After Accidentally Sending Empathy Dolls to My Four Top Donors - Chapter 4

The phone fell silent. Wen Leling took the initiative to send a friend request to [Lele’s Only Certified Husband], attaching an explanation and an apology.

Following that, the reply from [Love Lele for a Lifetime] came faster than expected. Under the guise of asking if the man could watch his livestream, Wen Leling managed to find out in just a few words that the man had already gone out for work and would not be back until after midnight.

The opportunity had arrived.

He wrapped himself up tightly, fully equipped and ready for action.

Since he was not sure when [Nuzzle Lele]’s work would end, he went to [Love Lele for a Lifetime]’s place first to be safe.

The address was located in a prime downtown area where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. It was quite a distance from Wen Leling, so he took a taxi. He thought this would be faster, but he ended up stuck in traffic for two full hours. By the time he reached his destination, the sun was nearly setting.

Property prices in this area were astronomical. After all, it was a precious piece of land that the central authorities would rather leave vacant than sell at a low price. Very few people lived there, so it was quiet, so quiet that one could even hear the rustling of the grass.

Wen Leling took a brief look around and sized up the perimeter wall in front of him. Having a general idea of the layout, he pulled his mask tight, hiding his snowy white face.

He took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and prepared to sprint for a wall jump. Suddenly, a faint, almost imperceptible sound of footsteps appeared behind him.

He turned his head. The setting sun of dusk spilled over the surface of the stone wall, casting a patch of dappled light. The surroundings were as silent as before. It was so quiet that Wen Leling felt as if he could hear his own blood flowing. There was nothing there but his own shadow.

Was it an illusion?

Wen Leling was not sure, but to be safe, he quickly scaled the wall and leaped down. The entire sequence of movements was fluid and graceful, like an agile, active little rabbit.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps, those footsteps rang out again, regular and clear, like the rhythmic, life-claiming toll of a pendulum.

Wen Leling tentatively slowed his pace, and the sound behind him slowed accordingly. He sped up, and it immediately sped up as well.

Wen Leling: ?

Could someone actually be stalked in broad daylight?

Cold sweat instantly soaked through Wen Leling’s shirt. He scurried on his short legs around a corner. Using his peripheral vision, he caught sight of several men standing in a dark corner not far behind him. The leader was holding a phone as if confirming something with someone. Seemingly sensing his gaze, the man looked up.

The moment their eyes met, the man’s gaze was like a cold arrow shooting straight at Wen Leling.

His shoulders jerked violently in shock.

!

He recognized this person!

That was a Sentinel under Mr. Xia!

This was bad!

Wen Leling could roughly guess the purpose of their stealthy stalking. Because he had not agreed to the White Tower’s work assignment, were they going to use illegal, coercive means to force his compliance?

Should he run?

It was too unrealistic. A Sentinel’s physical constitution was far superior to that of an ordinary human or a Guide. He could not possibly outrun them.

Should he call the police?

The people responding would likely be from the White Tower anyway. That would be delivering himself straight into the wolf’s den.

While pondering a way to escape, Wen Leling did not dare stop. He kept his head down and walked forward, alert to every movement around him.

Suddenly, the cry of an eagle pierced the air, stirring up a highly oppressive wind. “Whoosh, whoosh,” it poured into his ears, shattering the surrounding tranquility like a monstrous tidal wave. Wen Leling was at the center of the wave, spun until he was dizzy.

He staggered, about to fall, but invisible shackles firmly confined him to the spot. He could neither move forward nor retreat. He could only watch helplessly as the suffocating darkness pressed down, completely enveloping him.

With no possibility of dodging, Wen Leling’s shoulders were gripped by the eagle diving straight down. He was carried into the air. The sudden sensation of weightlessness seized him. The moment his feet left the ground, his vision shook and ascended wildly.

In his panic, he accidentally glanced down. The lethal vertigo and the rapidly climbing fear crushed his consciousness.

“Aaaaah!” After a few short, shrill screams, Wen Leling’s head slumped to the side. He fainted.

“Guide Wen, Guide Wen, wake up.”

The endless soft calls of a stranger’s male voice echoed in the room. At first, the youth wrapped in blankets on the bed remained in a secluded sleep, but gradually he could bear it no longer. Like shooing away flies or mosquitoes, he flailed his arms, which looked like they were carved from fine jade, to drive the man away, muttering: “Mm, no, go away.”

As his arm swung past the man, the proximity allowed the man to smell a faint, lingering floral fragrance coming from his fingertips.

Yet, as if smelling a scent that could be fatal with even a tiny dose, the man hurriedly backed away from Wen Leling, his movements a mix of speed and stiffness.

He was slightly dazed, his hand hovering in the air, but his vacant, spacing-out eyes remained glued to Wen Leling’s profile. Such a delicate face combined with his age made him look quite harmless, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, no, a rabbit.

