My body feels light, too light. Wang Xiaomie still had some rationality and clarity in his mind, but the information transmitted by his brain was very vague and slow.
It’s like watching a video with skipped frames.
One second, Wang Xiaomie felt like he was in bed, the next second, he saw the bed in disarray, the bedside table and the teacup on it scattered all over the floor. He was on top of Wen Fengjin, both rolling on the floor. His hands were tightly gripping Wen Fengjin’s neck, the well-trimmed round nails deeply embedded in his neck.
He exerted so much force that his own palms left imprints on Wen Fengjin’s slender neck.
Wen Fengjin didn’t struggle hard. He knew very well that Wang Xiaomie was out of control and had great strength. If he tried to forcefully pull Wang Xiaomie away, Wang Xiaomie’s arms would surely break.
The sound of the neck being squeezed emitted a creepy cracking and healing sound, which was extremely eerie.
Nevertheless, Wen Fengjin’s face was pale, unable to speak, yet still not resisting.
When Wang Xiaomie woke up and saw this scene, his unclear mind almost short-circuited again.
What the fuck!
“I— can’t control myself!”
He gritted his teeth and managed to squeeze out these words, then desperately tried to move his body, his fingers twitched as if involuntarily moving away from Wen Fengjin’s neck and then pressing down again.
In the depths of his consciousness, someone was struggling with him for control of this body.
“I don’t want— to kill my husband—!!!”
Wang Xiaomie let out a roar and suddenly regained control of his body, but due to struggling too hard, he tumbled backward onto the floor and hit his head.
Even though the floor was carpeted, there was still a loud “thump!”
Wang Xiaomie felt a big lump forming on the back of his head almost instantly!
He wanted to reach up and rub his head, but then he found his body unresponsive again, moving in a disjointed manner as if controlled by puppet strings, attempting to stand up in a clumsy posture.
Wang Xiaomie: Oh my god, not again!?
“Xiao Wenzi!” Wang Xiaomie yelled at the top of his lungs, “Quick, quick, quick! I’m getting up, I’m getting up!”
Wen Fengjin swiftly got up after he fell, his neck tilting left and right, making a crackling sound of bones rubbing against each other. Seeing Wang Xiaomie’s body about to rise again, without a second thought, he pounced like a fierce tiger!
A long leg swept across! Wang Xiaomie, with his twisted and zombie-like appearance, was instantly kicked off his legs. His whole body fell backward onto the ground with a thud, and he hit his head again.
A sharp pain shot through the back of his head, and Wang Xiaomie felt another smaller lump forming on top of the big one.
Sss!… Am I a double-scoop ice cream, damn it!
But it wasn’t over yet. The next moment, Wen Fengjin pressed his entire body onto him, one arm firmly pressing against his neck, the other hand grabbing both of Wang Xiaomie’s wildly flailing hands and pinning them at the delicate wrists, while his legs spread apart, pressing against Wang Xiaomie’s legs on both sides.
The elongated and eerie pupils met the panicked eyes.
In the basement, Yi Yan saw the puppet suspended by threads trembling slightly and no longer moving. He snorted, then flicked his finger, which was connected to the other end of the thread with a chuckle.
… … …
The person underneath went wild, and due to their position, Wang Xiaomie’s thighs, separated by thin fabric, lightly brushed against a certain part of Wen Fengjin’s body, emitting a soft and warm sensation.
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Wen Fengjin’s face darkened. “Don’t move!”
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Wen Fengjin remained silent, still restraining him.
After a while, Boss Wen suddenly grunted. Then, Wang Xiaomie felt a certain “big brother” energetically standing up with a dumbfounded expression.
“…………”
Dage, as the male lead, aren’t you supposed to have extraordinary endurance?!
Perhaps Wang Xiaomie’s expression was too surprised, as a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on Wen Fengjin’s sinister yet handsome face.
He said, “This should be the effect of the stuff Yi Yan asked Bai Yu to give you. It’s probably a controlling drug. Since he initiated it today, drinking it six times should be the end of it.”
