Chapter 14

Although he was certain that Wu Xie couldn’t escape from his grasp, doing this would make him feel even more at ease.

Wu Xie watched as the face before him drew closer and closer. With nowhere else to turn, he tilted his head slightly to the side.

Was he about to use the “Iron Head Technique”? That was impossible, right?

Wu Xie could clearly feel Zhang Qiling’s breath against his skin, warm air brushing across his cheek and neck.

Wait—was he going to drink his blood to replenish what he lost from the stab wound? But wouldn’t his blood be impure for him…?

A soft sensation landed on his face. Wu Xie’s eyes widened as he turned to look at him.

Just now… what just happened?

Then, that same soft, sticky sensation pressed against his lips—gently rubbing against them, little by little.

The sensation made Wu Xie’s face flush red, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Even Blind Man was stunned by the mute’s actions.

Damn—when did the mute learn this?

This was something unsuitable for minors!

Maybe he should just mind his business. Blind Man reached into Wu Xie’s pocket, took out two hundred yuan, and casually strolled away.

Wu Xie had no idea how he got back to Wushanju.

It wasn’t until he was standing at the entrance that he realized—Zhang Qiling had been holding his hand the entire way to the room.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie, who stood there in a daze, and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Wu Xie, are you hungry? Do you want to eat?”

Seeing no response, he grabbed a jacket from the coat rack and put it on Wu Xie before leading him to the living room.

He took out his phone and called Fatty, letting him know that Wu Xie was back.

As he quietly ate the food that Fatty had reheated, Wu Xie chewed mechanically and swallowed without much thought.

Fatty nudged Zhang Qiling. “What’s up with Tianzhen? He looks completely out of it.”

Zhang Qiling calmly ate his meal, occasionally picking up food and placing it in Wu Xie’s bowl. In response to Fatty’s question, he simply shook his head.

After dinner, it was Fatty who ended up cleaning up.

Zhang Qiling led Wu Xie to his own room to sleep. Wu Xie’s own room had been wrecked, and there hadn’t been time to fix it.

The two of them had no choice but to share a room.

Wu Xie watched as Zhang Qiling started taking off his clothes. His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took a step back.

Sensing Wu Xie’s reaction, Zhang Qiling immediately turned to look at him, his intense gaze making Wu Xie’s scalp tingle.

“Why… why are you taking off your clothes?”

Zhang Qiling didn’t stop undressing. His eyes remained fixed on Wu Xie, watching as his nervousness grew and his face turned redder by the second—any moment now, he looked like he might just bolt for the door.

Then, in a calm and steady voice, Zhang Qiling said, “To sleep.” He tilted his head slightly, looking at Wu Xie with a puzzled expression. “Don’t you take off your clothes when you sleep?”

He knew that, in Wu Xie’s mind, he had always been someone innocent and harmless.

No matter what he did, he could always feign an absentminded expression and fool him.

Even that one rather intense incident in the hot spring had been the same.

“Oh… oh, oh… I-I’m sleeping here too? Won’t I be bothering you? I can sleep with Fatty instead.”

Wu Xie was successfully fooled again, foolishly asking such a thing.

“Fatty already locked the door. I knocked.” Zhang Qiling paused briefly. “You won’t be able to open it.”

Wait, what?

Wasn’t Fatty just washing the dishes a moment ago?

Wu Xie listened carefully. Sure enough, there was no sound coming from outside…

Damn it!

His innocence was about to be stolen by this fake Zhang Qiling from the illusion!

Zhang Qiling—I’m seriously no match for him!

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie’s face, which was filled with grievance, and felt a pang of sympathy.

He still believed that this was an illusion, and once he got out, he would find the real ones.

But… what if this wasn’t an illusion?

Zhang Qiling reached out and cupped Wu Xie’s face, making him meet his gaze.

They stared directly into each other’s eyes.

Then Zhang Qiling asked, “How do you determine that we’re fake?”

Was he trying to trick him into revealing something?

Wu Xie thought to himself—there was no way he was falling for that.