Chapter 73 Love’s real name is ruin
Wang Xiaomie was restrained by Wen Fengjin for the blood sacrifice even before dark after consuming a bowl of the 'immediate death' soup.
This time, however, it was even more tragic. Previously, he was deprived of his vitality and could scream his lungs out. But now he was worried because Bai Yu was downstairs, and he naturally didn't dare to scream.
Wang Xiaomie, who was sweating profusely as if he had just been fished out of water, was lying on the bed.
The red liquid he'd vomited was under the bed.
He stared at the roof, his eyes vacant, without an inch of thread, and the cloth towel with tooth marks and traces of blood on it was set aside.
He'd bitten so hard that his gums had burst out.
Wen Fengjin lifted him up from the bed with one arm, as if he were a puddle of mud. Others would have pushed him away in disgust since he was coated in sticky perspiration, but this man was buried deep in the roots of his black hair, licking his temples.
Wang Xiaomie was in a stupor from the agony when he was jolted awake by the next wave of much more intense pain.
He thought he was going to die, but when he finally got through the torment, he sank into the familiar hug and felt immensely secure.
Wang Xiaomie's nose turned sour as he remembered Wen Fengjin riding on his lower abdomen just now, pressing his chest expressionlessly and refusing to break the blood contract.
He scolded Wen Fengjin in a raspy whisper, even though he knew it was for his own good.
"Scumbag!" he cried.
Wen Fengjin paused for a second before responding with a blank expression.
"I am a loser, that's why I let you suffer like this."
Wang Xiaomie's dry lips pursed and trembled, and his red eyes welled up.
"Don't talk about yourself like that!" My man is the best! As if he’d be a loser!
Wen Fengjin laughed and gently kissed away the tears gathered in Xiaomie's eyes with his soft lips, his gentleness making Wang Xiaomie squint.
Wen Fengjin then slashed his wrist, sucked a mouthful of his own blood, and dropped his head to feed it to Wang Xiaomie in his arms.
The aftereffects of the blood sacrifice had not yet worn off. Wang Xiaomie's pupils were dark red, and the blue arteries or veins on his deathly pale skin stood out like brush strokes.
He was fed a mouthful of blood.
Bitter, astringent, and somewhat sweet.
Hmm... Brand Wen Fengjin’s Nongfu Spring[1], awesome!
Even a zongzi's body with exceptional healing ability couldn't take the prior consumption. After being hugged quietly for two hours, Wang Xiaomie's eyelids were drooping and his thoughts were foggy.
At this point, Wen Fengjin abruptly stated: "I won't expel all of the poison from your body. We have no idea what this poison is. Yi Yan may realize that you are not poisoned if it serves another purpose."
Wang Xiaomie gave a nod.
"I know."
Something flashed in Wen Fengjin's eyes as he lowered his gaze. He finally leaned down and sucked the lips stained with his own blood, softly biting and kissing.
"Hmm..."
Wang Xiaomie hummed twice, his last ounce of strength depleted.
When they parted, there was a small 'mwah' sound, which made the gasping person's cheeks hotter.
Before standing up and walking downstairs, the man's strong arms easily hugged him from the quilt.
Bai Yu had been having difficulties eating and sleeping ever since he did that thing. Bai Yu, who felt as if his heart was being cooked on an open flame, sat motionless on the sofa in the dark night to clear his head.
Steps from upstairs were heard at this time. He jumped up and stared at the steps, startled.
In the dark, the silver-haired man in loose pajamas resembled the Moon Laurel Prince. He walked downstairs, hugging the man in his arms who was likewise dressed in pajamas.
Even with the lights turned out in the living room, Bai Yu could see a few strands of black hair hanging from Wen Fengji's arms, as well as a little portion 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 yelled impulsively.
The sudden sound made Wen Fengjin's expression shift in an instant and a powerful sword-like aura pierced into the dim living room!
"Who’s there!"
He didn't see anyone when he went downstairs!