Wang Xiaomie fell silent for a moment, then looked up and asked, “Are you… trying to change the subject?”
Wen Fengjin: “……”
He glanced at Wang Xiaomie lightly, making him shiver under that gaze. “……Seeing through it but not revealing it. My bad, please continue.”
“……”
Wen Fengjin pursed his lips and said, “This drug is not simple. Even after so much was forced out through blood sacrifice, it still has such an effect. So, from the start, he must’ve wanted to erase your consciousness and completely turn you into a puppet. Besides being controlled, do you sense anything else?”
“No,” replied Wang Xiaomie.
Even though his body was twisted like a pretzel, his mind had no perception of movement. This feeling was both bizarre and somewhat amusing.
Wang Xiaomie shook his head. “I still know who I am, and my memories are not confused.”
“That’s good.”
He continued, “Yi Yan probably thought I wouldn’t harm you, so he wanted you to inflict temporarily unhealable wounds on me and then take you away.”
“That’s similar to what you initially thought,” Wang Xiaomie frowned. “So what do we do now? If the drug controls the body, then even if we deceive him, it won’t be of any use, right?”
Wen Fengjin gave him a look.
Wang Xiaomie felt uneasy under those abyss-like black eyes. “Wh-Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Bear it.”
“What?”
Suddenly, Wen Fengjin smiled at him. Wang Xiaomie was bewildered, but the next moment, a strong and familiar pain invaded his brain!
“Fucking—hell——!!!”
God damn, that blood sacrifice!!! Ow, ow, ow—
Under the curved round moon, a scream echoed throughout the entire villa area. Those who lived nearby were awakened from their dreams, pondered for a moment, then dazedly pulled up their blankets and went back to sleep. Everyone in this villa area had their own secrets, and they knew not to interfere with what they shouldn’t.
In the moonlight, a figure leaped from the second floor of the villa like a werewolf, then jumped several times and left the villa.
After being controlled, the body’s potential was fully unleashed. The body, originally immortal and possessing endless strength, seemed to be forcibly unlocked like turning a key.
He could truly perform feats like flying over rooftops. His feet landed on lamp posts as he continued to leap. Wang Xiaomie, a silent sufferer of acrophobia, glanced down at the empty space beneath his feet as he waltzed through the air.
I've left the airlock and feel good.
I have now successfully taken off and flying into space.
Over.
A black crow flew by, flapping its wings and landing on his shoulder with a whoosh. Wang Xiaomie startled, but upon closer inspection, he found that the crow’s eyes were red, gleaming with an inorganic glow like glass beads.
This crow was probably another puppet.
He remained silent as the crow followed him. Unsurprisingly, they eventually arrived at Yi Yan’s shop. He stood at the doorway, and the crow cawed three times. The door was instantly pushed open, and Yi Yan, dressed in his usual cyan mandarin jacket, mature and gentle, opened his arms with a smile to embrace him.
“Welcome back, my masterpiece,” he said, his face beaming, with Bai Yu, expressionless, standing behind him.
Then, he took Wang Xiaomie’s hand and led him inside. Wang Xiaomie pretended to be controlled, with a vacant look, obediently walking in.
The door was secured firmly behind them.
The living room was filled with large boxes, indicating that Yi Yan was ready to whisk him away and relocate immediately.
As they walked into the illuminated hall, the older man, with a somewhat absent-minded gaze, gently rubbed Wang Xiaomie’s cheeks with his hands. Wang Xiaomie stared at him with dull eyes.
“So beautiful,” Yi Yan sighed softly, his expression seemingly engulfed in some emotion.
“You are the most beautiful creation of my lifetime…” He continued to stroke, even placing his thumb on Wang Xiaomie’s lips, rubbing back and forth, smearing them with the blood that Wen Fengjin had fed him after being activated by the blood sacrifice.
“He didn’t chase after you. It seems you succeeded in injuring him,” he concluded.
The man with a unique temperament and a face with enduring charm leaned in close, coming face to face with Wang Xiaomie, with only a finger’s distance between them. Yi Yan smiled, tilting his head down to wipe away the blood traces from his lips.
