Entangled with a Gloomy Creep in an Explicit Novel - Chapter 22

Jin Yongyi tilted her head back, forced to endure his reckless behavior. Her teeth were easily pried open by him, and the tip of his tongue drove between them, sharing a small piece of hawthorn cake with her.

The crystal clear hawthorn cake was crushed between their lips and teeth without the slightest effort, sliding into her stomach amidst the fierce entanglement.

By the time she realized what he was doing, it was already too late, and a wave of churning heat spread rapidly throughout her entire body. Tears welled up in the corners of Jin Yongyi’s eyes, and her whole body became as soft as a puddle of water, trembling unstoppably at the slightest touch.

She had to rely on Zhao Fuzhou just to barely stand. Her consciousness had not entirely succumbed yet, and she still thought about struggling, but she could not summon any strength at all. Her palms pushing against his chest turned instead into the bashfulness of a feigned refusal.

Her breath was thoroughly plundered, and she could only gasp softly when he changed positions. His scent enveloped her completely, taking turns with the fragrance of the hawthorn to attack her defensive line.

In the final second before she lost her awareness to resist, she saw Zhao Fuzhou half opening his eyes, grinding her lips untiringly.

A wave of numbness transmitted from the tip of her tongue, causing her to let out a soft moan. Her forced clarity collapsed entirely, and her hands slid slowly down from his shoulders.

Zhao Fuzhou caught her body just as it was about to go limp onto the floor, bending down to lift her by the waist, and turned to walk toward the bed.

Placing her onto the soft bedding, he stood by the bedside staring down, his eyes already perfectly clear. Having also consumed the Acacia Powder by mistake, Jin Yongyi’s reaction was vastly different from his. Overheated, she threw off the blanket, and her exposed skin flushed with a distinct pink color.

Her eyes were half closed, her gaze darting blindly through the air before finally locking onto Zhao Fuzhou. She shifted her body with difficulty, using an immense amount of effort just to barely catch a corner of his clothing, giving it a gentle tug.

The smile at the corner of Zhao Fuzhou’s lips deepened. He squatted down, watching her every move at his absolute leisure.

Jin Yongyi felt around randomly without any pattern. Upon touching his hand placed by the bedside, she trembled slightly, quickly grabbing his hand to press it against her face, a comfortable gasp escaping from the corner of her mouth. Not content with just this, she anxiously grasped his other hand, only to feel rough bandages. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she flung that hand away with disgust.

Zhao Fuzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, tearing away the bandages on his hand to reveal a flawless hand, stuffing it into her hand like handing over an object.

Her facial features relaxed, and she pulled his hand toward her as if she could not bear to part with it, pressing one hand against her cheek while guiding the other hand to her neck.

Zhao Fuzhou stared at her, thinking that she looked very much like a kitten he had once seen in a trash pile. That kitten was not afraid of his bloodstained body, testing its boundaries as it walked to his side to tug at the hem of his robe. Seeing him squat down and extend his hand, the kitten naturally rubbed its head into his palm.

It was pleasing him, begging him to take it away.

Zhao Fuzhou did not take it away. If he brought it along with him, he would have to take care of it, which would be very troublesome. Over time, it would even think his care was a matter of course, pushing its luck by climbing onto its master’s head.

Ultimately, he patted the kitten’s head and left. He did not see the kitten’s disappointed gaze, just as the kitten had never perceived his initial murderous intent.

A stiff smile hung on Zhao Fuzhou’s face, yet a turbulent wave of murderous intent surged in the depths of his eyes.

He withdrew his hand, his fingertip lightly tapping her forehead and slowly tracing downward, passing her eyes and nose, before finally stopping on her lips.

Jin Yongyi closed her eyes comfortably, resembling the way that kitten stretched its body.

The smile on Zhao Fuzhou’s face grew increasingly gentle. He applied force with his fingertip, probing into her lips, and a warm wetness enveloped his finger. He moved it slowly, and her tongue brushed against his fingertip over and over again. He increased the movement, and saliva flowed out along the gap between his finger and her lips. The skin outside also caught the dampness, and the murderous intent in his eyes was gradually replaced by excitement.

He understood clearly now that Jin Yongyi did not resemble that kitten at all.

Zhao Fuzhou withdrew his finger, leaning down to kiss the corner of her lips, lightly licking away that bit of sweetness.

“I want you to stay by my side always, never to leave,” he whispered affectionately against the corner of her mouth. “But there are too many people around you, and while you smile at me, you smile at them too. I am very angry, so I am going to turn you into a heartless puppet.”

