Chapter 7
Deng Li dragged over a chair and sat properly in front of her. With one hand, she scooped up the honey water with a spoon, brought it to her lips, and unhurriedly blew on it. Only after testing the temperature did she offer it to Song Chisui.
“I’m not thirsty.”
Song Chisui pressed her lips tightly together, carrying a trace of anger. Her face naturally turned to the other side, showing not the slightest appreciation.
Deng Li had not expected that after offering such a warm face, what she would receive in return was the other party’s cold backside.
Fine. She had only meant that drinking a little honey water before bed would help with sleep. Seeing Song Chisui like this, Deng Li set the cup down and turned to make her own bed instead.
The same spot. The same pillow. The same carpet.
Deng Li’s movements were so practiced that even she felt sorry for herself.
When would she be able to sleep on the little soft bed? Dream on. Unless she wanted to die.
It was obvious that Song Chisui had not lowered her guard against her. More accurately, Song Chisui had been using her from the start, and the original owner’s actions had exceeded the original plan. So for now, maintaining this deadlock was the best method.
But Deng Li could not simply give up on herself and blindly retreat either.
Looking at that half-angry little face, she pondered how to attract Song Chisui’s attention.
After a while, she rolled up the lotus-edged puff sleeve, revealing the long patch of marks left behind by the tattoo removal on her arm. Turning sideways, she shoved her arm right in front of Song Chisui.
“I said yesterday that I sincerely wanted to change. Look, I even removed the tattoo.”
Deng Li tested Song Chisui’s expression, and even her tone was careful.
“Back then, you were the one who wanted me to remove it.”
Song Chisui’s face remained cold. She mechanically turned her head and quietly stared at her.
Deng Li stood up and drew in a breath.
“You still don’t believe me?”
After saying that, she turned around, grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands, and pulled it down, revealing the section of shoulder where the tattoo had just been removed. The red skin on her shoulder rushed into Song Chisui’s eyes like a scorching furnace burning against her. Song Chisui startled, and a large patch of red swiftly spread across her face. This was the first time she had seen a girl exposing such a large area of her back to her. The marks left by the tattoo looked as if they had been scorched by fire, glowing red.
“What are you doing?”
Song Chisui clutched the quilt and pulled it closer in front of herself.
“Showing you. I really did listen to you properly.”
As Deng Li spoke, she turned slightly to the side. Under the halo of light, the mottled marks could be seen.
Song Chisui was utterly defeated. Her eyes could not help closing.
Deng Li’s brows furrowed tightly.
“It hurt like crazy. It hurt even more than when I got it tattooed. If you ask why I didn’t want to remove it before, wasn’t it just because I was afraid of pain? Now I’ve thought it through. You’re my wife. Whatever you say, I’ll agree to it.”
Deng Li lied shamelessly, her tone steady, becoming more and more skilled at this.
Wife? Obedient?
Song Chisui secretly sneered. If she had not known about Deng Li’s scheme, perhaps she really would have believed her. She lifted her eyes slightly, and only after her emotions calmed down did she carefully look at Deng Li’s back. Her back was slender, her spine slightly protruding like a smooth line winding downward. Her hips and shoulders were the same width, her waist thin and narrow. It was a perfect hourglass figure.
She reminded her, “Hurry up and put your clothes back on.”
A slight awkwardness rose in the air, and Deng Li caught it from her words and actions.
She let go of the T-shirt and turned to lie down on her bed. As a straight woman, she had not yet realized in the slightest how presumptuous her actions just now had been.
The moment she lay down, she gave a pained hum.
She turned over and lay on her right side, facing Song Chisui.
The other party’s eyes were cold, meeting hers at just the right moment. That disdainful gaze seemed to be saying, What are you staring at me with your eyes wide open for?
Deng Li pulled her lips into a smile.
“I just removed the tattoo. It hurts.”
Then she lifted her left hand.
“This arm hurts too.”
So she could only keep lying there facing Song Chisui.
Song Chisui frowned at her. A moment later, she lightly turned over, leaving only her thin back facing her.
Once the light went out, everything quickly fell silent.
The moonlight was clear as water. Half of it slanted across the bed, and half fell onto Song Chisui’s pale, slender right-angled shoulder.
With nothing else to do, Deng Li quietly looked at her. The little person on the bed was far too thin and weak. Compared to a tall and sturdy person like her, Song Chisui was simply a work of art Nüwa had crafted with extra care when creating humans—snow-white, beautiful, clean, fragile.
Deng Li felt that she could pick her up and run a marathon with her without needing a break.
Just as she was thinking that, that snow-white shoulder shrank slightly, and the quilt slid down with the movement, revealing a protruding butterfly bone.
Deng Li’s heart rippled faintly.
Was she hot?
It was currently late summer, and the nights were dry and warm. Deng Li slowly sat up, reached for the quilt, and gently pulled it upward, covering that soft jade-like skin.
Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Song Chisui suddenly turned over. Her icy, jade-boned shoulder pressed into Deng Li’s palm. It was cool and smooth as silk, carrying a little warmth as it lightly and softly covered her hand.
So light. So soft.
Her palm tingled for a while as if she had been shocked by electricity. She quickly pulled her hand away, still shaken as she looked at the person before her.
