QT: Against My Will

Chapter 341

341 5.85 – Figuring You Out – The Sleepless’s Elite’s Wife

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Edited by Psycho S.

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She always forgave him, but doing stupid things wasn’t really worth it because the time it took her to forgive him prolonged each time. Because each time, she had to fight with her reationality more than before.

While being bitten, Xuan Mu could somehow converse with his wife without her needing to utter a word, “It’s not a hickey but domestic abuse? No, I won’t report you to the police.”

He missed her to death and didn’t have the strength to reprimand her for her drug addiction. (Says a man with a wife addiction.) Arguments and judgment could be postponed for later.

Bing Shi finally surrendered. Xuan Mu now wanted to cheer her up, but the hard-ass boner between his legs caused his pure intentions to stray.

“I want to go home,” she said with a strained voice, not in a mood for a skyscraper excursion nor any other surprises.

After a long silence, they glared at each other funnily. It felt so strange to be able to guess each other’s thoughts. Their expressions spoke for themselves, any words that would be spoken would be futile. She offered him her scarf, which he of course refused.

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Xuan Mu got out of the car, walked around to open the passenger’s door to throw her over his shoulder. Her body covered the right side of his face alongside the new result of her ‘domestic abuse’, “I fought two men over that presidential suite.”

Quin Yu and the recovered Mo Luwei planned to propose grandiosely to their women inside a seven-star hotel while he had to watch all the way down in the mud? No way! Didn’t his wife like high places? She could enjoy the city view to her heart’s content. On a whim, he made a last-minute reservation, only to realize that she already visited that suite by herself.

Bing Shi didn’t stir and let herself be carried, thinking he would use a private elevator to the suite, just to notice that he took her towards the emergency staircase, “...”

“...And I lost,” he finished his sentence.

Bing Shi widened her eyes slightly, expecting him to trash both men and win. He knew how to get her curiosity piqued. What did he do during her absence? She didn’t ask and kept her silence as a million voices clouded her mind.

As if reading her thoughts, he began to speak about what he did during their separation while walking up the steps in a repetitive, calming way.

She listened carefully. His voice was like a deep lullaby, warm and soothing like the sunset hues that passed through the windows.

He allowed his footsteps to echo off the building. Each footstep rang out like a church bell on a quiet Sunday morning.

While accessing the construction of the staircase, Bing Shi would occasionally check the scenery through the glass panels upside down. This was definitely the worst position for sightseeing.

Xuan Mu knew. It was an odd location for a date, but unable to touch her for such a long period, every place was a dangerous place. This went for positions too. Carrying her like a sack of potatoes was the safest bet at this moment.

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Xuan Mu crouched down for them to take a rest, get some water, and maybe eat some food.

Bing Shi readjusted herself by hooking her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. After doing so, she rested her cheek against his back. This was a better position for sightseeing. This skyscraper was hella high, she could take a nap if it got too arduous.

“...” Xuan Mu widened his eyes as she curled her body around him like a snake, causing his body to heat up. They should work more on their telepathy guessing games to avoid misunderstandings. Never mind. No rest, was it? He stood up with additional baggage on his back, placing a straw into a water bottle, he held it above his shoulder.

Bing Shi parted her lips to take a sip. She could imagine what would happen if they ended up in that presidential suite. Their clothes would fly around, their bodies would end up rolling in the sheets, and the stunning room would suddenly turn into an artist’s studio’s disorganized mess.

She wouldn’t be able to focus on his primal needs when there were all the monsters in her head, which kept telling her she was better off alone, “It’s nice. I like it here.”

“Do you?” Smiling wryly, her hoarse tone chilled his insides. There was mustiness in the air, turning his head to look at her, a sudden damp coldness replaced the natural light in her eyes. It was all choked up behind the clouded expression like an ale behind a cork. Why would her ugly side decide to show up so suddenly?

He always questioned Bing Shi’s intelligence. Why would HQ let her go against people like him-people that were seemingly more powerful? She had cognitive faculties that went beyond intelligence ? the crucial tools of rational thinking. (Those were essentially different things. Intelligence was about brainpower whereas critical thinking was about control.)

His high IQ, if anything, was more prone to irrationality. Despite being a genius, he would still make decisions that could lead to negative outcomes in his life.

No matter how much life wanted to shape her into an evildoer, she would stick to her values strongly and would become a hero just because villains always end up badly, and not because she wanted to save the world. Her rational thinking was null at best and dangerously inhuman at worst, but she was by no means emotionless.

“I might not be smart enough to understand the universe like you, but I do understand enough to be sad,” breaking the silence, she looked past his shoulders, while asking him gently, “Do you want to know what I would ask for if I ever finished my missions?”

“No,” he turned back, his steps suddenly becoming more impatient and his voice wearier, “It would be something I wouldn’t like.”

She giggled, hiding her face back behind his neck, “It’s like a twisted game- our relationship, that is.”

“That’s what makes it fun,” he answered with a soft chuckle, “Doesn’t it?”

“I guess so,” She stroked his bruise with the tips of her fingertips, her voice light like a floating feather and quiet like a gentle breeze, “So much fun that it makes me want to raise a white flag in surrender. Every. Single. Time.”

“Mm, who knew that losing could taste so sweet?” responded Xuan Mu with an unhealthy amount of sarcasm. Sometimes, the real them would become a bit... too real. She lived in his shadow and surrounded herself with very competent people: this made it hard for others to spot her own, unique brilliance.

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The rainbow flame upon the evening sky sat on a summer-fruit hued throne, looking over the earth, stretching out with sepia tones to everyone below and focused particularly on the woman that was being ridden on the back of a man who painstakingly walked up hundreds of steps just to reach the peak of the skyscraper.

Bing Shi blew at the hickey on his neck. She was attempting to cool down the bruise, but, realizing that blowing on the hickey wouldn’t be sufficient enough, she applied some ointment, “Make it disappear please.”

“My new blackmailing material? Never.” Their relationship might look like a twisted game, but it wasn’t. They were just using their couple’s secret language.

Bing Shi tilted his head in her direction, she was this close from capturing his lips with hers, “Pretty please.”

“N.e.v.e.r,” he whispered against her lips. Ah, he loved it, how she never threatened him even though she was more than capable of doing it with success. Such a good girl.

Bing Shi took out her compact makeup and began to apply some foundation on the bruise.

“...” That’s it? Two thousand steps for this? He would much appreciate it if she at least tried to seduce him.

And as if she could hear his wish, she breathed some hot air on the back of his neck, stroking the area she planned to kiss, making him shiver in pleasure.

She licked from the bottom to the top by using only the tip of her tongue very gently, her shaky voice lingered in the air, “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“Mm...” Only she could wound him so deeply. A little was enough to cut through his very core.

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