A heartless puppet had no heart, and thus no self awareness. Manufactured by him and controlled by him, looking only at him and smiling only at him forever.

That was the kitten he truly wanted.

Jin Yongyi could not hear what he was saying at all. Pressing against his hand, she was completely unsatisfied with illusory touches. She propped herself up slightly, leaning forward to hang on his body, urgently searching for something that could make her feel less miserable. She proactively hooked her arms around his neck, biting his lips without any sense of moderation. Her delicate lips were bitten open roughly, and blood surged out eagerly, swallowed into her mouth by her, which instead fiercely stimulated her sensitivity.

By the time both of them were panting heavily, Zhao Fuzhou lightly caressed her hair, pulling her arms down to tuck them properly into the bedding.

Using a gentle tone he had never used in his entire life, he coaxed her softly: “Become my heartless puppet, alright?”

Zhao Fuzhou kissed her forehead, stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and took out a tattered book hidden in the corner of the wardrobe.

The book recorded how to turn a living person into a heartless puppet.

He flipped through it repeatedly several times, then took a rusty knife out from the wardrobe that looked as though it had been buried in the dirt for decades. If Jin Yongyi were conscious, she would absolutely scream and flee; a single cut from this knife on the skin would require several tetanus shots at a hospital if it did not kill her.

Zhao Fuzhou returned to the bedside with the items. At this moment, Jin Yongyi was like a person baking in the desert for half a day, on the verge of dying of thirst. She thought the kiss just now was an oasis saving her life, but in reality, it was merely a mirage, causing her to plunge in only to find nothing, leaving her body craving water even more.

Too hot, she clawed at the clothes on her body frantically, throwing them all onto the floor in annoyance. This was still not enough, and she reached out her hand to untie the straps of her inner garment. Suddenly, a cool breeze drifted from beside her, like a massive piece of cold jade placed next to her, dispersing most of the heat waves. She automatically pressed against it, kissing and hugging it.

Jin Yongyi encircled his neck, rubbing around in the crook of his neck. Her clothes were disheveled, her skirt slipping down to her knees, revealing her white and smooth calves.

Zhao Fuzhou silently read the method stated in the book once more, pulling her arm to press it against his lips for a kiss, half forcing her to lie flat on the bed.

“Be good.”

“I will not let you feel pain.”

Zhao Fuzhou placed the book aside, squeezing her kicking legs to fix them onto his own legs. He picked up the knife, found the exact position, and raised his hand high.

As his hand rose and the knife was about to fall, a piercing alarm sound suddenly echoed in the air. The sharp point stopped just one centimeter away from her ankle, and he froze abruptly.

“Master! You absolutely must not, she is the heroine!”

Zhao Fuzhou’s eyes darkened, ignoring that voice as the knife in his hand aimed once again.

The voice grew entirely frantic: “You, you, you are crazy! You must have eaten a bear’s heart and a leopard’s gall to dare proactively harm the heroine! Even if you are the male lead, there is only a dead end for you!”

Zhao Fuzhou threw the knife onto the floor carelessly, asking, “What kind of thing are you?”

The other party coughed artificially twice: “Master, I am your system! Previously, I bound to the wrong person, binding onto the heroine instead. However, during this period of time following the heroine, I have not relaxed for a single moment, trying to rebind with you on one hand while pretending to throw out missions to keep the heroine by your side on the other hand.”

Hearing several keywords, Zhao Fuzhou’s brows furrowed, asking in return, “You were the one who made her stay by my side?”

The system said proudly: “Of course! As the heroine of this book, she should be avoiding you. But now I have delivered her to your side, am I not amazing!”

Zhao Fuzhou did not show any reaction, remaining dazed throughout, like a sculpture frozen in ice. After a long time, he looked stiffly toward Jin Yongyi, a bizarre smile squeezing onto his face.

He had known long ago that she had another purpose, a liar full of lies!

Why was he still deceived by her!

Why was he still deceived by her!

Why was he still deceived by her!

A violent pang of agony erupted in his chest, his teeth bared in fury, completely unable to control his rage.

Suddenly, a weight pressed onto his shoulder. Jin Yongyi climbed onto his shoulder, kissing near his collarbone with a clouded consciousness, slowly moving upward, and lightly bit his Adam’s apple.

She started a rainstorm in his heart, attempting to extinguish his fury.

Because of this kiss, his emotions calmed down miraculously. He wrapped his arms around Jin Yongyi’s body, hugging her tightly in his embrace, leaning down to bite her lips with immense force, ignoring her struggles. Even if she suffocated to death right then, he would not care.