That man took two steps aside at the critical moment, exposing a dark face.
The powerful invisible blade vanished in an instant.
A squall from nowhere ruffled Bai Yu's hair on his forehead. He stroked his brow, not realizing that half of his head had been nearly severed.
Huh? Where did the wind come from?
Forget it; it doesn’t matter.
He worriedly inquired of Wen Fengjin, "What's the matter with Xiaomie? Is he—" Is it because he's been poisoned that he's gotten so frail?
What else did Bai Yu wish to snoop about? The feminine and handsome face was icy and ruthless, and those long and narrow black eyes blazed with a bloodthirsty and vicious glint. Bai Yu stiffened in place with a single glance and dared not ask any further questions.
Wen Fengjin's expression eased just as Bai Yu thought he was about to be slain, and he replied casually, "It's nothing. He's exhausted because I worked too hard."
"Huh?"
Bai Yu's face was blank at first, then he went bright red as if he realized something.
"I, I, I—— cough, cough, cough!"
Wen Fengjin looked at the young man, whose actions were messy due to embarrassment, and turned to continue carrying the person in his arms to the bathroom, but as he reached the door, he abruptly turned his head and remarked to Bai Yu,
"The masks Xiaomie gave you—"
"Yeah?"
Bai Yu naively looked up.
Wen Fengjin's look was rather indescribable. "You remember to use it frequently," he continued. After speaking, he turned his head and walked into the bathroom, locking the door by himself, leaving a perplexed Bai Yu behind. He had no idea what Boss was talking about.
When the door to the bathroom was shut, the calm space was filled with uncontrollable laughter.
Wang Xiaomie's entire body trembled with mirth as he winked at the man with the ashen face.
"You were scared just now, weren’t you; hahaha, Bai Yu, hahaha, he’s dark and you couldn’t see him at night, pfft! Hahaha!"
Wen Fengjin's face was covered in ice slag (t/n: Night King, heh). "I wasn't!" he said, lowering his voice and gritting his teeth.
"Hahaha—" Wang Xiaomie's stomach ached from laughing. "When we came downstairs, you thought there was no one there, but suddenly a ghost appeared, pfft! Hahaha! You say you weren’t scared but you still exploded like a furball! I didn't expect you, too, to be scared one day, hahaha, cough, cough, cough!"
"........"
Boss Wen remained silent for a long time before attempting to recover respect.
"He's too dark," he said.
Wang Xiaomie: "Pfft—!"
"……"
For the first time, Wen Fengjin understood that hearing your beloved's laughter can make you want to beat someone!
… … …
Seven days passed in this manner.
Bai Yu grew increasingly silent after Xiaomie drank the poison five times.
Wang Xiaomie held up the bowl of poisonous drink in a candid, heart-rending manner, and appeared to have a courageous spirit, and then at night, he rested in Wen Fengjin's arms, shedding a torrent of tears, wailing and howling in anguish.
The poison he threw up gradually changed from red liquid to white, and upon closer observation, it didn't appear to be liquid at all, but rather a kind of transparent silk thread.
When Wang Xiaomie, who had just finished vomiting, saw that thing, he went silent for a while before asking Wen Fengjin about it.
"Am I spitting silk?" he questioned. "I'll be Spider-Man soon, a good citizen of New York, and enjoy a passionate night with a beautiful, sexy, and kind girl?"
Wen Fengjin: "......"
The man's face sank, and the beautiful, hot, and cruel Boss Wen gave this moron who fantasized about seducing beautiful women something wet and salty to 'eat' at night.
He also gave him some calcium-fortified milk in passing.
After nearly losing half his life, the young man with long black hair vowed never to flirt with girls again (not even say it).
Wang Xiaomie wasn't sure if they'd be able to carry out the plan smoothly, so he spent the rest of his free time running around.
They visited the amusement park, the city's famed temples, and numerous Internet celebrity snack bars, challenged rafting and bungee jumping, then also went to the aquarium and watched giant monsters swim overhead with their heads raised.
