Chapter Forty-Six Stealing
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After that day passed, Wen Zhuo naturally assumed that Wen Zhaoye had finally sensed her sincerity and knew that she would never leave, so her behavior became much more casual.
Wen Zhuo was so bored in the room that she asked Wen Zhaoye how to get out. Wen Zhaoye pretended to be stupid, and Wen Zhuo held back her anger and went to figure it out herself.
She had been sleeping with Wen Zhaoye recently. She didn't know how to reassure him, so she decided to show him through her actions. She carried her quilt to Wen Zhaoye's room.
When Wen Zhaoye saw her, he looked somewhat surprised, apparently because he hadn't been watching the surveillance footage.
Wen Zhuo thought so.
Wen Zhuo floated in the sky, her light-colored blanket trailing on the ground. Wen Zhaoye stared at her for a while, then looked at Wen Zhuo's stern face. Without saying anything, he opened his arms and pulled the falling Wen Zhuo into his embrace. The two of them were trapped in the bed, their limbs intertwined. Wen Zhuo's long black hair fell like a waterfall, blending with Wen Zhaoye's black hair.
Wen Zhaoye lowered his head, rested his chin on the top of her head, and gently stroked her back with his fingers. She had lost a lot of weight; even ghosts couldn't gain weight from eating.
Wen Zhaoye's movements became even gentler. Wen Zhuo loved liveliness, loved crowds, loved all living things. He clenched his fingers into a fist, leaving several deep crescent-shaped marks on his palm. He shouldn't imprison her at home, shouldn't forcibly confine her in the cage of love.
Wen Zhaoye closed his eyes and held her tightly in his arms. Wen Zhuo opened her eyes wide, wondering what Wen Zhaoye was thinking about again, but she keenly sensed that Wen Zhaoye was in a bad mood. She followed suit and patted Wen Zhaoye's back.
His body seemed to tremble slightly, and then he hugged her even tighter.
The summer night breeze was cool, and Wen Zhuo always carried a sinister chill, while Wen Zhaoye was always burning hot, like a human heater. Wen Zhuo was a ghost, and she didn't like this kind of heat that felt like it could burn her, but Wen Zhaoye liked to hold her.
Wen Zhuo buried herself in his arms, her legs pinned down by Wen Zhaoye. The ghost was enveloped by Wen Zhaoye's body heat, as if she were trapped in a microwave oven.
Sometimes she would wake up groggily from the heat, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she would see a large expanse of exposed skin, radiating a scorching temperature. Wen Zhuo would irritably try to wriggle out of Wen Zhaoye's arms, struggling up and down and left and right for a long time, but her body wouldn't budge. Instead, Wen Zhaoye would hold her even tighter, and even in his sleep, he would comfort her, holding her head and kissing her, mumbling something incoherently.
Wen Zhuo was furious, but Wen Zhaoye hugged her tightly again. Luckily, Wen Zhuo wasn't human, otherwise, with Wen Zhaoye's suffocating embrace, he would have seen her corpse tomorrow.
Wen Zhuo stayed at home for a few more days without going out or going out with Wen Zhaoye. Wen Zhuo originally thought that Wen Zhaoye didn't want her to go out because he wanted to observe her attitude for a few more days.
Now that her attitude is so clear, why won't Wen Zhaoye let her out? Wen Zhuo stood in front of Wen Zhaoye, looking down at him. Wen Zhaoye raised his head, and the smile on his face disappeared.
"Why? I just want to go out and have some fun."
Wen Zhaoye lowered his eyes: "I'm scared."
Wen Zhuo was seething with anger, but she didn't speak. She just stared at him, trying to make him change his mind. A chilling aura emanated from her, but Wen Zhaoye pretended not to see it. He lowered his head, hugged her waist, and didn't say anything either.
In the end, Wen Zhuo gave in. She was so angry that she bit Wen Zhaoye hard, pushed him away, and went back to her room.
Wen Zhuo sat on the bed angrily, trying to figure out where she had gone wrong with her method. She threw herself onto the bed and lay down, only to find that her pillow and blanket were with Wen Zhaoye.
