Chapter 118
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Mr. Song paused, “M-Master is indeed a master.”
After a moment, his expression turned sorrowful again, and he stretched out his hand helplessly towards the window, “Master, what’s your card number again? I didn’t remember it!”
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The rain continued to fall.
When Lou Yan was carried out by Fu Xuezhou, he was completely dumbfounded until Fu Xuezhou jumped off the building. He looked up at Fu Xuezhou and saw the slight curve of his lips. In the dim rain, his silver ponytail fluttered in the air.
At this moment, the chilling and oppressive atmosphere seemed to become somewhat vivid and lively. Fu Xuezhou looked like a young man who had successfully played a prank.
Lou Yan didn’t like this posture, he stiffened, and then struggled to get out of Fu Xuezhou’s arms, “Let me down, Fu Xuezhou!”
The scenery around them flew backwards rapidly, and the rain didn’t feel like it was falling on their faces, but rather like they were actively rushing to let the rain soak them. The wind fragmented Lou Yan’s words into several pieces, but Fu Xuezhou, holding Lou Yan, didn’t miss a single word, and heard every word clearly.
Seeing Lou Yan’s sudden change of expression and scolding, Fu Xuezhou glanced at the person in his arms, his lips curled deeper. Instead of letting go of Lou Yan, he tightened his grip around Lou Yan’s waist and legs, and calmly said, “Aren’t you the one who said you were tired? Is it uncomfortable for me to carry you?”
Lou Yan didn’t expect him to use his own words against him, and couldn’t help but choke up in anger, “What does it have to do with you whether I’m tired or not? Let me make it clear one last time, let me go.”
Fu Xuezhou sneered, ” ‘You can never wake up someone who is pretending to sleep,’ so that’s what it means.”
Lou Yan: “…”
He closed his eyes in frustration, his thick and curly eyelashes trembling slightly. Raindrops fell on Lou Yan’s face, flowing down his fair cheeks, beautiful and moving, concealing the coldness beneath. After taking a deep breath, Lou Yan opened his eyes, grabbed Fu Xuezhou’s arm around his neck, and leaned close to Fu Xuezhou’s ear, whispering warningly, “Let me down, I can run on my own, and I’m not slower than you. I’ll cooperate with you as your assistant. Stop messing around and go save Song Yuran. You don’t want that seven million to go to waste, do you?”
Unable to struggle, he quickly changed the topic of conversation, grasping each point more accurately than the last. Fu Xuezhou casually thought that Lou Yan was indeed very smart and quick-witted, able to adapt to any situation. At the same time, apart from the content of Lou Yan’s words, a part of Fu Xuezhou’s mind was also focused on Lou Yan’s lips as he spoke.
His lips barely grazed Fu Xuezhou’s ear, the warm breath causing an itch more discomforting than the piercing pain of punctured eardrums, making Fu Xuezhou struggle to adapt. If he didn’t know Lou Yan wouldn’t do such a thing, Fu Xuezhou would have thought it was Lou Yan subtly and lethally teasing him. Fu Xuezhou’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he recalled last night in bed, where Lou Yan had bitten his lips till they bled, the sweat dampening the pillow while suppressing all sounds and movements.
At that time, Fu Xuezhou felt a bit of pity for Lou Yan, so he didn’t deliberately insert his fingers into Lou Yan’s lips to open them, forcing him to reveal his low moans. Now thinking back, Fu Xuezhou suddenly regretted it—on the bed, that bit of pity was obviously unnecessary.
“This is the road to save her,” Fu Xuezhou replied somewhat casually, suddenly stopping his steps.
The swift wind suddenly turned into a halt, and the huge inertia caused Fu Xuezhou’s silver hair to hit Lou Yan’s arm. Lou Yan felt a bit churned in his stomach. In the next instant, he was released by Fu Xuezhou and fell to the ground.
The sensation of being firmly on the ground instantly relieved the discomfort on Lou Yan’s body. Lou Yan looked at Fu Xuezhou in surprise, apparently not expecting Fu Xuezhou to release him so easily. He quickly took two steps back, his expression unconsciously showing some wariness.
Fu Xuezhou said, “You said you’re not slower than me.”
Lou Yan looked at Fu Xuezhou coldly without saying a word.
Fu Xuezhou’s gaze fell downward. Five hours ago, Lou Yan was a little embarrassed by Fu Xuezhou’s actions. Fu Xuezhou asked, “Can you still run now?”
Lou Yan quickly replied, “Yes.”
He said he could, and Fu Xuezhou believed him. He said indifferently, “Then let me see if you can catch up to my speed.”
After speaking, Fu Xuezhou took two steps forward to Lou Yan, grabbing the back of Lou Yan’s collar and pulling it to look at the ghost marriage contract tattoo on Lou Yan’s back. Lou Yan reacted strongly, slapping Fu Xuezhou’s hand away with a crisp “snap,” his handsome face showing a hint of anger as he growled, “Fu Xuezhou, what are you doing?”
Fu Xuezhou lifted his eyelids to look at Lou Yan. “Haven’t you seen the ghost marriage contract on your back?”
Lou Yan pursed his lips. “…”
He hadn’t indeed seen it.
It’s hard for people to pay attention to what’s behind them unless they intentionally look at themselves in the mirror. Lou Yan had been too focused on washing away the traces of Fu Xuezhou during his shower, his mind and body in an extremely complicated situation, completely forgetting to check the changes in the ghost marriage contract tattoo.
Fu Xuezhou understood the meaning behind Lou Yan’s expression and calmly said, “It hasn’t faded.”
This time, Lou Yan’s expression truly changed dramatically, expressing disbelief from the depths of his heart. “How is that possible!”