One photograph after another was developed.
There was the warmly smiling Wang Xiaomie, the constantly glum Wen Fengjin, and Bai Yu, whose expression progressively calmed.
He began by purchasing a photo frame, but he couldn't stop himself and eventually purchased a photo album.
Wang Xiaomie was leaning into Wen Fengjin's arms, giggling incessantly at the amusing clips in the album. His complexion was extremely poor, and there was a palpable black aura of illness surrounding him.
Wen Fengjin responded softly, holding him even tighter in his arms, as if the world's horrors were sealed away in that embrace.
Bai Yu bowed his head and clenched his fists tightly as he spied on the contents of the photo album.
On the first floor of the villa, a picture of the trio was set in a blue frame inlaid with shells and displayed on the bar counter.
A thin piece of paper had frozen time and sentiments, and the dazzling smile was the cruelest mocking for Bai Yu.
He returned to Yi Yan's shop after leaving the villa.
He tightened his grip on the backpack straps, stared at Yi Yan's profile, who was focused on research, and bitterness spread through his heart.
Is happiness still called happiness if it is obtained through hurting others?
I’m a sinner.
I’m damned.
Let me go to hell. As long as it could eliminate evil for the man he loved, he was willing.
Bai Yu gave a bleak smile before throwing himself into Yi Yan's arms after making the final decision.
He still couldn't let go of this man or his first relationship.
… … …
September 17th.
Wang Xiaomie consumed the final dose of poison.
Bai Yu, who was leaning against the street lamp, raised his head and closed his stinging eyes as a moth flew towards the street lamp, which barely cast a ray of light.
"It's the sixth time; he drank it," he told the person on the phone.
Then, regardless of what the person on the phone said, he hung up, slid down as if his legs had lost all strength, and sat with his legs bent against the streetlight.
Poverty and a miserable childhood did not mold him into a vile villain.
But it was his need to cling to love and want that accomplished it...
Entanglement, guilt, and finally resigning himself to the mistake till the bitter end...
Humans are a tangled mass of contradictions.
After doing something unforgivable, you still need to feel sorry for yourself?
Despicable enough to make people laugh.
Bai Yu’s eyes narrowed and he really burst out laughing.
Not only for himself, but also for his distorted and abnormal feelings.
He will pay the price! There was nothing to be confused about; he understood and was waiting!
Yi Yan did not express any dissatisfaction as he listened to the beeping sound in his ear. His lips curved up as he gave the phone to the adorable Xiao An who stood next to him.
"Success."
He stated, his smile widening into a full-fledged grin. He beamed as he headed to the basement, followed by Xiao An. He approached the wall and activated a button, causing the row of iron frames to slide away, revealing a small space resembling a utility room.
In the small room, there was a table with a fairly basic puppet with movable joints, bound by layers upon layers of white silk. Yi Yan's slender eyes flashed a dark light as he glanced at it.
"You are now mine."
He gently picked up the puppet and petted it softly while closing his eyes and lightly rubbing its cheek.
"My pride, my finest work."
With that, he pressed his slender fingertips against the knife that was standing on the wooden table. The blade was still smeared in dried blood. He ignored the pain that shot through his finger as bright red flowed down. Yi Yan disregarded the cut and pinched the silk threads on the puppet with his injured hand.
It was like ripping the ribbons in anticipation of a gift.
The white silk was torn apart, the hands were opened, and the marionette launched into the air, being pulled by the silk threads and bouncing in the air.
Yi Yan bowed his head and chuckled at the puppet.
He commanded, "Good boy, rip 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: Entanglement, guilt, and finally resigned to the mistake…
Humans are a tangled mass of contradictions.
This man, Bai Yu, has transformed from white to humanity’s most realistic color.
Doing is doing. He is well aware that if he chooses love over friendship, he will have to bear the cost of hurting others and giving up.
Footnotes:
[1] A Chinese beverage and bottled water company.
Translator:
Love's real name is fall...