He had even slept until a rabbit tail ball popped out.

The man looked at him, his gaze traveling from that soul-stirring face all the way down, stopping at the slender, water-snake-like waist.

Wen Leling was lying with his back to the man, hugging his legs. His jeans were tight, wrapping around his plump, full buttocks. The waistband was hitched up slightly, revealing a small patch of soft, white skin. A fluffy pom-pom tail poked its head out. As if sensing the man’s gaze, it wiggled indignantly on behalf of its master.

Seeing this, the man’s brow furrowed sharply. Color drained from his face, and his head throbbed with a buzz.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, like falling into a deep, dry well. His chest felt tight and panicked.

After standing frozen for a long while, he looked up and exhaled. Deep powerlessness dwelled in his eyes.

He had the urge to strip Wen Leling almost bare, to stroke him, to regard him as a deity, to be his devout believer, and to wag his tail and beg for mercy with a heart full of gratitude.

But he could not. Not without a Guide’s permission.

He sighed dejectedly, his fists clenching and unclenching. His eyes were bloodshot like a desperate beast with nowhere to go. Just as he was about to contact the White Tower to request a replacement, the youth on the bed made a small movement.

When Wen Leling woke up, his vision was dim, but his back felt as hot as if direct flames were hitting it. He groggily propped himself up to sit sideways. Looking back, a flicker of softness passed through his eyes.

Seeing an unfamiliar man staring intently at him, the source of that scorching heat, Wen Leling’s sleepiness faded slightly. He raised a hand to rub his moist, sleepy eyes, spreading a few flecks of crimson onto the exceptionally thin, delicate skin beneath them. Then, he blinked his clear, jewel-like eyes uncertainly to size the man up.

Upon seeing the badge on the man’s collar, memories flooded back without invitation.

Wen Leling’s eyes went blank, losing their luster and gradually dimming.

He had been kidnapped by the White Tower. He had guarded his front, back, left, and right, but he had failed to account for the space above him, allowing them to ambush him from over his head.

It was obvious where this place was.

Wen Leling spoke plainly: “Why did you bring me here? Did Mr. Xia tell you to do this?”

“If so, please have him come see me.”

The man remained motionless, like a ball of fire. His hot, scorching eyes stared at Wen Leling.

That face, which still held a hint of boyishness, was simply breathtakingly beautiful, like a potent, fine wine burning down the throat, wrapped in a mellow fragrance, appearing exceptionally intoxicating.

The man was drunk. His mind drifted, and he could not look away or hear a word.

Wen Leling felt very uncomfortable being stared at. He got off the bed, straightened his clothes, and said again: “Hello? Can you hear me?”

The man remained silent.

Is something wrong with his ears?

Suspicious, Wen Leling fished his phone out of his pocket to look up how to sign what he had just said in sign language, then replicated it exactly.

Sure enough, the man perceived it. His inscrutable pupils contracted slightly.

Wen Leling heard him swallow, and for reasons unknown, heard him say: “I can hear you.”

?

If you can hear, why are you pretending?

“I will go contact Mr. Xia and have him come over.”

Just as Wen Leling was about to question him further, he was silenced by the man’s indifferent words. He pursed his lips, thinking it better not to bicker over too much: “Thank you for your trouble.”

The man left, followed by a Great White Shark. The shark swam a few steps reluctantly, turning back to look at Wen Leling.

Perhaps due to the uncertain situation, the tension in his nerves made his eyes deep, yet they moved flexibly, appearing sensitive and affectionate. He looked over like water, carrying a faint smile and a warm, jade-like clarity. It made people feel exceptionally cozy, giving rise to an innate desire to be close, and the Great White Shark was no exception.

The behavior and emotions of a Mental Manifestation are sometimes influenced by the master. This is most fatal for masters who are duplicitous. The manifestation will not be able to help but replace the master, acting out the master’s true inner thoughts and exposing them completely.

Wen Leling had been tested early on as having a high probability of manifesting as a Guide, so he had already studied knowledge regarding Sentinels and Guides. He thought to himself that these Sentinels really loved to pretend. He raised a slender, delicate finger and beckoned the Great White Shark teasingly.

That white shark was indeed interesting. Unlike its master, it did not pretend at all. With the speed of a bolt shot from a fully drawn bow, it rushed in front of him and bumped his forehead with its snout.

The man was still in a “disconnected” state and had not noticed the shark lunging at Wen Leling as he exited the room.

Wen Leling massaged his nose, which was turning red and beginning to sting. He glared fiercely at the white shark. Once the man closed the door, he grabbed the shark’s mouth and gave its forehead a retaliatory, moderately hard punch. Knowing full well it probably could not understand him, he still asked innocently: “What did you bump into me for?”

Great White Shark: !

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