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"Do you want me to watch over you?" Deng Yi asked as he led her into the bedroom.
"Huh?" The bloody and terrifying scene before Zhou Ji'an's eyes was replaced by another indescribable scene. "Of course not."
Zhou Ji'an loudly refused, but when he saw the bathroom in his bedroom, he immediately deflated.
Although the bathroom isn't particularly large, it's still much bigger than the bathrooms in a typical small apartment, so much so that at a glance, it's all just empty air.
"Your maternal grandparents, your parents, and you, you shouldn't have had any deep-seated hatred, right?" Zhou Ji'an asked uneasily.
"There must have been some enmity, but it shouldn't have reached the point of blood feud," Deng Yi replied leisurely.
Zhou Ji'an, still uneasy, asked again, "Did any accidents happen when this house was built? And after we moved in, has anything bad happened?"
"What scary posts have you been reading lately?" Deng Yi led her to the bathroom.
"It wasn't exactly a recent sighting; I saw it a few days after moving into your house." Zhou Ji'an thought that if he spoke up, the more people knew, the less fear he would feel.
Deng Yi took her hand and rinsed it under the tap. "What's in it?"
"Someone selling luxury homes posted a video and pictures of one, and many knowledgeable people in the comments section immediately noticed that the feng shui of the house was terrible, and that it was a haunted house. They even pointed out the meanings of various decorations in the pictures, making it more and more creepy." Zhou Ji'an stopped talking as Deng Yi rubbed her hands. Her attention was drawn to the rings on the ring fingers of both of their left hands.
"Weren't you scared all by yourself over there?" Deng Yi pulled out a tissue and wrapped it around her hand, wiping away the moisture. "Didn't you think of calling me?"
Zhou Ji'an looked up, his gaze shifting from the two people's hands to Deng Yi's face. "Scared, but not here. Maybe it's because there are more people over there, and the yang energy is stronger."
Deng Yi separated her hands, pulled them to his waist, and half-forced her to hug him, asking, "Do you still want to go back over there?"
He had already informed her to put the house up for sale, so what was the point of asking this question?
"It should be fine once you get used to it," Zhou Ji'an said against his will. "Can I use the swimming pool every day?"
Life would be much easier if you only focused on things that benefited you.
"Yes." Deng Yi pulled her closer to him, "but on one condition."
"What are the conditions?" Zhou Ji'an asked.
Deng Yi's brow twitched almost imperceptibly. "You can't go back there."
Despite having many doubts, Zhou Ji'an suppressed his curiosity and said, "But many of my things are still there."
"I'll move everything over for you tomorrow." Deng Yi felt that he had only been close to her for less than a day, and was about to face the crisis of being far away from her again.
Thinking this, she lost control of her strength, and by the time she came to her senses, she was already being held tightly in his arms.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Ji'an felt like he was squeezing all the air out of his lungs. When he finally managed to ask the question, he suddenly lowered his head and buried his face in her neck.
For a moment, all Zhou Ji'an could hear were the two men's panting and Deng Yi calling "Ji'an" again and again.
What exactly happened?
Zhou Ji'an was in a state of great confusion. Deng Yi was gradually becoming a mystery. She wanted to unravel it, but she dared not, fearing that she could not unravel it at all.
The phone in my pocket buzzed and vibrated.
Zhou Ji'an shuddered in fright, and with difficulty, supporting Deng Yi's weight, said, "I need to take this call."
Deng Yi firmly pressed down on her hand as she took out her phone, and pleaded in a deep voice, "Don't answer it."
The company I joined has a great management atmosphere, so they won't call me at this time.
Therefore, the call was most likely made by a friend or parent. If it were urgent, they would probably call several times.
The buzzing sound stopped after a short while, and the bathroom returned to silence.
“I don’t have much stuff, but it will still take some time for me to move it all by myself,” Zhou Ji’an said, returning to the topic of moving. “Shall I go back with you to help you move?”
"I'll move it all by myself," Deng Yi said stubbornly, abruptly and quickly ending the topic. "Do you want to take a shower and rest?"
This problem is much scarier than the phone's vibration sound.
Zhou Ji'an replied stiffly, "I'll wash it myself."
After Zhou Ji'an finished speaking, she felt like dying. What did she mean by "wash it yourself"? Deng Yi hadn't said he would wash it for her.
After saying that, he probably thought she expected him to help her wash.
Having successfully changed the subject, Deng Yi had the energy to tease her, rubbing her red and burning ears with his palm, "Let's wash together, which will not only save time and effort, but also leave you with no time or energy to be afraid."
The person in my arms trembled in waves, their ears and neck turning bright red.
Deng Yi pulled open her sweater collar, hesitated for a long time, but finally bit her.
Pain, itching, tingling, numbness—all these sensations were initially concentrated on the small piece of flesh that Deng Yi had bitten. But when Deng Yi's hands, lips, and tongue pulled Zhou Ji'an toward the abyss from different places with different forces, she groaned in discomfort.
