After drinking a bowl of the ‘immediate death’ soup, Wang Xiaomie was unsurprisingly pinned down again that night and subjected to another blood sacrifice by Wen Fengjin.
But this time was even worse. Previously, when his life force was forcibly extracted, he could still scream in agony for a while, but now, considering the presence of Bai Yu downstairs, he naturally dared not utter a sound.
Wang Xiaomie lay on the bed, soaked in sweat as if just pulled out of the water.
Under the bed lay the expelled red liquid.
He was naked, his eyes lifeless as he stared at the ceiling. The cloth with teeth marks was placed aside, still carrying traces of blood.
That was from him exerting too much force, causing his gums to bleed.
His limp body was lifted from the bed like a puddle of mud by Wen Fengjin, his sweaty and sticky body, something others would have pushed away with disgust long ago. Yet this man buried himself deeply in the roots of Wang Xiaomie’s black hair, licking the sweat off his forehead.
Pain knocked him unconscious, only to be awakened by the next wave of sharper agony.
Wang Xiaomie felt like he was dying, but when he finally managed to endure it, falling into familiar arms, he felt an overwhelming sense of security.
Thinking about how just moments ago Wen Fengjin had been pressing down on his chest, indifferent to his pleas to stop the blood contract, Wang Xiaomie’s nose tingled.
Even though he knew it was for his own good, Wang Xiaomie softly cursed him in a hoarse voice.
“Scumbag!” he said.
Wen Fengjin paused, expressionless, before responding.
“I’m useless. Only a waste would let you suffer like this.”
Wang Xiaomie pursed his dry lips, trembling slightly, his eyes rimmed with red, misting over.
“Don’t say that about yourself!” My man is the best! You’re not a waste!
Wen Fengjin smiled, gently kissing away the tears with his soft lips. His tenderness caused Wang Xiaomie to squint his eyes.
The next moment, Wen Fengjin slit his own wrist and sucked in a mouthful of blood before lowering his head to feed Wang Xiaomie in his arms.
The effect of the blood sacrifice had not yet dissipated. Wang Xiaomie’s pupils were a dark red, and the blue veins or sinews on his pallid skin stood out starkly, like marks drawn with a pen.
He was fed a mouthful of blood.
Bitter, astringent, and a little sweet.
Hmm… Wen Fengjin’s brand of Nongfu Spring water, fantastic!
After being quietly held like this for two hours, even the super-healing ability of a zongzi couldn’t withstand the previous expenditure. Wang Xiaomie’s eyelids couldn’t help but droop, his mind growing heavy.
At this moment, Wen Fengjin suddenly said, “I won’t force all the poison out of your body. We don’t know what this poison is exactly. If it has other effects, Yi Yan might realize that you’re not poisoned.”
Wang Xiaomie nodded.
“I understand.”
Wen Fengjin lowered his eyes, something flickering in them. He leaned in, gently kissing and sucking on Wang Xiaomie’s lips, tainted with his own fresh blood.
“Mmm…”
Wang Xiaomie hummed softly, his last bit of strength finally draining away.
As their kiss ended, a small “chu~” sound came when they parted, making the flushed cheeks of the breathless person even hotter.
The man’s sturdy arms easily lifted him from the blankets and carried him downstairs.
Since his wrongdoing, Bai Yu had been unable to eat or sleep well, feeling as if his heart was being grilled over a small fire. He sat silently on the sofa in the darkness of the night, letting himself drift away.
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Even without turning on the lights, Bai Yu could see a few strands of black hair hanging down from Wen Fengjin’s arms, along with half of Wang Xiaomie’s face.
That face was too pale, so pale that Bai Yu thought Wen Fengjin was carrying a silent corpse.
“What’s wrong with Xiaomie?!” His pupils constricted, and he impulsively shouted.
The sudden sound made Wen Fengjin’s expression change abruptly as he turned around, a powerful aura slicing through the dimly lit living room like a giant sword!
“Who!” He hadn’t noticed anyone when he came downstairs!
At the critical moment, the person suddenly took two steps forward, revealing a tanned face.
The invisible blade of overwhelming force dissipated suddenly.
A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, tousled Bai Yu’s bangs. He touched his forehead, unaware that he had almost lost half of his head.
