Feng Chi was slightly taken aback, as if burned by those words. He turned around with difficulty, and time seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
Until it returns to nothingness.
Feng Chi stumbled and fell into the boundless darkness once again.
What am I hoping for? Feng Chi thought, if it really is you, how could you possibly know my name?
You were clearly... already dead...
"You people have already ruined me!"
Looking at the people scattered on the ground, Feng Chi suddenly laughed, a bright yet tragic laugh, full of hysterical madness.
"It's me..."
I was too weak.
It's because I don't dare to see you openly and honestly; it's because I don't have the courage to love you in the sunlight.
I once naively thought that I, with my hands stained with blood, was not worthy.
But it is precisely because of this self-loathing and hatred that I can better protect you.
"If all of this is retribution for my previous cowardice and timidity..."
Feng Chi raised his eyes, slowly pulled the trigger, his eyes filled with bloodlust and cold ferocity. "Then I will fight my way through to heaven to see you."
"Don't be impulsive, Feng Chi the Feng Chi! Feng Chi --!!!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The bullet pierced flesh, leaving a trail of blood.
The familiar, urgent voice in my consciousness, accompanied by love and hatred, dissipated like cold, smoky smoke.
His world finally fell into a deathly silence.
The man threw down his gun and left without looking back, the red mole at the corner of his eye stained with blood, glistening with a chilling tearful light in the darkness.
Without you, the road may get dirty, but that's fine.
It's better not to leave.
" Feng Chi! Feng Chi! Feng Chi, wake up!"
A few urgent calls, choked with sobs, gradually warmed his cold blood.
Feng Chi opened his eyes, and the halo above his head shimmered with a hazy light.
He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes, only to find himself lying in a warm room with the lights on. The person he longed for was standing against the Against the Light, looking at him with teary eyes.
Upon seeing that he was awake, she pounced on him, all soft and delicate, and hugged him.
Warmth seeps through the skin and spreads to the heart.
" Feng Chi! Waaaaah, you're finally awake... You scared me to death, you know? I was about to call the director and the doctor..."
Feng Chi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cold, lifeless heart came alive again.
She raised her hand and gently rubbed the boy's fluffy head, her voice hoarse as she reassured him, "I'm fine."
I'm sorry I worried you.
Wen Jiu shook her head, quietly listening to the man's heartbeat, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
He didn't know when it happened, but this pounding heart that would stick to him every night had made him feel so safe and dependent on it.
His love had seeped into his very bones, but he remained oblivious.
"Do you know how scary you were just now?" Wen Jiu tried her best to cover herself with the warm, damp Feng Chi without any disgust.
"You had a nightmare..."
The man's body had been convulsing and he was sweating profusely for half an hour, feeling as if he had been pulled out of the water.
"He might have been traumatized during the day and frightened by me." Wen Jiu a mix of guilt and anxiety; he never wanted Feng Chi to be sad or worried again.
Wen Jiu moved up a little, curled up in his arms, buried her face in his neck, and rubbed against him like a cat, listening to his heartbeat and pulse.
It seems that only in this way can one gain a sense of security.
The boy was completely unaware of how irresistible his charming and clingy appearance was; he muttered to himself, and when he got really angry, he even turned around and cursed Feng Chi.
"You're so delicate!"
"Why are you so easily frightened, just like a little child?"
Feng Chi enjoyed the affectionate touch of the proud cat, lowered his eyes to kiss Wen Jiu's forehead, and pulled him into his arms.
"It's my fault." He didn't dare let Wen Jiu see the anger and stubbornness in his eyes, hiding his emotions very well. "I'm sorry."
Wen Jiu pouted, feeling sorry for her.
"It's not you..." It was clearly him who was disobedient.
Wen Jiu was awkwardly wondering how to start a conversation when a large hand suddenly covered the back of her neck and gently caressed it.
Wen Jiu:?
The man's movements were tender and alluring, like soothing an angry cat. Wen Jiu comfortably, his eyes narrowing. His biological clock had woken him at four o'clock, but after the fright he had just experienced, he was overcome with drowsiness again, and his eyelids drooped.
Unexpectedly, her palm tightened, and she was lifted up like a kitten being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, her head thrown back, and she rolled over into the sweat-soaked bedding.
The next moment--
A hot, wet kiss landed heavily on my lips.
"Hmm..."