Chapter 73 Love’s real name is ruin
Wang Xiaomie was restrained by Wen Fengjin for the blood sacrifice even before dark after consuming a bowl of the 'immediate death' soup.
This time, however, it was even more tragic. Previously, he was deprived of his vitality and could scream his lungs out. But now he was worried because Bai Yu was downstairs, and he naturally didn't dare to scream.
Wang Xiaomie, who was sweating profusely as if he had just been fished out of water, was lying on the bed.
The red liquid he'd vomited was under the bed.
He stared at the roof, his eyes vacant, without an inch of thread, and the cloth towel with tooth marks and traces of blood on it was set aside.
He'd bitten so hard that his gums had burst out.
Wen Fengjin lifted him up from the bed with one arm, as if he were a puddle of mud. Others would have pushed him away in disgust since he was coated in sticky perspiration, but this man was buried deep in the roots of his black hair, licking his temples.
Wang Xiaomie was in a stupor from the agony when he was jolted awake by the next wave of much more intense pain.
He thought he was going to die, but when he finally got through the torment, he sank into the familiar hug and felt immensely secure.
Wang Xiaomie's nose turned sour as he remembered Wen Fengjin riding on his lower abdomen just now, pressing his chest expressionlessly and refusing to break the blood contract.
He scolded Wen Fengjin in a raspy whisper, even though he knew it was for his own good.
"Scumbag!" he cried.
Wen Fengjin paused for a second before responding with a blank expression.
"I am a loser, that's why I let you suffer like this."
Wang Xiaomie's dry lips pursed and trembled, and his red eyes welled up.
"Don't talk about yourself like that!" My man is the best! As if he’d be a loser!
Wen Fengjin laughed and gently kissed away the tears gathered in Xiaomie's eyes with his soft lips, his gentleness making Wang Xiaomie squint.
Wen Fengjin then slashed his wrist, sucked a mouthful of his own blood, and dropped his head to feed it to Wang Xiaomie in his arms.
The aftereffects of the blood sacrifice had not yet worn off. Wang Xiaomie's pupils were dark red, and the blue arteries or veins on his deathly pale skin stood out like brush strokes.
He was fed a mouthful of blood.
Bitter, astringent, and somewhat sweet.
Hmm... Brand Wen Fengjin’s Nongfu Spring[1], awesome!
Even a zongzi's body with exceptional healing ability couldn't take the prior consumption. After being hugged quietly for two hours, Wang Xiaomie's eyelids were drooping and his thoughts were foggy.
At this point, Wen Fengjin abruptly stated: "I won't expel all of the poison from your body. We have no idea what this poison is. Yi Yan may realize that you are not poisoned if it serves another purpose."
Wang Xiaomie gave a nod.
"I know."
Something flashed in Wen Fengjin's eyes as he lowered his gaze. He finally leaned down and sucked the lips stained with his own blood, softly biting and kissing.
"Hmm..."
Wang Xiaomie hummed twice, his last ounce of strength depleted.
When they parted, there was a small 'mwah' sound, which made the gasping person's cheeks hotter.
Before standing up and walking downstairs, the man's strong arms easily hugged him from the quilt.
Bai Yu had been having difficulties eating and sleeping ever since he did that thing. Bai Yu, who felt as if his heart was being cooked on an open flame, sat motionless on the sofa in the dark night to clear his head.
Steps from upstairs were heard at this time. He jumped up and stared at the steps, startled.
In the dark, the silver-haired man in loose pajamas resembled the Moon Laurel Prince. He walked downstairs, hugging the man in his arms who was likewise dressed in pajamas.
Even with the lights turned out in the living room, Bai Yu could see a few strands of black hair hanging from Wen Fengji's arms, as well as a little portion 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 yelled impulsively.
The sudden sound made Wen Fengjin's expression shift in an instant and a powerful sword-like aura pierced into the dim living room!
"Who’s there!"
He didn't see anyone when he went downstairs!