Although Wen Zhaoye's bed already had pillows and blankets, Wen Zhuo always felt that this made it feel more ceremonial.
Wen Zhuo: "......" Damn the sense of ritual!
She hung her head, looked dejected, and floated out without touching the ground. Just as she was about to pass through the door, it suddenly started moving on its own.
Wen Zhuo's hair stood on end as he glared at Wen Zhaoye, who had opened the door.
Laughter rang out, and Wen Zhaoye, who was standing in front of the door, stepped forward and smoothed her hair.
He kept his head down, his expression unchanged. The warm yellow light from the corridor shone through his hair, casting dappled patterns. The gloom around him seemed to be completely dispelled in that instant, as if he had returned to the time when she was still alive.
Wen Zhaoye placed his palm on her back, then suddenly pulled her into his arms, bending down and wrapping his other arm around her knees, lifting her up in his arms.
Wen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, grabbing his hair to keep her balance. She lowered her head, and Wen Zhaoye's face was once again shrouded in darkness. He looked up, his dark eyes staring at her. He said with some distress, "What should we do? All your things are with me. How are you going to sleep?"
Wen Zhuo sensed a dangerous glint in his eyes, so she suppressed her instinctive response and cautiously replied, "I'll wait for you to come and sleep with me."
Wen Zhaoye seemed surprised to hear such words from her. His gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before he smiled and looked up to meet her lips.
Wen Zhuo lowered her head and received a few gentle kisses from him.
Wen Zhaoye carried her back to the room, tucked her into the blankets, and rolled her up into a dumpling-like ghost. He then lay down beside her and hugged the dumpling into his arms.
Wen Zhuo: "......" What a strange quirk.
She opened her eyes and observed Wen Zhaoye's expression, then tentatively said, "I want to go out and play tomorrow. I haven't seen the sun in a long time."
Wen Zhaoye didn't react to her words, only saying, "You're a ghost, you can't be in the sun."
Wen Zhuo: "...You forgot that it's okay now?"
Wen Zhaoye covered her mouth.
"oh."
Let her think of another way! Wen Zhuo's eyes darted slyly in the darkness, and Wen Zhaoye's lips curled into a faint smile.
Wen Zhuo had been comforting him for a long time. Although his actions were clumsy, he could feel it. It was precisely because he felt it that he couldn't help but want to prolong this time and keep Wen Zhuo around for a while longer.
The night was deep and the dense darkness seemed to block out even the moonlight. Wen Zhuo woke up in the middle of the night, feeling as if something was entangled with her. She dreamed that she had been made into a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling) and handed to Wen Zhaoye. He was pulling on the string binding her, and Wen Zhuo was so angry that she screamed.
She kicked the blanket off, rolled over, and nestled into a familiar embrace. Wen Zhuo inhaled his scent and drifted back into a deep sleep.
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[It's going to rain today: Really? Can we really go out?]
[AAA Local Ghost Hunt: Of course! Guaranteed authentic! Chinese people don't lie to other Chinese people.]
Wen Zhuo: "......" He reluctantly believed it.
She sank into the bathtub, her entire body sinking into it. She had placed a layer of yin energy at the bottom of the tub to make her more comfortable. She crossed her legs and typed with Xie Huai.
She couldn't find a solution from Wen Zhaoye and finally realized that no matter how much she coaxed him, it wouldn't work and might even backfire. She felt that her brother was becoming more and more abnormal.
Wen Zhuo sighed and continued sending messages to Xie Huai.
[It's raining today: Aren't you afraid my brother will catch you doing this?]
[AAA Local Ghost Hunting: Haha, how could that be? Wen Zhaoye is the most reasonable person; how could he do such a thing? Aren't you slandering him?]
Wen Zhuo frowned as she read his reply.
[It's raining today: Are you being threatened by my brother now?]
Cold sweat trickled down Xie Huai's forehead. He turned to look at the man behind him, chuckled, and said...
"Ask her what she wants to do?"
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