Chapter Twenty-Seven Again
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The starlight was obscured by thick, dark clouds, while a few pale moonlight peeked through the clouds, carefully passing through the transparent window and illuminating a pale, cold face.
The woman closed her eyes, her brows furrowed as she tossed and turned restlessly, her hair flying wildly on the pillow. The dense darkness of the room enveloped her, and even the sliver of moonlight quietly faded away, plunging the world into silence and gloom.
Two red lights suddenly appeared from the darkness, then dimmed and then reappeared.
It was Wen Zhuo blinking.
Wen Zhuo looked around warily, scanning her surroundings for any suspects who might disturb her sleep.
She had always slept very well. Even after becoming a ghost, she could still sleep until noon every day and then be woken up by Wen Zhaoye for breakfast. She could now eat by borrowing Wen Zhaoye's hand, but human food could not provide her with energy and could be considered junk food.
But it's really delicious! Wen Zhuo happily imagined tomorrow's breakfast.
Suddenly, a soft rustling sound reached my ears, like someone walking. Warm, red eyes shone on the door like searchlights.
Wen Zhuo couldn't help but add his own voiceover: "Eyes wide open like copper bells~"
The footsteps grew heavier and stopped in front of her door.
The red light disappeared, and Chief Black Cat turned off the copper bell.
Could it be Wen Zhaoye? They did sleep together when they were little, but their parents didn't allow them to sleep together after junior high school. Wen Zhaoye protested at the time, but his protest was rejected, and they haven't been that close since.
Wen Zhuo closed her eyes and heard a faint sound from the door lock. Someone stepped in and seemed very familiar with her room, able to find the bedside without even turning on the light.
Wen Zhuo: "..."
There are only the two of them in this villa. Who else could it be but Wen Zhaoye? If anyone tried to break in through the main gate, given the current level of surveillance in the villa, they would be discovered and thrown out by Wen Zhaoye before they even entered.
The mattress beside her sank, and a familiar scent slowly enveloped her. In the darkness, the man gently pulled Wen Zhuo into his arms, his hands around her shoulders, surrounding her with his body. He buried his head in the crook of Wen Zhuo's neck, his warm breath pattering against her neck, causing a blush to rise.
Wen Zhuo lay stiff on the bed, her hair stiff as well. Wen Zhaoye unconsciously grabbed her, and she then limply wrapped herself around his hand.
Wen Zhaoye felt relieved, but Wen Zhuo felt like she was suffocating. No wonder she hadn't been sleeping well lately! Being bothered like this every day, it was no wonder she couldn't sleep well!
Wen Zhuo was furious.
No wonder he wasn't angry that she'd been avoiding his intimate gestures lately; it turns out he made up for it himself at night!
Wen Zhaoye pressed his cheek against her forehead, covered her face and chin with his palm, and pressed his fingers hard, causing Wen Zhuo's lips to curl up.
He pinched Wen Zhuo's cheek as if venting his anger, then quickly released his grip, resting his head on her shoulder: "You heartless thing."
Although she was very unhappy about this, she didn't dare to teach her brother a lesson right now. After all, Wen Zhaoye was already so perverted, and he might become even more perverted after she woke up!
Wen Zhuo had her eyes closed, but unexpectedly, a warm and soft touch suddenly came from her cheek. Almost instantly, Wen Zhuo guessed what it was. Wen Zhuo's eyelashes trembled, and she pretended to be disturbed by a nightmare. She shook her head from side to side and mumbled a few curses.
Wen Zhaoye stopped moving as expected. He gently put his arm around Wen Zhuo's head, comforted her, and patted her softly.
Wen Zhuo slowly calmed down, and Wen Zhaoye didn't make any further moves, just held her and patted her back intermittently.
Wen Zhuo finally felt relieved and prepared to drift off to sleep. As for other things, she would do them tomorrow.
There are so many tomorrows!
Wen Zhuo thought this, but still couldn't fall asleep. She lay peacefully, waiting for the breathing of the person next to her to gradually calm down.
As the moon gradually sank lower, its light was drawn away from the window, obscuring the view inside the villa. Inside, a human and a ghost were entwined, their limbs intertwined. The human was large enough to completely envelop the female ghost, whose head was buried in his chest. Her long black hair fell over him, with a few strands extending upwards, almost blending into his black hair.
Wen Zhaoye must be asleep.
She pulled her head back slightly, struggling to look at Wen Zhaoye's face in that position.
Her eyes had a natural brilliance, especially noticeable at night. As soon as Wen Zhuo opened them, she hurriedly closed them again. Two large red light bulbs suddenly lit up in the night and then disappeared.
She couldn't help but swallow, and secretly put her head back in, fitting it perfectly back into its original position.
Should she leave? She can't leave. She's tied to Wen Zhaoye. On her first day at the company, she secretly tried the furthest distance she could go, and it was closer than this dilapidated villa! Damn Wen Zhaoye!
Is he a pervert? He must be!