As the long kiss ended, Jin Yongyi lost her strength completely in his embrace. He held her, holding her tightly, coaxing her softly near her ear, before suddenly bursting into a rapid laugh.

“What should I do, what should I do? I want to turn you into a heartless puppet even more now.”

Seeing his frantic and crazy demeanor, the system thought to itself that the heroine was still far too normal, and it was truly terrified being the male lead’s system!

It chimed in weakly: “Master, you cannot do this. You must obtain the heroine’s love to survive. If the heroine lacks self awareness, you will also be unable to obtain love points from her, and you will die.”

Zhao Fuzhou asked calmly, “Can I drag her to die together?”

The system was shocked, speechless, and cursed this psychopath furiously in its heart: “In principle, the heroine will not die.”

So behave yourself and go please the heroine quickly. In a monogamous novel, if the heroine does not love the male lead, can this male lead still be considered the male lead? Stop thinking about doing things that only madmen love to do; normal people do not like madmen!

“Fine.” Zhao Fuzhou suddenly returned to normal, accepting and understanding what he needed to do at extreme speed, asking astutely, “How many love points does she have for me right now?”

The system tanked his reaction and gave him a thumbs up.

“The heroine’s feelings for you have not reached a level that can be discussed as love points yet, at most it is considered favorability. Let me check. It is, it is…”

Watching Zhao Fuzhou’s expression grow darker and darker, the system steeled its heart, speaking at its absolute fastest speed: “Negative one.”

Zhao Fuzhou suddenly laughed.

What was the concept of negative one?

Between strangers it was zero, and negative one meant I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, get lost, you idiot.

The system could not figure out why it was negative one either. Had the time the male and female lead traveled together not been quite harmonious? The heroine lived very happily when she was not doing missions.

So exactly why was it so? The system expressed that it could not figure it out.

“How much favorability does she have for Mu Qingfeng?”

As if possessed by a ghost, he actually wanted to know this answer very much.

The system had a bad premonition, saying with difficulty: “I have already bound to you, so I cannot query the heroine’s favorability toward other people in the future. However, if you must know, I can tell you that the heroine’s favorability toward Mu Qingfeng stayed at fifty-nine for a very long time.”

Zhao Fuzhou flashed a smile: “Go die.”

“Master, I understand your feelings. You and I stand on the same united front, and I also wish very much for Mu Qingfeng to die, but he is a very important second male lead, so he will not die easily.”

“I am telling you to go die, you useless thing.”

The system was completely bewildered. It was insulted inexplicably; even the heroine had never told it to go die, so what right did the male lead have to tell it to go die! The system could not swallow its anger, deliberately telling him a secret: “Just a few hours ago, the heroine’s favorability toward Mu Qingfeng already reached sixty, which represents that the heroine already views him as a close friend, a highly valued close friend!”

Zhao Fuzhou did not show any reaction, still maintaining his smile.

The system felt its hair stand on end, quickly going offline.

During the time he communicated with the system, Jin Yongyi acted recklessly in his embrace, untying all the clothes on his body, her fingernails scratching many red marks onto his body.

Like a kitten.

Zhao Fuzhou stared at her quietly.

Having finally found a satisfying kitten, someone actually wanted to lure her away.

Would it be better to kill this person, or would it be better to tether the kitten at home?

Brushing away the strands of hair soaked with sweat on her cheek, he smiled: “Is it miserable?”

Jin Yongyi breathed heavily, grabbing his abs once more.

“Shall I help you?”

Zhao Fuzhou carried her to the inner side of the bed, locking his fingers with hers, raising both of her hands above her head, as his kiss fell once again. No matter how gentle a kiss was, once the duration became too long, it would also make a person experience a near-death feeling.

As the kiss ended, a thread of saliva connected their lips. He wiped it gently, and the person beneath him no longer had the strength to make any movements, her watery eyes half open and filled with warm ripples, only knowing how to tremble.

Zhao Fuzhou got off the bed, coming to Jin Yongyi’s room. Rummaging on the bed to find that semi-transparent garment that was as thin as a cicada’s wing, he placed it near the tip of his nose to sniff lightly, finding it filled entirely with the fragrance belonging to Jin Yongyi.

He took it and was about to leave when his gaze touched the food on the table. He walked over, leaning down to observe it carefully.

It was completely cold, eaten approximately two hours ago. Her habits remained unchanged; she ate some meat, but the green leafy vegetables were only shallowly turned over.

She ate too little; she would be tired later.

Zhao Fuzhou straightened his body, blew out the candle in the room, closed the door properly, and returned to his own room.

