A Hidden Marriage Daily Life with the Film Empress O - Chapter 8

But now, only a thick, suffocating pressure remained in the air. The spirited Alpha from back then was like a crane whose wings had been broken by life itself, her feathers disheveled and stained with blood. The mournful cry she had let out when she fell from the clouds had long since gone hoarse; now, all that remained was a faint, threadlike breath.

The person at her feet was still begging incoherently. Clearly, she had almost no strength left, yet in the end, Si Beimuo still did not move. In a daze, she lowered her eyes and looked at her own bloodstained hands…

So I’m the accomplice ghost after all.

“I’ll help you quit your job. Stay obediently by my side.”

Si Beimuo’s nails dug deeply into her palm, but this little bit of pain could not suppress the hostility surging inside her chest at all.

Because of her excitement, Chang Qingyuan’s chest rose and fell abnormally. She let out a breath of relief, as if a ball of cotton were blocking her throat. In the end, she could only make a faint sound of air.

“Mm.”

Si Beimuo suddenly loosened her grip. The baseball bat crashed onto the floor with a clang, rolled far away, and hit the corner of the wall with a dull thud.

She bent down and picked up the blood-soaked woman from the ground. The Alpha was as obedient as a marionette. Her disheveled silver-gray hair was stuck to her face with blood and grime, and even her breathing was so faint that it seemed as though it might break off at any moment.

The violence from earlier faded, and a belated layer of gentleness finally appeared in Si Beimuo’s movements.

She carefully avoided the wounds on Chang Qingyuan’s body. Her arms wrapped tightly around the Alpha’s slender waist like two iron clamps, locking her firmly in her embrace. Then they fell together into the single-seater sofa.

Chang Qingyuan sank weakly into the Omega’s arms like that, her back pressed against the other woman’s warm chest, feeling the rapid and heavy heartbeat behind her.

The arms around her waist were very tight, squeezing her bones until they ached. They carried a force that allowed no escape, dragging her bit by bit into a dark abyss.

Chang Qingyuan kept her eyes open, her blurred gaze fixed on the water stain on the ceiling, allowing the pain in her body and the suffocation in her heart to swallow her together.

“I love you.”

Si Beimuo’s breath brushed against the hollow of her neck, her voice low and hoarse, like a whisper between lovers.

Those three words were like poison wrapped in honey, half true and half false. It was impossible to see clearly the madness hidden beneath the tenderness, and impossible to guess whether this love was salvation or destruction.

Chang Qingyuan’s tears seemed to have already dried up, and her eyes stung terribly. When her eyeballs moved, the dry friction made her narrow her eyes. Her long lashes trembled, like the wings of a dying butterfly.

The embrace behind her was scorching warm and airtight, like a carefully crafted cage, leaving her unable to move even her fingertips.

Fatal control seeped into her from every opening, from body to mind, pressing down until even breathing hurt. Yet within this sensation, she tasted a trace of sick stability.

Just like this, she thought. Let them stay entangled like this forever. Neither of them should even think about abandoning the other.

“Yuanyuan, I love you. I can’t live without you.”

Si Beimuo rested her chin against the top of her head and gently rubbed against her. Her tone carried a childlike, almost paranoid attachment.

“So be good, all right? You don’t want me to break your legs, do you?”

As she spoke, her arms tightened even further. Chang Qingyuan could almost hear the faint groan of her own ribs. The pain made her entire body tremble, yet in Si Beimuo’s next words, she detected a strange tenderness.

“Let’s be like this. Let’s spend our whole lives like this, all right? Yuanyuan, you love me too, don’t you?”

She said the last sentence extremely softly, the end of her words trembling faintly, as if she had dropped all her defenses and exposed her most sincere, almost humble question, like she was waiting for an answer that could put her at ease.

Chang Qingyuan was wrapped in the heavy smell of alcohol, her nose filled with that pungent, raw scent. She did not hate alcohol, but at this moment, mixed with the smell of blood and Si Beimuo’s own scent, it became an indescribable shackle.

The person in her arms remained silent for a long time. In the air, only their overlapping breaths remained.

Si Beimuo did not grow discouraged. She laughed softly to herself instead, her voice carrying a satisfied sigh.

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as agreement, hm? Yuanyuan still loves me.”

After finding her own answer, her arms tightened a little more, pressing Chang Qingyuan deeper into her embrace, as if she wanted to embed this broken body, along with that heart, into her own flesh and bones, never to be separated again.

And so, on the narrow sofa, two broken souls continued their endless descent through pain and dependence in the most obsessive way.