Chapter Twenty-Eight: Illness
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Summer weather is as unpredictable as a person's mood. Thunder suddenly rang out in the sky, illuminating the dark villa. Inside the window, the bodies of a person and a ghost were intertwined. The humid and hot air seemed to be able to squeeze out a few drops of liquid, making their exposed skin glisten with moisture.
The female ghost was forced to shrink into the human's arms, her head tilted back, her sculpted white neck covered with someone's sweat. The human noticed the dampness, smiled, and licked it away. But the skin under his tongue suddenly twitched, and his excessively white fingers dug into his hair, pulling hard on his head.
He was pulled up and met the female ghost's downcast gaze. Half of her red eyes were hidden by her tired eyelids, and a few strands of wet hair clung to her cheeks. She squeezed out a few words with difficulty from her throat: "Stop, too much."
Wen Zhuo actually regained consciousness halfway through. As she rode on Wen Zhaoye's back, she began to regret why she couldn't learn from her mistakes. The same thing had happened last time, so why did she fall into the same trap again?
She swallowed hard, and Wen Zhaoye seemed to notice her sudden change in expression. He sat up, and the sudden movement made her sway twice. She slumped down, exhausted. Wen Zhaoye supported her, lifted a strand of hair from her cheek with one hand, and easily covered half of her face with his palm. Then he lifted her chin and raised her face.
His dark eyes stared at her face.
"Are you awake?"
Wen Zhuo lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes concealing her expression.
This shouldn't be happening. Why did she suddenly go crazy? She seemed perfectly normal at first.
A soft touch suddenly came, and Wen Zhaoye moved closer to her, gently rubbing his lips against her neck. Wen Zhuo felt ticklish and reached out to push him away, but he pulled her hand to his mouth and bit her twice. Her fingers trembled, her vision suddenly blurred for a moment, and her chest heaved violently. She looked down and found that Wen Zhaoye's hand, which was wrapped around her waist, was now pressing on her lower abdomen.
Her vision was blurry with tears, and her thoughts, once cleared, drifted aimlessly, with only Wen Zhaoye's incoherent words echoing in her ears.
The scenes from the past kept replaying in his mind, making his eyes red and hot tears drip onto Wen Zhuo's collarbone. Wen Zhuo looked down, but was then kissed by Wen Zhuo's raised head. Their tongues intertwined, and he couldn't utter a word.
"Wen Zhuo, why are you avoiding me?"
"Sister, why don't you want to come near me anymore?"
"younger sister."
"Sister sister sister sister sister sister"
"Sister sister ...
Do you love me?
Can you love me?
The unanswered words, or perhaps the words he didn't need to answer, wove together into a vast web, each thread imbued with intense, lingering, repressed emotions, tightly enveloping Wen Zhuo, choking her throat, limbs, and heart.
His voice suddenly lowered again, hoarse and vibrating in her ear, making her ear tips tingle.
Do you know what I found?
Wen Zhuo was forced to lift his head, and he mumbled a response before closing his eyes in his palm.
Wen Zhaoye ruffled her hair forcefully, pressed one hand against her waist, and whispered in her ear, "Have you noticed that your body has stabilized?"
Wen Zhuo shuddered, pretending not to hear. All she wanted to do was sleep. She hadn't felt this sleepy in a long time. Her ghostly body often caused her to wake up in the middle of the night. She hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. Occasionally, she would hear a soft, comforting voice at night, which she had always taken as a dream. Now, she realized that it was Wen Zhaoye climbing into her bed in the middle of the night!
She opened her eyes again, her gaze flickering as she looked at the person whose head she was forcibly pulling. She was finally a little more awake, but she still couldn't utter a single coherent sentence.
"What did you mean before?"
Wen Zhaoye tilted his head and rubbed it against her palm, asking, "Which sentence?"
He suddenly blurted out a few nonsensical words, which made Wen Zhuo punch his head. He laughed and hugged Wen Zhuo in his arms. The two of them, one human and one ghost, sat together, and Wen Zhaoye led her gaze to her wounds.
Wen Zhuo then realized—
The cracks on her waist and abdomen had somehow merged into complete lines, and the glowing red threads bound the human and the ghost together, as if something had pieced her shattered soul back together. Something binding her soul also dissipated. She didn't move, but simply looked up: "Why?"
Wen Zhaoye lowered his head and kissed her lips, then began to stickily entwine his tongue with hers and suck on it, answering vaguely, "I don't know."
Wen Zhuo angrily pulled his hair: "You have..." She suddenly stopped speaking, "...illness..."
Wen Zhaoye nodded frankly, resisting her strength as he tried to bite her face: "I only know how to get you out."
"Neuropathy!"
A blush crept across his face. He pulled Wen Zhuo up a little higher, tilted his head back to ask for her kiss, and said slowly, "Shouldn't you reward me?"
"My dear sister."