Wen Jiu subconsciously raised her hand to push the man away, but was restrained and pressed down on the pillow. The man's dangerous aura pressed down on her, leaving her nowhere to escape.
That's fierce.
That's too fierce.
Wen Jiu tilted her delicate neck back, her fingertips trembling. Her body, extremely sensitive after receiving love, could not withstand such a surging and scalding kiss.
"Seal... Ugh!" All the oxygen was taken away, and her lips and tongue were almost sucked into her mouth. Wen Jiu's body went limp, and she trembled uncontrollably all over.
Why?
Even though he was in bed, he felt like he was drowning.
Tears that had dried from crying welled up in her eyes again. Wen Jiu opened her eyes, and the halo above her head gradually blurred.
In a daze, I seemed to see the clear, bright moon in the dark night sky.
What kind of dream did Feng Chi have? It was so unusual.
Is he dreaming now?
Feng Chi tightened his arms around her, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood, so that they could never be separated again.
Wen Jiu's body was trembling, and Feng Chi, who was holding him, was also shaking.
After the initial fear subsided, the smell of blood stimulated me to the point of trembling with excitement.
" Feng Chi, you dog!" Wen Jiu couldn't push him away, so she could only curse fiercely in a hoarse voice, "You even bit my lip until it bled!"
"How am I supposed to go out and face anyone like this?! I'm so frustrated!"
Feng Chi kissed Wen Jiu's eyebrows and eyes repeatedly, blinking and gazing at him quietly.
The man's wisps of hair on his forehead were damp with sweat, clinging to his pale skin, glistening with perspiration, giving him an appearance that was both innocent and alluring.
But there was a strikingly beautiful red mole on it, which now looked as if it had been washed with water, its color exceptionally bright.
She's practically a vixen who drains people's life force!
Glug.
Wen Jiu swallowed a mouthful of food without any backbone, thinking despairingly: It's over.
If Feng Chi's trap was a cage that imprisoned Wen Jiu, then his beauty was the key that locked it.
Even a diamond drill couldn't pry it open.
"Okay..."
Wen Jiu raised her hand, letting him weave his fingers into hers, and slowly lowered her body, closing her eyes as she said, "Considering you're having nightmares, Daddy will reluctantly... um..."
What's the first thing you do after carrying the kitten back to its nest?
Feng Doggy will show you through its actions:
Pounce on him.
Kiss him.
To possess him completely.
Until the cat's fur was completely wet from licking, and it was covered in the cat's scent from head to toe.
Until dawn.
Upon receiving the wake-up call, Shen Huaian stood before the door of the Lasting door, hesitated for a long time, and still couldn't bring himself to knock.
The director beside them gestured silently, too embarrassed to urge them on, and in the end, the group sheepishly turned around and went to knock on another door.
"They're gone." Feng Chi carried the person out of the bathroom, dried them off, and dressed them. "Hold out your hand."
Wen Jiu, her eyes drooping, obediently reached out her hand, "It's all your fault!"
With one sleeve tucked in, Feng Chi obediently replied, "Hmm, it's my fault... with the other hand."
Wen Jiu snorted coldly and extended her right hand.
After he finished dressing, Feng Chi was about to put on his pants, Wen Jiu snatched them away and put them on herself while sitting on the edge of the bed.
Feng Chi took off the ring from his ring finger and was busy stringing it into a necklace when Wen Jiu put on his shoes and walked to the mirror, giving himself a critical look.
After noticing the hickey on her collarbone, she angrily pulled out a band-aid and put it on.
It's all your fault!
"Yes, it's my fault."
The Art of Feng Doggy: Cats are not easy to calm down when they're all puffed up; you have to go along with them in everything and behave well.
Specifically, he responds to his wife no matter how many times she repeats herself.
No impatience allowed, and no perfunctory work allowed.
If a cat is well-behaved enough, a soft-hearted cat will come close to you on its own, its expression a mix of smugness and a hint of unconscious guilt.
The cat is a good person; he will reflect on whether he was too fierce and bullied the silly dog.
"Put it on for me."
This is usually a sign that he's calmed down. Feng Chi came over and helped him put on the silver chain, slipping the ring inside his clothes and hiding it.
The slightly cool touch made her skin tremble slightly. Wen Jiu patted her chest to make sure her appearance was okay, then fiercely reached out to take Feng Chi's hand.
"If you act up again, I won't let you off! Get out!"
Feng Chi smiled slightly and nodded, "Mm."