A soft rustling sound arose, the rustling of clothes. Could it be that Wen Zhaoye had woken up? Was it time for him to leave? She didn't remember seeing him in her bed before.
Her mind was racing, and she was wide awake.
A breath, hot and not belonging to a ghost, descended on her ear again. Fine, dense kisses suddenly fell like raindrops. Wen Zhuo's body stiffened abruptly, and a cold, panting voice rang out in the quiet air.
"Wen Zhuo, are you asleep?"
He didn't seem to be waiting for her answer. Before he finished speaking, his lips had already touched her cheek again. The soft, wet, and hot touch traveled from her skin to her brain, stimulating her neck until it went numb.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to move a little like before to make Wen Zhaoye restrain himself, but found that her body was surrounded by him. His palm covered the back of her neck, his other hand supported her waist, and his long legs clamped her down. She was so entangled that it seemed that only her head could move.
Wen Zhuo: "..." If she were alive, she would definitely get a stiff neck if she slept like that.
His increasingly rapid breathing gradually moved to her lips. Wen Zhuo's neck stiffened, and she couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Was she waiting for his kiss, or waiting for an opportunity to leave?
Does Wen Zhaoye truly love her? Can his feelings for her really lead to this kind of relationship? Wen Zhuo can't be sure. Wen Zhaoye's feelings for her might just be an obsession that has developed over the past seven years. She's just a ghost, and who knows when she'll disappear from this world.
"Wen Zhuo, are you still going to pretend to be asleep?" A cold voice suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap.
Wen Zhuo's eyes were tightly closed, as if his eyelids had just been glued shut with super glue.
Wen Zhaoye sneered: "It's better if they're asleep."
His kiss landed heavily, as if venting Wen Zhuo's avoidance over the past few days. He ground his teeth against Wen Zhuo's lips, until she angrily opened her eyes, her bloodshot eyes glaring at him.
"Wen Zhaoye, you, um..."
Her voice was swallowed by Wen Zhaoye, who forcefully pushed his tongue into her mouth. She tilted her head back, breathing with difficulty, and saliva, which was hard to swallow, seeped from the corner of her mouth, only to be quickly wiped away.
His voice was low and hoarse, his pale skin flushed with a bright red. He cupped Wen Zhuo's head in his hands, forcing her to look him in the eye: "Not pretending to be dead now?"
Wen Zhuo forgot that she was a ghost and didn't need to breathe. Her chest rose and fell as she forcefully pushed Wen Zhaoye away, turned over and knelt on his waist and abdomen, grabbing his collar with both hands.
Wen Zhaoye raised an eyebrow: "What are you doing? Want to kiss me back?"
Wen Zhuo glanced at him: "Explain to me clearly how you brought me back before we talk about anything else."
Wen Zhaoye leaned his head back: "I've talked about this before."
Wen Zhu frowned at his uncooperative attitude: "What else have you done besides bleeding me to the point of near death?"
Wen Zhaoye frowned as well: "How can you talk like that? What do you mean by 'dying soon'? I'm perfectly fine."
Wen Zhu punched him lightly, then, feeling uncomfortable, moved forward a little: "You've lost your memory too, haven't you? You just fainted a few days ago."
Wen Zhaoye pressed down her leg, which was trying to leave, and their bodies were once again tightly connected. Wen Zhuo suddenly realized that the hardness below was not right, and looked down in shock.
No, bro, are you crazy?!
Wen Zhaoye glanced at her, and she opened her mouth in shock, looking somewhat dazed: "What about the next topic? Aren't we going to talk about it anymore?"
Wen Zhuo: "Stop changing the subject. I've researched it. It's absolutely impossible for me to become a ghost after I die. What else did you do? Did it affect your body? Was your half-dead state a few days ago related to this?"
Wen Zhaoye looked up and saw Wen Zhuo's expression was very serious. Her eyes were fixed on him, and her two bright eyes, which seemed to glow for some reason, shone brightly even in the night, like flashlights that had come to life. Wen Zhaoye was lost in thought when he came back to his senses. Wen Zhuo had already bent down and was pulling his collar hard, her face showing obvious anger, and she was cursing him as she opened and closed her lips.
Wen Zhaoye only caught a glimpse of her pale lips, where he had sucked her tongue until it was bright red. His ears seemed to suddenly go deaf. He suddenly stood up, and Wen Zhuo was stunned for a moment. What's wrong? Do you want to fight? Before she could ask, a burning heat suddenly pressed against her.
Wen Zhuo's head spun for a moment. She was talking to Wen Zhaoye, but what was he thinking?
Wen Zhaoye gently kissed her lips, but Wen Zhuo bit his hard, the metallic taste of blood spreading rapidly. Wen Zhaoye immediately turned his head to stop her, "Wait, you can't drink now..."
Wen Zhuo's eyes shone with a blood-red light, and a surge of restlessness swept over her entire body, her reason being burned away by the flames in an instant.
"Hmm, stop biting, be good."
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