Chapter Thirty-Seven Locked Up
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As dawn broke, a few rays of light pierced the room through the gaps in the curtains. The blankets on the bed were in disarray, but there was nothing else in disarray. Wen Zhuo turned over irritably, kicked away the other person lying next to her, and buried her head in the blankets.
Wen Zhaoye, who was suddenly kicked off the bed: "???"
Half of his body was exposed, and his skin was covered with bluish-purple marks. Although Wen Zhuo had reduced his strength, sometimes it was not so easy to control his strength.
His broad shoulders still bore Wen Zhuo's teeth marks, and several scratches from Wen Zhuo were visible on his neck, especially against his fair skin.
Wen Zhaoye stood up, bent down and scooped Wen Zhuo up along with the blanket. Wen Zhuo opened her eyes groggily, thinking that she had lost control of her strength and floated up again. A familiar handsome face appeared in front of her. Wen Zhuo's eyes widened. Recalling the scene last night, she was so angry that she immediately tried to grab his face. Wen Zhaoye raised his eyebrows and dodged: "Hey, what if you scratch my face and you don't like it anymore?"
He hugged her while pulling the blanket off Wen Zhuo. Wen Zhuo pushed him away forcefully, causing Wen Zhaoye to fall to the ground. Wen Zhuo was surprised that her strength had increased again. She then saw Wen Zhaoye sitting on the ground looking at her, pretending to be pitiful. Wen Zhuo glared at him coldly: "I didn't use any force! It's all your fault!" All her obsession turned into her yin energy.
Wen Zhuo floated in the air, propping her hands up as she looked at him. She was only wearing a thin nightgown. She looked around at the familiar decorations in the room and remembered that two days ago, Wen Zhaoye had forced her to drink his blood and then dragged her onto a helicopter. After arriving at the villa late at night, he still had the energy to do other things.
It's normal for her to not get tired as a ghost, but how come Wen Zhaoye has so much energy all by himself?
A blurry image flashed through her mind, and Wen Zhuo suddenly looked down at her ankle. A red chain, woven from some unknown material, was looped around her ankle.
Wen Zhuo loosened her grip and slammed herself onto the bed. She sat cross-legged and sank into the bed, discovering that the chain wasn't pure red; golden patterns flowed through the gaps. Wen Zhuo tugged at it hard, but nothing happened.
What is this?
Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her from behind. Wen Zhaoye rested his head on hers, watching her fidget with the anklet he had personally put on her. He pounded her head with his chin and slipped his fingers inside her pajamas to touch her stomach.
Is it pretty?
Wen Zhuo complained that he was too hot, and sucked in her stomach to stop him from grabbing her flesh: "Can you stop hugging me all the time? It's so hot."
Wen Zhaoye didn't answer, and continued to hold her.
Wen Zhuo stared at the anklet, looking at it from left to right, not quite understanding its purpose, but its appearance did meet her expectations to a certain extent. She shook her head, trying to move Wen Zhaoye off her head, but Wen Zhaoye pressed his chin against it forcefully and tightened his arms.
"There are some array patterns engraved on it, and their function is..." Wen Zhaoye inexplicably started to keep people in suspense.
Wen Zhuo became annoyed. She shook off Wen Zhaoye's hand that was on her stomach and twisted her body, trying to break free from his embrace: "You're so annoying, can you let go!"
Wen Zhaoye hugged her tightly: "Why is your temper getting worse and worse?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhu struggled even more fiercely: "You keep me in suspense all day long and you still have the nerve to talk to me like this?"
Wen Zhaoye smiled and lowered his head to kiss the top of her head: "Didn't you already guess?"
Wen Zhuo's heart sank. Her brother's obsession was that she should leave. Now he wanted to keep her by his side so that she could not leave.
Wen Zhaoye gently bit the back of her neck: "Now you have two choices, one of which is to stay."
Now that Wen Zhuo has come to him, he can't abandon him again. He can't allow this to happen again. This time, the thing that fool had just turned out to be useless, but what about next time? His life can't afford another seven years.
Wen Zhuo asked expressionlessly, "Was the other one the one who killed you?"
Wen Zhaoye was surprised: "You guessed that? You're really smart."
Wen Zhuo's eyes glazed over for a moment, then her anger flared up inexplicably. She flipped over and pinned Wen Zhaoye to the bed, straddling his waist and abdomen, her hands gripping his neck, her fingers tightening.
"Then I'll strangle you right now!" Her hands trembled as she exerted force, her bloodshot eyes gleaming with an alarming light. A mist appeared before her eyes. Die, die, die, is all you ever think about is dying?
What on earth is wrong with him this time?
Wen Zhaoye's breathing gradually became rapid, his Adam's apple was pressed down by a huge force, and the air in his lungs was slowly drawn out. A terrible purplish-blue mark appeared on his neck, and his breath smelled of rust. Wen Zhuo hardly stopped, so he seemed to be really angry.
Wen Zhuo stared at his smile and then laughed herself, looking at Wen Zhaoye with a mocking expression. She lowered her head and said, "Do you think you can threaten me?"
His vision was also a little blurry. Since Wen Zhuo would abandon him sooner or later anyway, he might as well just die at her hands.
Suddenly, some liquid dripped onto his face.
Realizing what it was, Wen Zhaoye immediately opened his eyes. Wen Zhuo, with a cold face, dripped tears from his eyes without expression, and continued to pinch him hard without letting up.
Wen Zhaoye grew anxious, his chest heaving more and more. Even though he was being strangled, he reached out to wipe Wen Zhuo's tears and spoke in a voice like a crow: "Why are you crying?"
Wen Zhuo turned her head away from his hand. If you want to die, then die. Why are you bothering her now? She loosened her grip a little, but her fingers were still on his neck.
"Don't want me to die? Then don't leave me, okay?" Wen Zhaoye sat up, coughing uncontrollably as he spoke. "Wen Zhuo, sister, A-Zhuo, don't go, don't leave me again, okay?"
Wen Zhuo was speechless. Aren't these still the same two choices?
"Untie this, and I won't leave."
Wen Zhaoye remained silent and motionless in that position.
"I won't leave. You're the only family I have left."
Wen Zhaoye opened his mouth, then closed it again, seemingly not quite accepting the term "family." He hugged Wen Zhuo: "You like to play outside, how can you stay in the house every day?"
Wen Zhuo was surprised: "You knew all this and still did it?"
Wen Zhaoye blinked: "What do you want to eat? I'll go cook."
Wen Zhuo: "Get lost."
She kicked Wen Zhaoye out of the house and sat on the bed thinking about why Wen Zhaoye was always causing trouble.
Did she do anything? She thought about it carefully, but no.
Why is that?
She was in a bad mood at the time, and Wen Zhaoye insisted on coming to her house to make her suffer. He was also always interfering with her, so she deliberately annoyed him a few times.
Who knew he would react that way? You can't blame her for it.
And didn't she avoid Wen Zhaoye afterwards? It was he who insisted on coming closer!
Wen Zhuo held her head in her hands. She had regained her memory last night and remembered everything that happened back then.
She really didn't expect that after she disgusted him with her kiss, he didn't come back to see her for a few days. Wen Zhuo thought Wen Zhaoye wouldn't come back, but in the end, he caught her again at that male model bar.
The lights were dim, and the man on the stage was wearing very few clothes. Wen Zhu stared at him with shining eyes, clearly enjoying himself so much that he hadn't thought of him at all during this time.
Wen Zhaoye walked up with a cold face and forcefully dragged Wen Zhu out. Wen Zhu's eyes widened: "Wen Zhaoye, what are you doing?! Why did you come back?"
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