In front of the mirror, he stripped off the clothes on his body that were already stripped into a mess, slowly putting on the clothes brought from Jin Yongyi’s room. Half covering and half revealing, exposing a faint flesh color, coming with a more violent visual impact than complete exposure.

He could feel that Yiyi liked his body very much.

She liked white, tender skin, while simultaneously requiring tight muscles.

Mu Qingfeng did not have them.

He had them.

Zhao Fuzhou cleansed his hands thoroughly, blew out the candlelight, and returned to the bed.

The person on the bed sensed his arrival very sharply, her limbs wrapping tightly around him.

Zhao Fuzhou coaxed her softly, his hand tracing circles on her chin.

“If it is miserable, cry out.”

“I taught you before.”

His hand moved gradually downward.

Zhao Fuzhou leaned his body over, biting fiercely onto her earlobe. Not knowing which side provided the stimulation, she trembled unstoppably.

The biting turned into gentle pecks, and he asked softly near her ear.

“Am I beautiful dressed like this? I can wear it for you frequently.”

“Do not look at others, alright? Do not smile at him.”

“I am very annoyed.”

“I want to kill you and eat you into my stomach.”

“Or should I still turn you into a puppet?”

“Yiyi, you choose one. Yes, you choose one.”

Not knowing what occurred, Jin Yongyi actually began to sob softly.

Hearing the crying sound, he only felt a wave of turbid air stored in his chest. Zhao Fuzhou withdrew his hand, hugging her tightly, comforting her softly. After a moment, he grasped her hand, as if learning in advance how to control a puppet, manipulating her.

Waves of heat rolled repeatedly within the bed curtains.

It was not until the sky turned pale and the rooster raised in the backyard of the inn let out a loud crow that an unusual sound was also emitted in the room.

Zhao Fuzhou’s spine broke out in a thin layer of sweat, hugging Jin Yongyi who was equally drenched in sweat, leaning his head down to kiss her.

“It is over.”

“It will not be miserable anymore.”

Jin Yongyi snuggled obediently in his embrace, falling into a deep sleep. She did not even wake up when someone took her to cleanse her body, presumably exhausted to the absolute limit.

Zhao Fuzhou carried her back to her room, then returned to his own room to clean up the messy clothes all over the floor and the bedding on the bed that was still a bit damp.

By the time he finished packing these things, the sun was already high in the sky.

Zhao Fuzhou changed into a set of new clothes. Just as he stepped out of the door, he spotted Xie Fuyao pacing back and forth before Jin Yongyi’s room with an anxious expression.

Seeing him, Xie Fuyao did not want to greet him, quickly avoiding his gaze.

Facing such blatant dislike, Zhao Fuzhou did not grow angry, flashing a smile as he proactively walked over: “Is Miss Xie looking for Yiyi?”

Xie Fuyao knew that only he could call her by the nickname Yiyi, so she nodded her head.

Seeing that she was not very willing to pay attention to him,赵伏舟 grew even more energetic: “It should be due to the exhaustion from the carriage journey during this period of time, and the reward bounty mission has just ended. Yiyi rarely relaxes, so she slept a bit longer.”

Xie Fuyao glanced at him, the sense of strangeness in her heart growing increasingly sharp. She had rushed to the Night Realm last night and found Mu Qingfeng, who instantly denied having any enemies. At that time, she felt something was wrong, and that anxiety urged her to whip her horse to rush back.

No matter how fast she was, it was already past noon when she arrived at Dingyuan City. She had waited before Jin Yongyi’s door for half an hour, yet still did not see her wake up.

Crucially, she perceived that Jin Yongyi’s breathing was very steady; she truly was sleeping, with a tranquility that did not even dream.

Xie Fuyao furrowed her brows.

Could it truly be that her worries were excessive?

Zhao Fuzhou seemed to understand Jin Yongyi very well, and he was not surprised by her sleeping late either.

Xie Fuyao forcibly suppressed the suspicion in her heart, saying to him: “Then let her rest well. Please stay far away from her room, Brother Zhao; I am worried you might disturb her.”

The thorns in her words were all pierced onto his body, yet he still smiled very politely.

“Fine,” Zhao Fuzhou turned around as if to leave, but remembering something, he turned his head and said, “Yiyi made some hawthorn cakes last night. Does Miss Xie want to eat some? I will have someone deliver them to you.”

Xie Fuyao originally wanted to refuse, but upon hearing that Jin Yongyi made them, while feeling a bit surprised, she accepted without any hesitation: “Then I will trouble Brother Zhao. If Brother Zhao has already tasted them, could you give them all to me? Ah Feng probably wants to eat them as well.”

