Wen Yan's beautiful eyes widened slightly. Looking at the enlarged, handsome face of the man in front of her, her breathing paused for a moment.
The man's kiss caught her off guard. His large hands tightly gripped her slender, soft waist, giving her no chance to refuse.
Domineering and forceful.
The faint stubble on his jaw rubbed against her fair, tender skin, and his thin lips pressed tightly against hers with a heart-palpitating intensity.
Before Wen Yan could think too much, the man had already deepened the kiss.
Her breath and taste buds were filled with the crisp, cedar-like scent of the man, mixed with a very faint smell of tobacco.
It was incredibly seductive and masculine.
Wen Yan's mind grew dizzy, as if she were deprived of oxygen. The hands resting against his chest gradually moved to hook around his neck.
His kiss was full of deep affection and sweetness, making it impossible to resist.
Her legs went slightly weak, and she could only lean into his embrace, letting him support her weight.
When the kiss ended, a misty layer of moisture clouded Wen Yan's beautiful fox-like eyes. The corners of her eyes were slightly red, making her look charming and gorgeous, unknowingly alluring.
Si Moyan's Adam's apple bobbed. The long arms wrapped around her waist continued to tighten, forcefully pulling her into his arms.
Wen Yan's small face was forced against his chest, and every breath she took was filled with his heart-stirring masculine scent.
However—
He was hugging her so tightly, was he trying to strangle her?
Wen Yan pushed him in dissatisfaction. "Are you trying to strangle me right after we just made up?"
Si Moyan quickly loosened his grip slightly. He looked down at her, his high nose rubbing against her cheek and the tip of her nose, his hot breath spraying down. "It's only been one night since our argument, but it feels like it's been ages."
Wen Yan felt the same way. She looked into the man's dark eyes, which were like an abyss drawing people in. "Do you think I had it easy? I haven't even eaten much today!"
She had come to Heng City in the morning without eating breakfast, and at noon when her father treated her to a meal, she didn't have much of an appetite either.
Right now, she was so hungry her stomach was touching her back.
Si Moyan quickly let her go. He strode over to the trunk of the Bentley and took out an exquisite small cake.
Wen Yan blinked her eyes. "When did you buy this?"
"At noon, I saw you weren't eating, so I had the restaurant manager prepare a small cake and put it in the car in advance."
Wen Yan couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile. "You're such a closet romantic."
During lunch, he hadn't even looked her in the eye, acting as if he was still angry.
She didn't expect that he was secretly paying attention to her.
Si Moyan brought out two chairs. He opened the cake, scooped a bite, and fed it to Wen Yan's lips.
It was the chocolate flavor that Wen Yan liked.
Eating her favorite food, an expression of satisfaction and delight unconsciously appeared on Wen Yan's face.
Like a pacified Persian cat.
Seeing her bright eyes and smiling lips, Si Moyan couldn't help but form a smile on his own lips.
When Wen Yan was full, Si Moyan raised his long, slender fingers and wiped away the cake frosting from the corner of her mouth.
"Next time, don't make me angry by ordering male models again," he suddenly said in a low voice.
Wen Yan snorted haughtily. "That depends on your behavior."
Si Moyan grabbed Wen Yan's wrist with his large hand, pulled her up from the chair, and then pressed her down to sit on his lap.
Looking at her bright and beautiful little face, he asked in a low voice, "Baby, do you like me?"
Wen Yan's lips curled into a half-smile. "What do you think? If I didn't like you, why would I kiss you? Friends with lip-benefits?"
Si Moyan's throat bobbed. He chuckled softly, then held the back of Wen Yan's head and kissed her again.
...
In the hospital.
After sleeping for a while, Wen Xiaoshu woke up with the urge to urinate.
The caregiver had gotten off work, and the one accompanying him for the night was Wen Jinglou.
As soon as Wen Xiaoshu woke up, Wen Jinglou also woke up.
"Xiaoshu, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Wen Xiaoshu shook his head. "Dad, I want to go to the bathroom."
Wen Jinglou immediately walked to the bedside and picked Wen Xiaoshu up from the bed.
Wen Jinglou carried Wen Xiaoshu into the bathroom.
After relieving himself, Wen Xiaoshu turned his head and asked Wen Jinglou, "Dad, what time is it now?"
"Twelve midnight."
Wen Xiaoshu thought of Wen Yan's words, and a hint of a mocking smile appeared on his childish face. "Wen Yan said I would be possessed by vengeful spirits at midnight, and that I would be devoured and torn to pieces. Do you think there's something wrong with her head now, playing the mystic? Where in the world are there ghosts..."
Before Wen Xiaoshu could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a chill at his feet.
One of his legs was injured, so he was standing on one leg in front of the urinal. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pair of feet wearing red high heels.
His dad was right behind him, so how could there be a pair of feet wearing red high heels?
They were clearly a woman's feet. The insteps were snow-white, with blue veins bulging out, and bright red liquid was continuously dripping onto them.
The white and red formed a stark contrast.
Wen Xiaoshu felt a piercing chill and abruptly looked up.
"Ah—"
Standing in front of him was a woman wearing a traditional Xiuhe bridal gown. Half of her head was missing, her face was a bloody mess, and her eyeballs were bulging out.
There was also a flower pinned to the woman's gown.
She was clearly a ghost bride!
Hearing Wen Xiaoshu's scream, Wen Jinglou turned his head.
He was also given a massive fright.
"Dad, Dad... hurry and get the evil-warding talisman my sister gave me."
Wen Jinglou wanted to carry Wen Xiaoshu back to the hospital bed, but Wen Xiaoshu's body seemed to be pinned down by something, unable to move at all.
Wen Jinglou had to quickly rush out of the bathroom and run towards the bed in the ward.
However, just as he was about to approach the bed, a man wearing a black suit with only half a body floated towards him.
The man also had a flower pinned to his suit; he must be the groom.
Wen Jinglou suddenly remembered that a wedding car had been in an accident on the road yesterday. The bride and groom had been sent to the hospital but died after resuscitation efforts failed.
Could the ones in Xiaoshu's ward right now be that bride and groom?
Wen Jinglou wanted to grab the talisman from under the pillow, but before he could get close, the groom with a severed leg blocked his path.
The situation on Wen Xiaoshu's side was not good either. The ghost bride was trying to possess his body, and he felt a tearing pain in his internal organs.
He regretted it immensely now. He should have listened to Wen Yan and carried the evil-warding talisman with him.
"Dad... it hurts so much..."
Hearing Wen Xiaoshu's painful cries for help, Wen Jinglou ignored his fear, clenched his large hands into fists, and forcefully swung at the ghost groom.
Just as Wen Jinglou ran towards Wen Xiaoshu, more ghosts of people who had died in the hospital flooded into the ward.
There were those whose throats had been slit by their husbands, those who died of cancer, those who had been hacked to death by psychopaths on the street...
All the evil entities swarmed towards Wen Xiaoshu.
It was as if Wen Xiaoshu's body had black yin energy that attracted them.
Wen Xiaoshu fell to the ground in pain. Just as he thought he was going to be torn apart alive, a cold and familiar voice suddenly rang out, "Swiftly act in accordance with the law!"
As the woman's voice fell, several thrown evil-breaking talismans emitted a faint green light, and shrill, miserable screams echoed through the ward one after another.
Not long after, the ward, which had felt like an ice cellar, returned to its normal temperature.
Wen Xiaoshu lay on the bathroom floor, his face pale with fright, trembling all over.
Seeing Wen Yan approach, he burst into tears, "Sister, Sister..."