Ignoring Fu Xuezhou’s presence, Lou Yan grabbed the back of his own collar to check the ghost marriage contract tattoo on his back, unable to see it clearly. He then ran directly behind Fu Xuezhou, grabbed the hem of Fu Xuezhou’s black shirt, and lifted it up, revealing Fu Xuezhou’s entire pale and muscular back.
Fu Xuezhou lowered his eyes, making no move to stop him. With his hands in his pockets, he allowed Lou Yan to lift his shirt from behind.
In the center of Fu Xuezhou’s back, the pure black palm-sized ghost marriage contract tattoo was quietly branded on his skin—surprisingly, there was no change in color compared to before they had made love.
Lou Yan stared fixedly at the ghost marriage contract tattoo, his face changing color. A mix of gloom and anger, his face turned cold, sending shivers down one’s spine.
F*ck.
If they couldn’t resolve the ghost marriage contract even after making love, then all their plans ahead would be thwarted.
“What’s going on,” Lou Yan released his grip on Fu Xuezhou’s shirt, his tone cold, “You said that as long as we did it, it would fade until it disappeared.”
Fu Xuezhou made a sound of acknowledgment and turned to look at Lou Yan. “The method is correct.”
Lou Yan sneered, “Then why—”
Fu Xuezhou interrupted him, once again saying, “You said your speed wouldn’t be slower than mine.”
After his anger was interrupted, Lou Yan calmed down. He took a deep breath, lips curling into a sly smile. “Right, what, do you want to race?”
It seemed like Fu Xuezhou was waiting for Lou Yan to say that. After Lou Yan finished speaking, Fu Xuezhou nodded directly and said, “There will be consequences for losing.”
He paused for a moment, his back slightly bent, leaning closer to Lou Yan’s ear, his breath faint, each word spoken very softly but clear as an arrow: “If you lose, let me finish inside you.”
Lou Yan’s breath caught.
His clever brain instantly understood why the ghost marriage contract hadn’t faded—Fu Xuezhou hadn’t managed to do it.
What he had somewhat rejoiced during his shower early this morning had unexpectedly rendered last night’s lovemaking futile.
Lou Yan clenched his fist instantly, the pale lips once again flushing with anger. He gently placed his left hand on the back of Fu Xuezhou’s neck, and with his right hand clenched into a fist, he punched Fu Xuezhou’s abdomen heavily. With a cold expression, Lou Yan said slowly, “…Lead the way.”
The outcome of this race could already be anticipated.
Not to mention the difference in strength between Lou Yan and Fu Xuezhou, just considering their physical condition—someone who had been dominated was certainly not going to perform well in running.
And for the sake of resolving the ghost marriage contract, Lou Yan couldn’t refuse the “punishment” of losing.
So both of them knew very well that Lou Yan would lose, but it didn’t stop Lou Yan from punching Fu Xuezhou. This punch was an expression of his anger. Fu Xuezhou’s breath slightly deepened, but he endured it. Standing upright, he glanced at Lou Yan, who was tense all over, prepared for his retaliation. However, Fu Xuezhou didn’t do anything, but chose a direction and quickly left like a bullet leaving the barrel.
Lou Yan pursed his lips and followed closely.
Thanks to the formidable body transformed by the anomaly, Lou Yan could now unleash eighty percent of his fastest speed. What does it feel like to run at full speed? Lou Yan felt even more exhilarated than riding in a motorcycle race. The rapid wind whistled past his ears, and the scenery on both sides blurred as he rapidly retreated. A slight misstep could lead to a collision with a wall or tree—Lou Yan was grateful that there weren’t many pedestrians in this affluent area.
The discomfort of running at high speed was suppressed by the sense of freedom, and Lou Yan quickly adapted to this pace, swiftly catching up to Fu Xuezhou.
Fu Xuezhou glanced back upon hearing the sound, realizing that Lou Yan was only a step behind him. He raised an eyebrow, increasing his speed once again, maneuvering through left and right turns as more and more people surrounded them.
Lou Yan gritted his teeth, determined to keep up the chase.
Through sidewalks, traffic, and malls… Lou Yan’s gaze remained fixed on Fu Xuezhou’s back. The two of them moved like the wind, occasionally surprising pedestrians, but never allowing them to get a clear view.
Most of Lou Yan’s attention was focused on Fu Xuezhou, but just before he lifted his foot for another step, his sense of danger suddenly alerted him.
【Mental Power: 135/140】
Crisis Perception warned Lou Yan of danger nearby.
In the next instant, Lou Yan’s foot touched the ground, and the surrounding scenery instantly changed. The sky became unusually dim and gloomy, sand and rain mixed together, making it look like six or seven in the evening, and there was no one on the road.
Although it was the same tall building, it now looked peculiar and absurd. The buildings were all covered in a layer of gray and looked very dilapidated. The lights in the buildings were pitch black, and each window looked like a malicious eye. Weeds and waste paper were soaked in the rain on the main road, making it desolate and cold everywhere.
Lou Yan slowly stopped and looked around. The skyscrapers looked familiar, but they were full of strangeness and absurdity. Lou Yan looked up at the sky, where the dark clouds churned, abnormally black, but the sky was only dim and gloomy, just like a city after a sandstorm.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery had changed like this. Two words floated up in Lou Yan’s heart.
Fu Xuezhou stopped five steps away from Lou Yan and turned to look at him, his eyes showing a hint of confusion.
Lou Yan said, “Did we… enter a Anomaly Domain?”
“You don’t know?” Fu Xuezhou asked lightly, “The Plastic Man, a Rank A horror, has generated an Anomaly Domain.”
“Furthermore,” Fu Xuezhou tilted his head, “you lost.”
Author’s Note:
Lou Yan: …
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