: "Before that, I always thought your open-mindedness was a good thing."
“You’ve always been ruthless and never lingering over things you’ve decided to give up. Just like when I left home, if I hadn’t gone to find you, would you have abandoned me the same way you abandoned them?”
Wen Zhuo lowered her eyes. She didn't want things that belonged to others—other people's homes, other people's relatives.
Wen Zhaoye belongs to the category of relatives.
Wen Zhaoye watched as Wen Zhuo closed his eyes and pretended to faint.
He had already determined Wen Zhuo's answer.
His dark pupils were tinged with a watery red, and suppressed anger flashed in his eyes. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, and anger suddenly struck his brain, burning his whole body like flames.
Wen Zhuo felt a chill on the back of her neck and realized something was wrong. Her silence seemed to add the final fuel to the fire. She immediately opened her eyes and was about to run away when Wen Zhaoye's face came into view.
His eyes were red at the corners, and they were moist. Cold liquid fell from his eyes and dripped gently onto Wen Zhuo's body, causing Wen Zhuo to be momentarily stunned.
It turned out to be a honey trap.
Wen Zhuo thought this way, and in the end, she neither left nor struggled.
She soon began to regret it.
She thought Wen Zhaoye was done, after all, she had been done for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhaoye's breed seems to have little to do with humans, but rather seems to be related to donkeys.
"I, I didn't say I would... Um, let go."
Wen Zhaoye sneered and bit her lip.
"Wen Zhaoye, are you out of your mind? Did you secretly take medicine?!" Wen Zhuo was furious.
"You'll know once you try."
Thunder rumbled outside the window, and a sudden downpour of wind and rain lashed down, scattering the clouds and leaving them helpless as the raindrops poured in.
Wen Zhuo was stunned by the shock, and Wen Zhaoye was still chattering away in her ear.
Wen Zhuo reached out to push him away, but he grabbed her fingers and kissed them. He lay on top of her, embracing her, his hot body warming her cold body. Wen Zhuo cried out in a trembling voice, "Get away!"
Wen Zhaoye bit her neck, his tone filled with hatred: "Wen Zhuo, am I also a dog that you can just discard at will?"
“Everyone says I never said that,” she pulled Wen Zhaoye’s head up and looked him in the eye, “Aren’t I right here with you now? Can’t we just let the past be the past?” Wen Zhaoye didn’t seem to hear her words. His expression remained unchanged, and following her movement, he kissed her.
Wen Zhuo felt he was simply unreasonable. She dodged Wen Zhaoye's kisses from both sides, but her body was really sore and weak because this beast was still moving his waist at this time.
"You abandoned me and left me behind back then, are you going to do the same again now?"
Wen Zhaoye, panting, asked her.
What are we doing now? Wen Zhuo didn't understand what he meant at first, but after thinking about it for a while, she realized that Wen Zhaoye had probably overheard her conversation with the old Taoist priest. They were talking about life and death, which they themselves thought was nothing, but it directly touched Wen Zhaoye's heart.
Wen Zhuo looked at him calmly: "There is a difference between humans and ghosts. You can't possibly supply me with your blood for the rest of your life. Would you rather die yourself?"
"My biggest regret is not dying with you back then." His dark pupils stared at her, and it seemed that thick, black liquid was welling up from his eyes, spreading throughout his body like tentacles to Wen Zhuo's body.
Wen Zhuo thought that his yin energy had inadvertently leaked out. The two streams of energy from different sources mixed together and merged tightly. A bone-chilling cold air touched Wen Zhuo's body, and Wen Zhuo opened his eyes in confusion.
Wen Zhaoye was still kissing her when a broken, blood-red pattern lit up in front of him. Black gas flowed from this pattern into her body. More and more, the obsession that grew larger and larger turned into yin energy, surging into her body and becoming her power. Her whole body was filled with yin energy, as if even her blood vessels had been stretched.
The human and the ghost huddled together, connected by black yin energy. Wen Zhuo felt as if his brain had been stung by a cold air, and his entire temples were throbbing with a needle-like pain.
A flood of familiar yet unfamiliar memories suddenly flashed through her mind. She covered her head, lost in the jumble of memories. When she vaguely woke up to the sound of metal clanging, she opened her eyes and saw...
Wen Zhaoye was sitting on her lap. He was not wearing much clothing, and he had put a red chain on Wen Zhuo's body. Her pale skin looked even more striking against the red chain. He stroked her gently, a satisfied smile on his face.
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