Zhao Fuzhou curled his lips: “Of course.”

Having agreed, both turned around and left.

It was fifteen minutes past the hour of Shen when Jin Yongyi woke up lazily.

Stretching an enormous stretch on the bed, she straightened her back beautifully from the bed, lamenting in her heart that it seemed like a long time since she had slept so comfortably.

Since starting work, waking up every morning was more painful than rushing for early morning classes during her student days. On the rare rest day, she would still be woken up by the sound of her mother doing housework.

It really had been way, way too long since she felt this great!

As expected, a person was light when free of matters, and it was comfortable without missions pressing down.

Outside, the sunlight was bright, pouring into the room and casting the shadow of the window onto the floor. Jin Yongyi hummed a little tune, wanting to get off the bed, but her shoes were not by the bedside. She looked left and right in confusion, but could not find her shoes anywhere.

Could they be under the bed?

Jin Yongyi braced herself against the bed, wanting to look under the bed, when a wave of soreness suddenly transmitted from her palm, forcing her to withdraw her hand.

Just as she was wondering whether her hand had been pressed down upon while sleeping at night, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhao Fuzhou walked in from outside carrying a washbasin and a towel, placing them naturally on the rack, soaking the towel in warm water before wringing it dry. He sat down by the bedside, wiping her face and hands naturally and gently.

After wiping them clean, he put back the towel. Finding a set of clothes and matching shoes from Jin Yongyi’s luggage, he returned to her side once more, taking a pair of socks out from his sleeve, grasping her foot to help her wear them properly.

Jin Yongyi was completely dazed throughout: “?”

The male lead had not been hired by the inn as a servant, right?!

No, that was not right!

Scattered fragments flashed through her mind, all of which were images of Zhao Fuzhou pressing her down to kiss her.

She remembered now: last night she fed Zhao Fuzhou the hawthorn cake containing the Acacia Powder, and she had been anxious to leave, so who on earth knew this broken medicine would take effect so quickly?!

What happened afterward? She was like someone who drank until blacking out, unable to remember anything at all.

Amidst her wild thoughts, Zhao Fuzhou lifted her by the waist and walked toward the table, which had been set with a table of plain porridge and side dishes at some unknown point.

Taking advantage of him helping to arrange the dishes, Jin Yongyi secretly untied her first button, hurriedly opening her collar to peep inside.

There were no strange marks, and she did not feel any discomfort either; on the contrary, she felt refreshed in spirit.

That was what was not right!

After taking this kind of potent medicine, absolutely nothing happened unexpectedly; could it be that the male lead was impotent?

Jin Yongyi glanced at him stealthily.

Zhao Fuzhou was moving the dishes she liked to a place closer to her. Seeming to sense her gaze, he stopped his movements and looked over as well.

Jin Yongyi lowered her head hurriedly, pretending that she was very busy.

Flustered, she scooped a mouthful of porridge to stuff into her mouth, completely failing to notice that the porridge was emitting boiling steam. Stung by the heat, she released her grip instantly, and the spoon crashed onto the floor, the crisp shattering sound jolting her back to her senses.

She could not feel pain, but she could feel numbness from her tongue being scalded, as if an electric shock like tingling coursed through the root of her tongue.

It was exactly the same feeling as when Zhao Fuzhou kissed her lips multiple times, wrapping around the tip of her tongue.

Multiple times…

Realizing this point, Jin Yongyi’s face flushed red with shame suddenly.

Her chin was gently pried over by Zhao Fuzhou, leaving her with no choice but to lock eyes with him amidst her bashfulness.

The pad of his finger brushed slowly across the corner of her mouth, a grain of rice brushing off. He did not withdraw his hand, still pressing against her lips to stroke them finely, and a portion of his fingertip even pressed into the gap of her lips.

Zhao Fuzhou gazed at her lips, asking in a slow voice: “Do you want to find a doctor to prescribe some ointment to apply?”

Jin Yongyi was puzzled, only feeling her heartbeat accelerate inexplicably.

“Here, it is broken,” the pad of his finger pressed the corner of her lips. “It is bleeding.”

Zhao Fuzhou finally released her, facing the pad of his finger toward her, indicating for her to look at the blood stained on his fingertip.

Meanwhile, Jin Yongyi’s attention was completely not on it; her gaze focused on his lips. At the exact same position as hers, his lips were also broken.

A fresh red bead of blood hung upon them, resembling a red treasure jade.

Her blood surged violently all at once.