Huh? Where did the wind come from?
Forget it, it doesn’t matter.
He anxiously asked Wen Fengjin, “What happened to Xiaomie? Is he—”
Is he this weak because he’s been poisoned?
Bai Yu wanted to ask more, but the narrow black eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty and sinister light. Wen Fengjin’s face, both cold and ruthless, with its delicate yet menacing features, made Bai Yu stiffen in place with just a glance, afraid to ask any further questions.
Just when Bai Yu thought he was about to be killed, Wen Fengjin’s expression softened, and he casually said, “It’s nothing. I exerted too much force, and he’s tired.”
“Huh?”
Bai Yu’s expression blanked, then instantly flushed as he understood.
“I-I-I— cough cough!”
Wen Fengjin watched the embarrassed young man flounder for words, then turned to continue carrying the person towards the bathroom. However, as he reached the doorway, he suddenly turned back to Bai Yu and said:
“The face masks Xiaomie got you—”
“Eh?”
Bai Yu looked up, confused.
Wen Fengjin’s expression was somewhat inexplicable as he said, “Remember to use it often.” With that, he turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, leaving a puzzled Bai Yu behind. He didn’t understand what the big shot was talking about.
As the bathroom door closed, uncontrollable laughter suddenly came from the quiet space.
Wang Xiaomie laughed so hard that his whole body shook, winking at the man with a pale face.
“You were scared just now, weren’t you? Hahaha! Bai Yu, hahaha! He’s invisible in the dark, pfft! Hahaha!”
Wen Fengjin’s face turned frosty as he gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, saying, “I wasn’t!”
“Hahaha—” Wang Xiaomie laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. “You thought there was no one downstairs, then suddenly a ghost popped out! Pfft! Hahaha! You say you weren’t scared but you were all bristled up! I didn’t expect you to be scared one day! Hahaha! cough cough!”
“……..”
Boss Wen remained silent for a while, attempting to salvage his dignity.
“He’s too dark,” he said.
Wang Xiaomie: “Pfft—!”
“……”
For the first time, Wen Fengjin felt that hearing the laughter of his beloved made him so desperately want to punch someone!
… … …
And so, seven days passed.
The poison was consumed five times, and Bai Yu became increasingly silent.
Wang Xiaomie drank each bowl of poison without hesitation, displaying courage and determination, but at night, tears streamed down his face, and he cried out in pain beneath Wen Fengjin, howling like a ghost.
The poison he vomited gradually changed from red liquid to white, and upon closer inspection, it wasn’t liquid but rather transparent threads.
When Wang Xiaomie saw the stuff after vomiting, he fell silent for a moment and asked Wen Fengjin, “Did I just vomit silk? Will I soon turn into Spider-Man, become a good citizen of New York, and then have a passionate night with a beautiful, hot, kind-hearted girl?”
Wen Fengjin: “……”
The man’s face darkened, and that beautiful, hot, but cruel Boss Wen then ‘fed’ this moron, who fantasized about seducing beautiful women, a bit of something wet and salty at night.
He also gave him some calcium-enriched milk.
The black-haired youth, who almost lost half his life, swore never to flirt with girls again (not even say the words).
During the daytime, Wang Xiaomie, unsure if their plan would proceed smoothly, decided to make the most of their remaining leisure time and went everywhere.
They went to amusement parks, visited famous temples in the city, tried various trendy eateries, challenged themselves with rafting and bungee jumping, and then stood beneath enormous creatures at the aquarium as they passed overhead.
Countless pictures were taken.
There were warm smiles from Wang Xiaomie, Wen Fengjin looking perpetually unhappy, and Bai Yu’s expression gradually becoming more serene.
At first, Wang Xiaomie bought frames for the photos, but eventually, he couldn’t bear to part with any and ended up buying an album.
Leaning against Wen Fengjin’s chest, Wang Xiaomie giggled incessantly at the funny moments captured in the album. His complexion was bad, as if a black aura of sickness was swirling around him.
Wen Fengjin responded softly, holding him tighter in his arms, as if shielding him from all the evils of the world.
Bai Yu, who glimpsed at the contents of the album, lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly.
A photo of the three of them was encased in a frame adorned with blue seashells, placed on the bar counter of the villa’s first floor.
