Chapter 14 Numb.14 Masturbation
"......"
After the words were spoken, both sides fell into an unknown silence. For a moment, only the sound of breathing could be heard through the microphone, steady but not calm.
Xu Wu suddenly wanted to know Jie Ying's reaction. Thinking about it, it made sense. Otherwise, how could a normal person have such thoughts? Or was it that the loneliness of living alone would gradually lead people to a distorted mentality?
What kind of emotions would he experience? Angry? Or would he silently hang up and secretly hug himself in a corner?
How would the usually obedient treasure express the offense from outsiders? Xu Wu suddenly pressed her fingertips against the edge of the phone case, her nails turning slightly white, and she couldn't even count the number of her heartbeats.
Once, or ten times?
That's not important.
Her eyes held an intense aggression as she patiently awaited Jie Ying's reply.
Two seconds later, she heard a soft, slow sigh from the other end, so quiet that she almost missed it. Then came a gentle, deep voice with a slight nasal tone: "Isn't the fog the same?"
They are the same, there is no difference between them, they are essentially the same kind of people.
For example, in the swamps deep within the misty forest, Jieying is a dead tree growing deep in the swamp, emitting a rotten smell; Xuwu is a bright and beautiful wild grass on the shore, but in reality, all the roots buried in the soil are growing towards the mud pit.
Jie Ying's tone wasn't extreme; it sounded like she was stating a fact.
He said they were the same.
Xu Wu tensed up, her breath catching in her throat for a few seconds. The suffocating feeling made her oxygen-deprived brain slightly dizzy. After finally regaining her senses, she chuckled softly, "Is that so?"
She wouldn't deny it, because she smelled a similar scent.
"Come pick me up," Xu Wu ordered, emphasizing, "Now."
She knew that as soon as she said those words, the breathing on the other end became heavy and labored. Xie Xiangying suddenly snapped back to reality and stammered, "I, I'll, I'll..."
Xu Wu hung up the phone, cutting off the tone of voice that would irritate her.
The white plastic bag he was carrying felt like a hot potato, as heavy as a dumbbell.
The midday sun was scorching. Xu Wu walked a few steps forward to the shade of a tree to cool off, not in the mood to think about anything else. Even when she saw Fang Rumei's message, she was too lazy to reply.
Fang Rumei: I've talked to your brother. He'll sleep in the living room every time you come back to stay these next few weeks, so it won't bother you.
Fang Rumei: Don't argue with your brother, talk things out.
I really don't understand why Fang Rumei always harbors these pathetic fantasies about her.
Xu Wu's eyes were icy cold.
Is that her brother? He's her half-brother's cousin. What does he have to do with her?
After her parents divorced when she was four, she was given custody of her mother. Less than six months later, she remarried and married a man who had some money. They lived a good life for a few years.
Of course, these good days had nothing to do with Xu Wu. She was no different from the nanny working at that house. If there was any difference, it was that the nanny got paid, while she worked for free.
Although she knew it was inappropriate, she still thought of her biological father.
She was very young when they separated and had little memory of her father.
Xu Wu certainly had some authority to say about the saying that daughters resemble their fathers, after all, Fang Rumei disliked her a lot when she was young, and the sentence she said most often was—
I really want to gouge your eyes out.
At that time, Xu Wu thought that she simply disliked his eyes, so he tried even harder to please her. A child's longing for his mother is innate.
No matter what she did, Fang Rumei wouldn't listen. It wasn't until shortly after her younger brother was born when she was five years old that she met that man.
Her biological father.
It was in that instant that Xu Wu understood why Fang Rumei hated her so much.
Because she had the same beautiful eyes as her father.
......
Xu Wu turned off her phone and put it back in her pocket, but she still didn't reply to Fang Rumei.
Her gaze fell on the withered leaves lying on the road ahead, tattered and broken. She didn't know how much time had passed before the person who came stepped on the withered leaves.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Jie Ying ran over breathlessly, her breathing labored, her sickly pale face flushed with an unnatural redness, but her eyes were bright and sparkling as she looked at Xu Wu.
She was wearing a very casual and simple hoodie, and her hair was messy, as if she had just thrown on the clothes and rushed over without having time to style it.
It must be said, however, that good-looking people look even better when they go out in a burlap sack.
"I... I ran as fast as I could and made it here." Xie Ying was afraid that she would get angry if he waited too long, so he tried to explain, but he shut his mouth after Xu Wu gave him a look.
"Take it." Xu Wu tossed the bag into his arms.
Jie Ying was a little confused. He subconsciously took the bag and looked down to open it. He caught sight of the fever reducers lying quietly inside and looked up in disbelief: "For...for me?"
"If you don't want it, then forget it." Seeing his expression, Xu Wu felt a rare sense of belated shame and regret.
This is insane! Why would she even bother buying medicine?
She reached out to pull it back with a stern face, but Jieying quickly took a step back and hugged the bag tightly to her chest, stubbornly saying, "No, no!"
Xu Wu was taken aback; such a firm stance.
"Fog is so good...it's so hard to get it for me." He couldn't tell if it was joy or the dizziness from the fever, he just felt lightheaded. "So, so I can't take it, I have to take it back."