"Didn't you want to see my abs?" Deng Yi let go of her, grabbed her hand, and kissed her fingertips one by one.
Zhou Ji'an didn't dare to reply.
What might happen next was beyond her capacity to cope.
She should have known better than to watch so many movies with Lu Jianni and the others. If she hadn't seen them, her brain wouldn't have automatically played the relevant scenes every time Deng Yi said a sentence.
She used to have little interest in those images and would occasionally feel disgusted, but now that the people in the images have automatically changed to Deng Yi and her, her body's reaction has become very strange.
Zhou Ji'an said breathlessly, "I need to go to the toilet."
That's even worse than saying "I'll wash it myself" just now.
Zhou Ji'an moved his stiff legs and quickly changed his tune: "I'm not actually scared, I was just pretending."
Why pretend?
When he asked that question, Zhou Ji'an was so ashamed that his mind almost went blank, but luckily there was a ready-made answer.
"Because I want to go back to live there."
Deng Yi reached his hand into the area where her body temperature was more noticeable and slowly nodded, saying, "So, you're admitting it now, which means you don't plan to go back there?"
"Don't...do this to me." Zhou Ji'an couldn't take it anymore and kept shrinking into him, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
Deng Yi didn't stop. He held her neck with one hand, forcing her to look at him, while his other hand swept over her most vulnerable spot like a beast. "You like it very much."
"You..." Zhou Ji'an was both surprised and embarrassed. She didn't know if she liked it or not. She was just not so resistant to it, and occasionally wanted more, but she wasn't quite sure what she wanted more of.
"I like it too." Deng Yi pushed aside the obstruction and looked down, only to have his view blocked by her head suddenly burying itself in his.
Zhou Ji'an quickly pulled up his clothes, feeling uncomfortable all over.
The desires aroused in her by Deng Yi were not satisfied; the desires hidden deep in her heart could not be satisfied by Deng Yi's frivolous and instinctive behavior.
If her physical attraction stemmed from her liking for Deng Yi, then Deng Yi's physical attraction could only be because he had her readily available.
Zhou Ji'an put his hands behind his back and tried to button up his clothes, but Deng Yi easily stopped him.
Deng Yi handcuffed her wrists with one hand and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Let me see."
His words and actions were very different from his usual self; he was neither mature nor steady, and he was not as polite and proper as when they were dating.
He looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid now.
"You've seen it before." Zhou Ji'an pressed his forehead firmly against his chest, wary of him pulling away.
"I haven't seen it." Deng Yi easily pulled her away. Although there was a little distance between her head and him, the rest of her body was still pressed against him.
Zhou Ji'an kept his gaze fixed, not daring to look up at Deng Yi, nor down at himself.
"How could you not have seen it? Wei Jinglin said you've seen countless people."
Deng Yi smirked: "He really enjoys framing people, slandering and defaming them, you know that."
Ah, yes, Wei Jinglin is indeed that kind of person.
Zhou Ji'an wavered, but before she could decide whether to agree, Deng Yi had already taken her hand while she hesitated.
Their skin was quite fair, and it looked even more radiant under the light.
His gaze, will, and spirit began to scatter.
Zhou Ji'an thought of a dream she had not long after breaking up with Deng Yi, a dream that left her feeling empty and desperate upon waking.
If they are destined to separate again this time and become strangers, letting Deng Yi follow his instincts will be a good thing for her.
In moments when hormones overcame reason, Zhou Ji'an even considered contacting Deng Yi through Wei Jinglin and sleeping with him, hoping to get pregnant on the first try so she could have a child.
She didn't necessarily want to have a child with Deng Yi; she just felt that Deng Yi's genes were very good and suitable for reproduction.
Of course, most of the time reason prevails, and just thinking about the damage to her fertility is enough to dispel such thoughts.
On second thought, if she had seen the news of Deng Yi getting married and having children while she was going through the hardships of pregnancy and raising her child, she would have been heartbroken.
For this reason, she hasn't considered having children in the past two years.
"I'm just taking a look today, I won't do anything else." Deng Yi sensed her body's reactions and changes, reassuring her.
Zhou Ji'an unconsciously straightened his chest and raised his head, enduring wave after wave of unfamiliar and strange sensations. With moist eyes, he glared at him angrily, "Then what... what are you doing with your hands?"
Her waist bent into the shape of a crescent moon.
"It's just helping me see better," Deng Yi said before bending down to use his mouth instead of his hand.
The crescent moon turned into a waning crescent.
Zhou Ji'an's wrists were released, and he wrapped his arms around Deng Yi's head.
So this is what real touch feels like, completely different from the feeling in my dream.
In the dream, Deng Yi's face was blurry, his body was weightless, and his skin was cold.
In their dreams, the things they do never reach their conclusion, just like their relationship. Even though there's an ending, no one is willing to accept it.
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