Wen Zhuo lowered her eyes, her face still pale, as if she had never been pleased by his actions. Wen Zhaoye picked up her downward-pointing fingers, bit the base of her fingers, and left a few teeth marks that quickly disappeared.
"Kiss me." His lips were very close to Wen Zhuo's. Wen Zhuo became a little more awake because of his action. She had gotten into the habit of avoiding him these past few days, so she turned her head to the side.
The next instant, Wen Zhaoye's gaze suddenly darkened, and the moisture in the damp air suddenly thickened, almost soaking her breath. Her neck stiffened, as if she was choking on the air and dared not breathe.
"Wen Zhuo," a low, hoarse voice sounded.
He forcefully turned her face towards him and chuckled softly, "It's alright, Wen Zhuo, it's just a bad habit, you can change it."
Outside the window, a torrential downpour began, the dense raindrops pounding the ground. A wildflower that had just sprouted was battered and torn apart, even its stamens were turned inside out. The delicate flower trembled as it was entangled and enveloped by the rain, which surrounded it from all sides, leaving it no room to breathe. It could only sway its body in the wind, its sap being squeezed out in a miserable way.
Thunder roared, and a bright flash of lightning illuminated the window once more. The female ghost nestled wearily in the human's arms, her translucent body seemingly solidifying. The human rested his head on her hair and closed his eyes.
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"What do you mean by this?" Wen Zhuo sat on the bay window with his hands clasped, staring warily at the person in front of him.
The man's silver hair shone brightly, and the various bracelets and pendants on his body also gleamed with a warm, burning light. Speechless, she looked away again, staring at the only patch of green in the office to ease the pain in her eyes.
Xie Huai sat halfway on the desk, his long legs propped up on the ground at an angle: "What I mean is, you're all better now. Not only can you move around freely, but you also don't have to worry about your soul suddenly shattering and you dying on the spot."
Wen Zhuo frowned: "What are you talking about? Is it so easy to repair a soul? You and Wen Zhaoye are definitely hiding something from me."
Xie Huai looked at her: "Who knows what you did to achieve this good result? You won't tell me, and you're even slandering me?"
"How about this, I'll contact Wen Zhaoye and have him talk to you again?"
Wen Zhuo was silent for a moment: "He's still sleeping."
"??"
"???"
Realizing the implication, Xie Huai suddenly looked up: "What do you mean?"
Wen Zhuo looked away: "That's the idea."
He wore an expression of both disbelief and sudden realization: "It's possible, it's possible, like this?!"
"Okay, now that you know, can you tell me?"
Xie Huai resisted the urge to call Wen Zhaoye and said seriously, "You are a ghost that was forcibly dragged up. Your soul is much more fragile than a normal ghost, but we did not expect your soul to be so fragile that it could not even fully digest the energy in his blood essence."
Wen Zhuo nodded expressionlessly.
"But by the time we discovered it, it was too late. Your soul had received too much power and was too weak to absorb it all, yet somehow a strange balance was formed, preventing your soul from dissipating on the spot."
Wen Zhuo: "..."
He suddenly glanced at her with a mocking look: "Now I know, when you do that kind of thing, getting close to humans depletes your strength, and the lost strength is replenished in another way."
Wen Zhuo: "Okay, I know, stop talking."
He sighed, "Poor Wen Zhaoye, I never thought he wouldn't even be able to get out of bed yet. Sigh, what a pity."
Wen Zhuo: "......" This kind of beast is better off lying down for a few more days, she's too lazy to even criticize it!
"Buzzing~"
"Buzzing~"
Xie Huai glanced at his phone, then quickly looked at Wen Zhuo. Wen Zhuo instantly realized who had called.
Wen Zhuo doesn't like to carry her phone with her. She feels that when you're out having fun, you should play seriously. And if you carry it, you have to walk properly, which is unbearable. What ghost walks every day?
"Hello?" Xie Huai answered the phone.
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Wen Zhaoye stared in disbelief at the empty room with a gloomy face. He went into several rooms, opened the wardrobe, lifted the curtains, and searched for all the places where Wen Zhuo could hide. He stood there for a long time. Finally, he went into his study and adjusted the surveillance footage to the time before Wen Zhuo left.
Wen Zhuo sprang up from the bed, hovered in the air and stared at him for a long time. He reached out and checked Wen Zhaoye's breath. Wen Zhaoye immediately laughed in anger, and after watching Wen Zhuo, he fled the room as if he were escaping.
She flew out of the villa and paused cautiously at a certain distance. Wen Zhaoye pondered for a moment and realized that this was probably the furthest distance he could maintain from her before.
Wen Zhuo didn't stop or turn back home. She reached out and checked, and after realizing that the forced binding was really canceled, she flew away like a wild horse without looking back.
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
He looked at the red thread on his wrist that stretched into the distance and gritted his teeth: "You're really something."
"Wenzhuo!"
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