Most of Song Chisui’s snow-white face was covered by her hair. Her straight bangs brushed against her eyelashes, and her features were as exquisite as if they had been drawn stroke by stroke, dotted onto white paper. Only her lips carried a faint red color, giving her the last trace of lingering vitality.
Deng Li’s heart gave a fierce jump.
Who could stand this? No matter who saw this delicate, soft, fragile, easily wounded little baby who loved coughing blood, they would be unable to resist wanting to protect her. Deng Li had no resistance whatsoever toward such small, delicate creatures.
Cute. Made her want to protect her.
No wonder the original owner had changed after getting together with her. She must have coveted Song Chisui’s beauty and wealth.
Of course, Deng Li’s thoughts were pure. She simply wanted to protect her, that was all.
Just as she was about to lie back down, the positive value in her mind began rising rapidly.
Congratulations, Host. Through skin contact, you have successfully obtained 1 positive value point.
Deng Li’s palm trembled. So it had been from touching Song Chisui’s shoulder just now that she gained points.
Now she could not sleep.
All those gentlemanly thoughts in her heart instantly vanished without a trace.
She fixed her eyes on Song Chisui as if looking at the future one hundred million.
Her gaze gradually shifted from clear to greedy.
She wanted to touch. Song Chisui would not know, right?
Song Chisui had woken up. When she had turned over just now, because she had never felt another person’s warmth before, that warm hand lightly cupping her shoulder had made her entire body tremble, like a midnight fright.
How had she relaxed her vigilance and slept so deeply? Luckily, she had woken up.
Although her eyes were closed, she could sense a shadow in front of her. That shadow had not left. She had no idea what it was doing.
The unknown was the most terrifying thing. Song Chisui’s whole body was tense, and her breathing was stagnant. She lightly gripped the ring, her brows furrowing.
All at once, something warm landed between her brows. It seemed to be Deng Li’s finger. The other woman gently rubbed at her brow, as if trying to smooth away the resentment gathered there.
“Why are you frowning even in your sleep?”
The voice came from behind her, close enough to be within reach. Deng Li’s breath was scorching, burning Song Chisui until she felt uncomfortable. She was ready at any moment, waiting to strike.
After smoothing the space between her brows, Deng Li’s fingers followed the contour of Song Chisui’s face downward and finally landed on her neck. The positive value rose more from there, and for a moment, Deng Li was reluctant to move away.
Under the quilt, Song Chisui pried open the ring. From the hidden compartment, a three-centimeter-long needle shot out and was slowly rising upward.
Song Chisui knew Deng Li was no good.
She could only blame herself. She had calculated everything, yet somehow calculated herself into the trap as well. However high the road, the demon was higher. Thankfully, the dream had warned her. Otherwise, Deng Li really would have eaten her clean.
Deng Li was immersed in the joy of the positive value rising, utterly unaware that danger was imminent.
Congratulations, Host. Another 1 point has been added.
She clenched her jaw, holding back her joy. Her fingers moved slightly upward, and she used the back of her hand to tap Song Chisui’s chin.
1 point added.
This was far too easy to get!
At this very moment, she felt like a complete scoundrel.
“Too great.”
She subconsciously said the words aloud.
Song Chisui’s lips pressed flat.
Suspicious.
What was too great?
She swallowed, and her ears seemed to buzz like bees.
Thinking back to that dream, it had been too real. She had cried, but all she received in return were two loud slaps that knocked her unconscious.
Her nails dug into her flesh. Song Chisui was just about to pull her hand out.
All at once, that shadow moved away.
“All right, that’s enough for today. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Deng Li muttered to herself, releasing her with satisfaction before wrapping herself in the quilt and lying back down.
All right? Enough?
What did that mean?
After who knew how long, once there was no movement from the other side at all, Song Chisui finally opened her eyes slightly. Under the silvery-white moonlight, most of Deng Li’s face was covered by her hair, revealing only the bridge of her handsome nose. Her cheeks were thin, her expression calm and gentle, her breathing even and natural.
She was fast asleep.
She was wearing racerback tank-style sleepwear, both arms exposed outside the quilt. It could be seen that her body had been trained. The muscle lines formed by her arms carried considerable strength. The veins and tendons on the backs of her hands protruded, full of power. If they clashed head-on, Song Chisui would have no chance of winning.
Better to take advantage of this moment instead.
Song Chisui stared at her, her eyes like those of a wild wolf on a lonely mountain.
She rubbed her body against the bed, moving toward the edge. Under the dim moonlight, the artery at Deng Li’s neck protruded faintly. Between each breath, Song Chisui could clearly see that spot beating joyfully.
As long as she stabbed down with one needle.
Song Chisui pulled out her left hand and lightly flicked the ruby ring. With a soft scrape, the long silver needle was revealed.
Trembling, she reached out and stabbed toward Deng Li.
Then she saw Deng Li hug the quilt tightly, burying her cheek into the bedding as if talking in her sleep.
“Xiao Sui, don’t be afraid. I came to protect you.”
Author’s Note:
Song Chisui: You dare touch me? Careful, or I’ll stab you!
Deng Li: If my wife stabs me with one needle, goodbye!
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