The "Honest" Beta Deceived Day and Night by a Twisted Obsessive - Chapter 14

His eyes are red; how pitiful.

When Duan Huaijing heard those words, only one thought remained in his mind: He’s crazy. He’s truly lost his mind.

The deep-rooted fear of “The Eyes” combined with the man’s innate, bone-deep obsession made Duan want to flee.

And flee he did.

It was strange; usually, when “The Eyes” restrained him, he wasn’t allowed to move an inch. Yet just now, after a frantic struggle, he actually managed to break free.

He didn’t have time to think about why. He ran toward the direction where he had heard Xie Yun’s voice moments ago.

“Big Brother! There’s someone here!” Duan Huaijing shouted at the top of his lungs the moment he left “The Eyes,” instantly exposing the man’s location.

His legs didn’t feel like his own anymore. He couldn’t feel exhaustion; his brain was a white void occupied entirely by terror. Only one thought kept him moving:

Don’t get caught.

It was no exaggeration to say he looked like a survivor fleeing for his life in an apocalypse. His legs were moving so fast they were practically a blur, and his heavy, ragged gasps exploded in his ears.

“Duan Huaijing?” Xie Yun emerged from the darkness. As he walked toward him, his tall figure was backlit, giving him a seemingly lazy posture that stood in sharp contrast to the natural aura of danger he exuded.

One of his hands was using a handkerchief to wipe a scavenged prop—a weapon that gleamed with a cold, metallic light. Like the man himself, it was high, cold, and utterly devoid of human warmth.

“There’s someone behind me!” Duan Huaijing shouted desperately.

Xie Yun glanced behind him. “Mhm?”

Duan Huaijing didn’t have time to explain. He reached out urgently to pull Xie Yun toward the spot, terrified the person would vanish if they delayed.

Xie Yun’s gaze swept downward. He saw that in his panic, Duan Huaijing was trying to grab his hand. Duan’s palms were pale and soft; it would be quite an eyesore if they were cut by something sharp.

He subtly shifted the direction of the dangerous prop in his hand.

“There really is someone,” Duan Huaijing insisted, his brows furrowed and his eyes slightly wet. He had no idea how pitiful his expression looked when paired with that tone.

His mind was so preoccupied that he didn’t notice a glowing voice recorder tucked away in the corner Xie Yun had just come from. The voice he had heard earlier had come from that very device.

But Duan Huaijing didn’t know that. Nor did he know the recorder had been placed there before his arrival, its contents pre-recorded. “The Eyes” could simply play it via a connected phone whenever needed.

As he walked quickly, he kept his eyes glued to the spot where “The Eyes” had been. If the man tried to run, Duan would surely see a shifting shadow.

Fortunately, there was no movement. Duan Huaijing felt a surge of joy; he knew “The Eyes” must be wary of Xie Yun’s status and therefore stayed put.

Because he was so focused on the corner, he failed to notice the dark glint that flashed in the eyes of the man he was leading. Xie Yun’s gaze was half-lidded, fixed intensely on their joined hands.

As they drew closer to the spot, only one more turn, Duan Huaijing felt a lightness and an excitement so intense his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

Was he finally going to be free?

The shadows on the floor folded against the corner of the wall. Duan Huaijing licked his dry lips. Every cell in his body was leaping in a frantic, uncontrollable rhythm.

What do they call this? This is called ‘a wicked person meeting their match!’ Retribution is sweet!

But to his absolute shock, when Duan Huaijing turned the corner, he found no one there.

How?

“Just now, he was clearly right here.” The expression on Duan Huaijing’s face froze instantly.

Refusing to believe it, he looked everywhere, but all the facts pointed to one conclusion: “The Eyes” was definitely not there.

His voice shook with disbelief. “He was just here a second ago.”

One moment, he thought the storm had cleared, only for a bolt of lightning to strike him out of the blue, leaving him in tatters. He nearly lost his footing.

It was only Xie Yun’s powerful hand that caught him in time, stating the cold, hard truth: “There is no one here.”

Then where could “The Eyes” have gone?

Duan Huaijing began to break down. He thought he had finally found a way to be free, only for it to end in total futility.

Lost in his own world, he didn’t notice the look of sheer obsession on Xie Yun’s usually cold face behind him. Xie Yun’s gaze traveled over him inch by inch, “licking” him from head to toe.

Baby looks so sexy when he breaks down.

His eyes are red; how pitiful.

I want to lick him all over. He must be so, so sweet.

These dark, lewd thoughts were perfectly masked beneath his refined exterior. Xie Yun stood beside him and gently patted Duan Huaijing’s head.

To an outsider, it looked like an older man comforting a distressed youth. Only Xie Yun knew the madness swirling inside him, a madness so intense that the veins on his hands bulged from the effort of suppressing it.

The moment he was touched, Duan Huaijing remembered the other thing “The Eyes” had said: that he would run Xie Yun over with a car.

He felt the urge to warn him to gain his trust, but he feared that doing so would expose his relationship with “The Eyes.” The words reached his lips but he swallowed them back down.

But the accident happened anyway.

It was after they finished at the haunted house and were heading to dinner. Duan Huaijing, who had been acting as a background character with his head down, was suddenly blinded by a flash of high-beam lights.

The next second, the spray of water kicked up by a speeding vehicle splashed against him. Duan instinctively stepped back.

He frowned, feeling annoyed.

The car’s wipers were moving at maximum speed; through the curtain of rain, he couldn’t see who was inside.

He hadn’t expected that by dodging, he would leave Xie Yun exposed. The driver’s intent was clear. With the roar of an accelerating engine, the car surged forward. By the time Duan Huaijing opened his eyes again, Xie Yun was lying in a pool of blood.

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