“…” Xu Wu said, “Whatever.”
Jie Ying raised her face and smiled, although it was still an ugly and unbearable smile, but it was still a slight improvement.
He lives not far from here; it usually takes about ten minutes to walk, and you can run faster.
Xu Wu followed closely behind Jie Ying, but the other woman kept turning back to look at her, as if afraid of being left behind. It was fine once or twice, but after a while, Xu Wu was really annoyed.
"Walk properly and stop looking back at me," she commanded.
"I'm sorry," Jie Ying apologized woodenly, and didn't dare to look at Xu Wu so frequently afterward.
When Xu Wu arrived at his destination, he discovered that the area where he lived was one of the most prosperous areas in the city, with various office buildings and densely guarded residential areas stretching out in one place. Even the old residential buildings had been demolished a few years ago.
"......"
Xu Wu glanced at Jie Ying, who was communicating with the security guard, and remained silent.
He lives here? How did he grow up to look so reclusive?
The separation between people and their living spaces is truly extraordinary.
Jie Ying jogged back and led her inside, explaining, "I... I've already spoken to them, so you can come in directly from now on."
The security guards can remember all the residents of this community. In addition, the security facilities are high and the confidentiality is strong. Several celebrities also live here.
The two took the elevator to the ninth floor, where there was one apartment per floor.
Jie Ying pressed the fingerprint sensor a few times in front of the door, then turned to Xu Wu with a hint of anticipation and said, "How about... no, let's just record a fingerprint?"
“…No need.” Xu Wu pretended not to see his expression.
They pretended not to see the few curls of hair that had fallen limp in disappointment.
Jie Ying opened the door, bent down and took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them at Xu Wu's feet. She showed no intention of getting up and reached out to pull on Xu Wu's shoelaces.
"I'll do it myself." Xu Wu didn't let him succeed and took a step back.
Jie Ying stood up regretfully, watching her take off her white sneakers and put on the slippers she had prepared. Her gaze lingered for a few seconds before she casually looked away, leading her to sit on the sofa, and then asked, "How about we don't drink anything?"
Xu Wu: "...You should worry about yourself first."
Even though she was so sick and unsteady, I still thought of asking her what she wanted to drink.
Upon hearing this, Jie Ying lowered her head, covered her mouth, and coughed twice, her face turning even redder than before.
Seeing this, Xu Wu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you have a thermometer at home?"
“In my room,” he answered truthfully.
"Where?"
Jie Ying pointed in a direction, completely unaware that something was wrong.
Xu Wu got up and walked in the direction he pointed. Although she usually ordered people around, she wasn't so heartless as to let a patient go get the thermometer by himself.
Jie Ying stared intently at Xu Wu's retreating figure, trying her best to recall her image so that her mind could remember it before her death, and even after her death.
He wanted to remember everything.
Two minutes passed, and Xu Wu still hadn't come out.
Only then did Jie Ying belatedly realize that something was wrong. When he realized which direction Xu Wu was pointing in, his face turned pale, and the blush caused by the fever quickly faded, replaced by endless fear.
The room...did he just mean the room?!
Jie Ying scrambled into the room, pleading with Xu Wu not to see the things he had left on the bedside table.
However, he arrived too late. He had just entered the room when he saw Xu Wu standing quietly with her back to him, seemingly holding a photograph in her hand.
Jie Ying's gaze drifted to the headboard, where it was completely empty, meaning...
"Aren't you going to explain?" Xu Wu turned around, expressionlessly waving the photo in her hand. "Why is there a photo of me on your bed?"
What a terrifying expression.
Jie Ying opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat, and she didn't know how to squeeze them out.
Seeing his expression, Xu Wu's gaze returned to the photograph in her hand.
Actually, the photos are very beautiful. She doesn't even remember when the scene was taken. It's a side profile shot, and even the lighting is perfectly captured, showcasing her unique and ethereal beauty.
Not at all surprised.
The moment Xu Wu saw his photo on his bed, one of his few remaining malicious tendencies resurfaced.
"Did you do anything strange?" she asked.
Jieying looked up blankly.
"Did you masturbate with my photo?" Xu Wu asked without changing his expression.
"!"
"No, I...I..." Jieying was so anxious that she didn't know what to say.
Xu Wu ignored his bewilderment and walked straight toward him. The sound of her slippers rubbing against the floor was extremely grating to Jie Ying's ears, tugging at his heart and frightening him.
Xu Wu leaned closer, her gaze sweeping over his watery, reddened eyes and his thin lips, which were unconsciously pursed tightly, their blood-red hue resembling the description of Snow White in a fairy tale.
"Fog..." Jie Ying felt a chill run down his spine from the stare. The scene made him want to escape but he couldn't move, so he could only put his legs together and say, "Don't look at me..."
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because as soon as he did, Xu Wu subconsciously looked down at the screen—
I froze at first glance.
Then, Jie Ying's hoarse voice, tinged with a faint sob, reached his ears again: "...Please."
A note from the author:
Pointing fingers and explaining Xiaoying
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