That man took two steps aside at the critical moment, exposing a dark face.
The powerful invisible blade vanished in an instant.
A squall from nowhere ruffled Bai Yu's hair on his forehead. He stroked his brow, not realizing that half of his head had been nearly severed.
Huh? Where did the wind come from?
Forget it; it doesn’t matter.
He worriedly inquired of Wen Fengjin, "What's the matter with Xiaomie? Is he—" Is it because he's been poisoned that he's gotten so frail?
What else did Bai Yu wish to snoop about? The feminine and handsome face was icy and ruthless, and those long and narrow black eyes blazed with a bloodthirsty and vicious glint. Bai Yu stiffened in place with a single glance and dared not ask any further questions.
Wen Fengjin's expression eased just as Bai Yu thought he was about to be slain, and he replied casually, "It's nothing. He's exhausted because I worked too hard."
"Huh?"
Bai Yu's face was blank at first, then he went bright red as if he realized something.
"I, I, I—— cough, cough, cough!"
Wen Fengjin looked at the young man, whose actions were messy due to embarrassment, and turned to continue carrying the person in his arms to the bathroom, but as he reached the door, he abruptly turned his head and remarked to Bai Yu,
"The masks Xiaomie gave you—"
"Yeah?"
Bai Yu naively looked up.
Wen Fengjin's look was rather indescribable. "You remember to use it frequently," he continued. After speaking, he turned his head and walked into the bathroom, locking the door by himself, leaving a perplexed Bai Yu behind. He had no idea what Boss was talking about.
When the door to the bathroom was shut, the calm space was filled with uncontrollable laughter.
Wang Xiaomie's entire body trembled with mirth as he winked at the man with the ashen face.
"You were scared just now, weren’t you; hahaha, Bai Yu, hahaha, he’s dark and you couldn’t see him at night, pfft! Hahaha!"
Wen Fengjin's face was covered in ice slag (t/n: Night King, heh). "I wasn't!" he said, lowering his voice and gritting his teeth.
"Hahaha—" Wang Xiaomie's stomach ached from laughing. "When we came downstairs, you thought there was no one there, but suddenly a ghost appeared, pfft! Hahaha! You say you weren’t scared but you still exploded like a furball! I didn't expect you, too, to be scared one day, hahaha, cough, cough, cough!"
"........"
Boss Wen remained silent for a long time before attempting to recover respect.
"He's too dark," he said.
Wang Xiaomie: "Pfft—!"
"……"
For the first time, Wen Fengjin understood that hearing your beloved's laughter can make you want to beat someone!
… … …
Seven days passed in this manner.
Bai Yu grew increasingly silent after Xiaomie drank the poison five times.
Wang Xiaomie held up the bowl of poisonous drink in a candid, heart-rending manner, and appeared to have a courageous spirit, and then at night, he rested in Wen Fengjin's arms, shedding a torrent of tears, wailing and howling in anguish.
The poison he threw up gradually changed from red liquid to white, and upon closer observation, it didn't appear to be liquid at all, but rather a kind of transparent silk thread.
When Wang Xiaomie, who had just finished vomiting, saw that thing, he went silent for a while before asking Wen Fengjin about it.
"Am I spitting silk?" he questioned. "I'll be Spider-Man soon, a good citizen of New York, and enjoy a passionate night with a beautiful, sexy, and kind girl?"
Wen Fengjin: "......"
The man's face sank, and the beautiful, hot, and cruel Boss Wen gave this moron who fantasized about seducing beautiful women something wet and salty to 'eat' at night.
He also gave him some calcium-fortified milk in passing.
After nearly losing half his life, the young man with long black hair vowed never to flirt with girls again (not even say it).
Wang Xiaomie wasn't sure if they'd be able to carry out the plan smoothly, so he spent the rest of his free time running around.
They visited the amusement park, the city's famed temples, and numerous Internet celebrity snack bars, challenged rafting and bungee jumping, then also went to the aquarium and watched giant monsters swim overhead with their heads raised.
