329. Plot
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Wen Yang felt like he was on fire.
He tugged at his collar, wiped the thin layer of sweat off his forehead, and noticed his breathing had become heavy and rapid without him even realizing it.
Ning Chu seemed startled, darting to the side, eyes wide with suspicion.
“Let’s get home for a cold shower; it’s boiling in here.”
Wen Yang fanned himself with his hand and turned to Ning Chu. “Why are you acting all jumpy?”
“Call a cab,” she replied.
“It’s just a few steps away.”
Ning Chu glanced down at her app and noticed the nearest ride wouldn’t arrive for another ten minutes, which was just enough time to walk home.
With a sigh, she canceled the order, bit her lip, and scrutinized Wen Yang’s flushed cheeks, her gaze slipping furtively down to his—uh—lower half.
Even though Wen Yang was wearing a baggy coat, the hem was still slightly raised.
“Let’s hurry back,” Ning Chu said, looking down and quickening her pace toward the urban village. “I need to go home after dropping you off; my mom won’t let me stay out overnight.”
Wen Yang picked up his pace to keep up with her, mumbling in confusion, “Why is it so hot…?”
“Maybe you drank too much?”
“I only had a few drinks; my tolerance isn’t that bad.”
“I told you to stop drinking.”
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Wen Yang suddenly realized that every time he got closer to Ning Chu, she would pick up speed, and now she was practically jogging.
“Rushing home, huh?”
Ning Chu’s expression was serious as she kept a watchful eye on him, but she also scanned the surroundings, fearful that some random girl might pop out and try to thwart their plans.
Tonight, Wen Yang was off-limits to anyone but his cup! No one could steal him away from that!
“Ning Chu, I think something’s off with me.”
Out of nowhere, he grabbed her wrist, and she whirled around, startled to see him breathing heavily, with flushed eyes that looked like he could devour her whole.
Just that glance sent a shiver racing through her, making her heart skip a beat.
Then she looked down at the “honest man” toting a g*n—yeah, her face got even paler.
Holy cow! He’s even scarier than usual!
“You—you should go to the restroom and splash some water on your face!” Ning Chu frantically pointed to the public toilet not far away.
It was a cramped blue shed that looked like two fully enclosed stalls haphazardly thrown together.
Wen Yang swallowed hard and forced himself to look away from her gorgeous face.
Still possessing some semblance of rational thought, he said, “Okay, just wait for me.”
As Wen Yang disappeared into the restroom, Ning Chu let out a slight sigh of relief, pacing around outside before buying a bottle of cold water from a nearby convenience store.
A terrifying thought crept into her mind… what if before they even got back to the rental, Wen Yang couldn’t help but… you know… devour her whole?
There are no wild adventures in this plot!
“Ning Chu.” Wen Yang’s hoarse voice echoed from within.
“What’s up?”
She sprinted over and saw the restroom door ajar, extending the cold water. “I just bought this; splash your face and cool off.”
But before she knew it, her wrist was caught, and in a blink, she was yanked into the bathroom.
No way!
Her brain went blank.
By the time she realized what happened, Wen Yang had her in his arms, his heavy breaths like a wild animal echoing in her ears.
“It’s so hard; help me.”
Ning Chu stood frozen, eyes wide with panic, glancing pointedly at the bathroom door. She could vaguely hear car horns in the distance.
“Not here… we’ll get caught.”
“Just this once.”
Her face turned crimson, and she turned away, her body trembling slightly with tension.
Stand up, touch yourself, one burst—white…
Being skilled really has its perks, huh~
Or maybe it was the effects of something he drank, but Wen Yang was noticeably less capable than usual.
Ning Chu, with her flushed face, leaned down to wash her hands.
“Phew~” Wen Yang exhaled, yet felt immense regret. “What the heck is wrong with me?”
He’d never been this impulsive while alone with the succubus before.
“Should we do it again?”
Ning Chu’s shoulder jolted, and she bolted from the restroom like she was escaping an imminent disaster.
Do it again?! Who knows what even crazier stuff would happen next!
She instinctively looked around, relieved that there hadn’t been any pedestrians passing by; otherwise, Wen Yang’s heavy breathing would certainly have drawn attention.
After waiting a moment outside, Wen Yang awkwardly stepped out of the restroom, frowning as if about to explode, trying to keep his sanity intact, but that fire in his belly felt like it had just been stoked by a gas canister ready to blow.
“Ning Chu?”
“Maybe I was drugged again during the dinner,” she said, pretending to guess. “I told you, all the outside girls are bad news.”
“Like Wei Ge’s type?”
Wen Yang, sweating uncomfortably, took off his coat and tied it around his waist to cover his… situation.
“Just hold on; once we get back, you can do whatever you want.”
“……”
He stared blankly at Ning Chu, his mind overflowing with all sorts of yellow trash related to little succubi.
Once you can do whatever…
Ning Chu’s already red face felt like it could bleed; she lowered her voice, correction simmering with embarrassment: “What are you thinking?! I meant the toy I bought you this afternoon! That cup!”
“Oh.” Wen Yang’s disappointment was palpable as he diverted his gaze. “So uncomfortable…”
“Just hold on; didn’t I help you once already?”
“How about you stay over tonight? I promise I won’t touch a single hair on your body.”
“No way!”
Who would believe that—whoever does is a fool!
Wen Yang’s eyes were bloodshot, and even from a few meters away, Ning Chu could hear his raspy breaths. His gaze was as hungry as a wolf, and his intense stare felt tangible, landing on her chest and—well—lower.
Seeing that his already disheveled rationality was slipping further, Ning Chu felt her anxiety spike.
Fortunately, the rental was right in front of them.
Once they reached the building, she let out a long sigh of relief and turned to Wen Yang. “I won’t go up with you.”
But then he gripped her arm, dragging her up the stairs.
“Hey! No! I have to go home! My mom won’t let me stay out!”
“Wen Yang! Wen Yang!”
Ning Chu panicked, trying to escape, but his iron grip held her arm tight as he bulldozed them closer to the rental, more brutal than ever.
If they get inside, tomorrow she’ll wake up with a face like a black-clad character, melty cream buns, and a watermelon belly…
After spending so much time together, she had an inkling of what the ending would be.
But to go from zero to a hundred on the first time? Who could handle that?!
“Wen Yang! I’m really mad!”
“I’m seriously going to be mad!”
She sank her teeth into the back of his hand.
In pain, Wen Yang turned back, and the panic and fear in his girlfriend’s eyes pierced right through him.
An overwhelming wave of guilt crashed over him, and his brain suddenly cleared up a bit.
He hastily released Ning Chu’s wrist.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
Ning Chu stepped back, rubbing her sore wrist, and worked to calm herself. “Just go home, okay? Do you have an early shift tomorrow? I’ll come find you in the morning.”
“Sorry…”
Why did I write such a ridiculous plot back then?!
Hearing his endless apologies, Ning Chu felt like giving herself a slap.
Killing enemies is also killing oneself!