“So obedient,” he said.
“…………”
Crap! What a rogue!
Wang Xiaomie, pretending to be a fool, felt goosebumps all over his body. Just as he was about to bite that opportunistic paw, Bai Yu spoke up.
“Teacher,” he said.
The call, containing a warning, made Yi Yan pause. Then he curled his lips slightly and released Wang Xiaomie. Wang Xiaomie breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Yi Yan turn to whisper something to Bai Yu. Meanwhile, the quiet girl Xiao An, looking lovely in a lilac tank top, a white lace blouse, and a short skirt, swung her legs back and forth as she sat on a suitcase.
Their low conversation quickly ended.
Bai Yu’s expression was very grim, as was Yi Yan’s. After a few minutes of silent exchange, Yi Yan changed the subject, saying, “We need to leave quickly to avoid a direct confrontation with Wen Fengjin.”
“I’ll leave a letter in the hall to lure Wen Fengjin into our trap. Bai Yu… we’ll talk about those matters later. You and Xiao An put the things in the car. I’ll bring Xiaomie over later, okay?”
Yi Yan spoke soothingly, raising his hand to pat Bai Yu’s head. Bai Yu glanced at the vacant-looking Wang Xiaomie and walked silently over to Xiao An, saying, “Let’s go.”
“Mn,” Xiao An jumped down and effortlessly lifted two large boxes by herself. Bai Yu picked up the remaining luggage and walked over to Wang Xiaomie. With his other hand empty, he held Wang Xiaomie’s hand and guided him outside.
As Wang Xiaomie turned his head, he saw Yi Yan placing a letter on the coffee table, then chuckled softly before joining them.
The shop was left unlocked, perhaps for the convenience of Wen Fengjin if he were to chase after them.
The luggage was thrown into the trunk, Xiao An cleverly sat in the front passenger seat, and Bai Yu led Wang Xiaomie to the back seat before sitting next to him.
Seeing the lifeless eyes of the person who had once cared for him so much, Bai Yu suddenly startled Wang Xiaomie by speaking.
“I don’t regret it,” he said. “Xiaomie, I’m sorry. I’m not a good person anymore. I may have made the biggest mistake of my life, betraying you… You and Boss Wen treated me so well…”
“But I don’t regret it…”
“People are selfish and change… If one day I die at Boss Wen’s hands, I’ll consider it a release.”
After finishing speaking, Bai Yu adjusted Wang Xiaomie’s disheveled clothes.
Wang Xiaomie felt a bit nervous. When he left, Wen Fengjin had strapped the dagger “Kaiming” to the inner side of his thigh, concealed under his loose casual attire. Fortunately, after Bai Yu tidied up a bit, he noticed that Wang Xiaomie wasn’t wearing shoes, so he furrowed his brow and placed a towel under his feet.
It was bedtime, so wearing clothes was already good enough; his slippers had fallen off somewhere when he was ‘flying.’
With a ‘click,’ the car door opened and then closed.
The car swayed slightly, and after Yi Yan got in, Bai Yu stopped talking.
The spacious Land Rover started, and they swiftly left the small city, heading rapidly in a certain direction.
Not long after, a silver-haired man in black, who hadn’t sustained any injuries, stood in the empty shop and opened the thick envelope, smiling.
His gloomy brows were hidden in shadows. Even though he didn’t speak or move, he emitted a horrifying twisted and sinister aura. It was like being trapped in a dim alley with a serial killer who dismembers victims.
“Yi Yan.”
With his head bent down, Wen Fengjin began to laugh softly and then more loudly.
“Wait for me—”
He raised his head, and a bloodthirsty, chilling light flashed in his jet-black pupils.
“If you wish for death, I will surely grant it to you!”
Author’s notes: [Mini Theater]
Wang Xiaomie looked down at the height beneath him, remained silent for a moment, and said:
I’ve left the airlock and feel good.
I have now successfully taken off and flying into space.
Over.
Boss Wen: Speak human.
Wang Xiaomie: Ying!
(Wang Xiaomie is terrified of heights.)