One photograph after another was developed.
There was the warmly smiling Wang Xiaomie, the constantly glum Wen Fengjin, and Bai Yu, whose expression progressively calmed.
He began by purchasing a photo frame, but he couldn't stop himself and eventually purchased a photo album.
Wang Xiaomie was leaning into Wen Fengjin's arms, giggling incessantly at the amusing clips in the album. His complexion was extremely poor, and there was a palpable black aura of illness surrounding him.
Wen Fengjin responded softly, holding him even tighter in his arms, as if the world's horrors were sealed away in that embrace.
Bai Yu bowed his head and clenched his fists tightly as he spied on the contents of the photo album.
On the first floor of the villa, a picture of the trio was set in a blue frame inlaid with shells and displayed on the bar counter.
A thin piece of paper had frozen time and sentiments, and the dazzling smile was the cruelest mocking for Bai Yu.
He returned to Yi Yan's shop after leaving the villa.
He tightened his grip on the backpack straps, stared at Yi Yan's profile, who was focused on research, and bitterness spread through his heart.
Is happiness still called happiness if it is obtained through hurting others?
I’m a sinner.
I’m damned.
Let me go to hell. As long as it could eliminate evil for the man he loved, he was willing.
Bai Yu gave a bleak smile before throwing himself into Yi Yan's arms after making the final decision.
He still couldn't let go of this man or his first relationship.
… … …
September 17th.
Wang Xiaomie consumed the final dose of poison.
Bai Yu, who was leaning against the street lamp, raised his head and closed his stinging eyes as a moth flew towards the street lamp, which barely cast a ray of light.
"It's the sixth time; he drank it," he told the person on the phone.
Then, regardless of what the person on the phone said, he hung up, slid down as if his legs had lost all strength, and sat with his legs bent against the streetlight.
Poverty and a miserable childhood did not mold him into a vile villain.
But it was his need to cling to love and want that accomplished it...
Entanglement, guilt, and finally resigning himself to the mistake till the bitter end...
Humans are a tangled mass of contradictions.
After doing something unforgivable, you still need to feel sorry for yourself?
Despicable enough to make people laugh.
Bai Yu’s eyes narrowed and he really burst out laughing.
Not only for himself, but also for his distorted and abnormal feelings.
He will pay the price! There was nothing to be confused about; he understood and was waiting!
Yi Yan did not express any dissatisfaction as he listened to the beeping sound in his ear. His lips curved up as he gave the phone to the adorable Xiao An who stood next to him.
"Success."
He stated, his smile widening into a full-fledged grin. He beamed as he headed to the basement, followed by Xiao An. He approached the wall and activated a button, causing the row of iron frames to slide away, revealing a small space resembling a utility room.
In the small room, there was a table with a fairly basic puppet with movable joints, bound by layers upon layers of white silk. Yi Yan's slender eyes flashed a dark light as he glanced at it.
"You are now mine."
He gently picked up the puppet and petted it softly while closing his eyes and lightly rubbing its cheek.
"My pride, my finest work."
With that, he pressed his slender fingertips against the knife that was standing on the wooden table. The blade was still smeared in dried blood. He ignored the pain that shot through his finger as bright red flowed down. Yi Yan disregarded the cut and pinched the silk threads on the puppet with his injured hand.
It was like ripping the ribbons in anticipation of a gift.
The white silk was torn apart, the hands were opened, and the marionette launched into the air, being pulled by the silk threads and bouncing in the air.
Yi Yan bowed his head and chuckled at the puppet.
He commanded, "Good boy, rip 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: Entanglement, guilt, and finally resigned to the mistake…
Humans are a tangled mass of contradictions.
This man, Bai Yu, has transformed from white to humanity’s most realistic color.
Doing is doing. He is well aware that if he chooses love over friendship, he will have to bear the cost of hurting others and giving up.
Footnotes:
[1] A Chinese beverage and bottled water company.
Translator:
Love's real name is fall...