Time froze emotions in a thin sheet of paper, and for Bai Yu, the radiant smiles were the deepest mockery.
He left the villa and returned to Yi Yan’s shop.
Clutching the straps of his backpack tightly, he watched Yi Yan’s focused profile, bitterness spreading through his heart.
Is happiness still happiness if it’s obtained through hurting others?
I am a sinner.
I deserve to die.
Let me go to hell, as long as it can rid this man I love of guilt, I’m willing.
Bai Yu smiled bitterly and then threw himself into Yi Yan’s arms, making his final decision.
He still couldn’t give up on this man, on his first love.
… … …
September 17th.
Wang Xiaomie drank the last of the poison.
Moths fluttered towards the solitary beam of light from the street lamp. Bai Yu leaned against the lamppost, looking up and closing his eyes as he felt the sting.
He said to the person on the phone, “It’s the sixth time. He drank it.”
Then, regardless of what the person on the other end of the line said, he hung up the call, sliding down as if his legs had lost all strength, sitting by the lamppost.
Poverty and the misery of his childhood didn’t turn him into a vile villain.
But love, and that desire to tightly hold onto it, accomplished it…
First hesitation, then guilt, and finally resignation to fate’s inevitable course…
Humans are such contradictory beings.
Committing unforgivable deeds, yet still feeling sorry for oneself?
It’s despicable to the point of being laughable.
Bai Yu squinted his eyes and burst into laughter.
For himself, and for the twisted and distorted emotions.
He was ready to pay the price! There was nothing to hesitate about. He knew it, and he was waiting for it!
Yi Yan didn’t show any dissatisfaction as he listened to the beeping sound in his ear. His lips curved up as he handed the phone to Xiao An, who stood obediently beside him.
“Success,” he said, and his smile widened into a grin. Beaming, he then walked confidently to the basement, followed by Xiao An. He approached a wall and pressed a hidden button. The row of iron shelves slid open, revealing a small room resembling a storage closet.
Inside the room was a table with a simple jointed wooden puppet on top, bound layer by layer with white silk. Yi Yan looked at it, his slender eyes flashing with a dark light.
“You are mine now,” he said softly.
He gently picked up the puppet and caressed it, pressing his cheek against it with closed eyes.
“I am proud of you, my masterpiece.”
After speaking, he pressed his slender fingertips on the blade standing upright on the wooden table. The blade was still stained with dried blood, and his fingers slid across it without feeling any pain. Bright red drops fell as he did so, but Yi Yan paid no attention as he casually grabbed the threads on the puppet, just like removing the ribbons from an awaited gift.
As the white threads were pulled apart, the puppet’s hands opened, and the marionette dropped into the air, then bounced as the threads pulled taut.
Yi Yan lowered his head and chuckled softly at the puppet.
He commanded, “Good boy, tear the man beside you to shreds, and then…”
“…come to my side.”
“……”
Meanwhile, on the other side of the villa.
Wang Xiaomie slowly opened his eyes in the darkness…
The author has something to say:
First hesitation, then guilt, and finally resignation to fate’s inevitable course…
Humans are such contradictory beings.
This man, Bai Yu, transformed from white to the most realistic color of humanity.
Once something is done, it’s done. He’s well aware that by choosing love over friendship, he must bear the consequences of hurting others and giving up.
Wow I love this, thank you for the translation <333
It’ll be really disappointing if Xiaomie forgives Bai Yu. Imagine, if Xiaomie is not a zombie then he’ll die six times, much worse than a double dead pig, he’s like being stabbed then when he died he was chopped then minced, burned then grinded then burned again until only an ash is left that’ll soon be scattered in feeds being an ingredient to be fed to pigs.
And on top of that Bai Yu never even once tried to stop it.
Bai Yu is a cockroach. IMO, he’s the real villain in this story. All his bellyaching is just a way to lessen his guilt. He’s thought of nothing but himself and on how he’s enduring the torture of his “burden”. He’s convincing himself that he’s feeling guilty yet not once did he hesitate to give Wang XiaoMie the poison. Even that despicable Zhen Bei looks cute compared to him. I’m hoping Wen FengJin will torture Yi Yan in front of Bai Yu then let him live with his grief forever.