Xiao Ran clenched her fists, barely restraining herself from an outburst. She cleared her throat and said, “Miss Hua, Xiaomeng has just woken up and her mental state is still not good. Please do not disturb her rest.”
Your gossiping here is not a disturbance, but my presence is, is that it? You were calling her ‘Miss Chi’ before, and now it is ‘Xiaomeng.’ That change in address was quick.
Hua Xian pouted: “I also want Mengmeng to have some peace, but she cannot leave me, can you, Mengmeng?”
Chi Meng’s face was buried in her chest. She mumbled a muffled “Mm,” and Hua Xian became even more smug.
Xiao Ran’s face was ugly, and the look in her eyes toward Hua Xian carried blatant disgust. She opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing, turning and walking out.
As the door closed, Chi Meng lifted her head from Hua Xian’s chest: “You drove Dr. Xiao away.”
Hua Xian: “… How was it me who drove her away? I did not do anything.”
Chi Meng softly hmph-ed, rubbed her face against Hua Xian’s chest, found a comfortable position to lie in, and closed her eyes.
She thinks I cannot tell? She did it on purpose, a schemer!
But Chi Meng was too lazy to say anything. She was exhausted, utterly exhausted. She did not even have the strength to speak.
Hua Xian gently moved her and sat down on the bed, allowing her to sleep more comfortably. Perhaps because she had expended so much mental energy earlier, the sound of even breathing soon came from Hua Xian’s arms.
Hua Xian looked down. Chi Meng was nestled in her embrace like a kitten. Even her breathing was shallow. Her lips were still pale, but her cheeks were faintly pink because her fever had not entirely broken. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her double eyelids were barely noticeable.
Hua Xian reached out to brush the fallen hair back, then touched her face. Chi Meng seemed to sense it, rubbing her face against Hua Xian’s hand and murmuring indistinctly, “Older sister, do not leave me…” You are all I have.
“I will not leave you. I will always be with you, go to sleep now, behave.”
Receiving her affirmation, Chi Meng finally felt at ease. Her hand gently gripped Hua Xian’s clothes, looking much more relaxed.
Skin to skin, the negative energy from Chi Meng still affected her to some extent, but it was within a tolerable range. If she did not deliberately focus on it, it was almost negligible.
It seems that nightmare was not entirely without benefit.
Xiao Jiu said Chi Meng was taking one step back toward self-isolation and one step forward toward madness and possession. Now, it seemed that after the torment and struggle, her choice was leaning toward the latter.
She was a very kind person. Her external aloofness and arrogance were purely for self-protection. For her to make such a choice, it was clear how far Chi Xiaohai had pushed her.
Thinking of this, Hua Xian held Chi Meng even tighter, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead.
Whatever you want to do, I will stand by you. Even if we fall into the abyss, I will be there with you.
Afterward, Hua Xian chuckled, finding her own thoughts somewhat chuunibyou, like a middle school student’s.
Chi Meng slept soundly. When she woke up, the sky was already dark. Hua Xian, exhausted, had also fallen asleep, but as soon as she felt the slight movement of the person in her arms, she woke up instantly.
“Did you sleep enough?” Hua Xian shifted the woman upward, and Chi Meng’s face was directly opposite hers.
The distance between them was minimal; their lips could touch with the slightest movement. Chi Meng stared at her for a few seconds, then leaned in and kissed her lips.
Plump and pink, they look very kissable.
Hua Xian was a little worried about hospital staff walking in. She was distracted and not fully focused, and Chi Meng bit her in dissatisfaction, then turned her face and kissed her harder.
“Look at me!”
Hua Xian lowered her eyes, helplessly saying, “Okay~”
She then closed her eyes, focused on the kiss, and slowly responded to Chi Meng. There were few wards on this floor, so it was quiet. There might have been footsteps in the corridor, but who cared?
Lips and teeth entangled, Hua Xian’s thoughts became muddled. She even forgot that this was a hospital room, allowing Chi Meng to be unrestrained.
It was not until a cool sensation touched the skin of her chest that her rationality returned slightly.
“Mengmeng, this is a hospital…!”
Hua Xian’s voice changed pitch mid-sentence, letting out a short gasp. Chi Meng grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, leaning close to her ear and saying, “Is this not perfect? Hospital play.”
Hua Xian: … I did not mean you should literally play in a hospital!
“Mmh!”
A sharp pain in her ear instantly brought Hua Xian back to reality. Chi Meng’s breath fanned her neck, causing her to shiver, and her body slightly arched.
“Saying no with your mouth…”
Chi Meng’s fingers lightly stroked her neck, her eyes seeming to hold a burning fire. A tingling sensation shot from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. Hua Xian subconsciously tried to shrink back, but the hand on her waist held her tightly, leaving no room to move.
A slender, pale finger pressed onto her collarbone, followed by a wet, warm sensation. Hua Xian had just been thinking that Chi Meng had not bitten her today when a sharp sting struck her collarbone.
… I celebrated too soon.
Chi Meng had a pair of sharp canine teeth. With a little force, she could pierce Hua Xian’s delicate skin. She used her tongue to lick away the seeping blood, then kissed Hua Xian.
A faint metallic taste filled her mouth. Hua Xian swallowed and focused on the kiss.
It was exactly the same as before, a very simple kiss, yet Hua Xian felt something different—Chi Meng’s trust in her seemed to have deepened.
There was no basis for it, just a pure intuition.
A gust of wind blew, causing the curtains to sway gently. The heavy rain had just stopped, and the temperature was still cool, but the two on the hospital bed seemed oblivious.
Hua Xian did not know how she ended up on the bed. By the time she realized it, she was almost completely devoured, yet only moments ago she had been fully dressed.
She had slept the entire afternoon holding Chi Meng without taking off her shoes, yet in the blink of an eye, everything was gone except her socks.
Chi Meng did not care what Hua Xian was thinking. She only knew that she was thirsty and desperately wanted to possess the person in front of her, to crush her and embed her into her own flesh and blood, so that Hua Xian would completely belong to her.
Her life was a mess, and the nightmare persisted, but she was no longer afraid. The moment she opened her eyes, she thought: she would drag everyone who had hurt her into hell.
That dark thought sprouted in her heart and grew wildly. She could not suppress it. Or perhaps, she did not want to suppress it at all.
Later, she felt that perhaps she was inherently such a dark person. She had merely been restraining herself before. The person who now wanted to drag everyone down with her was the real her.
But the moment she saw Hua Xian, she was confused. If she was rotten and festering, would Hua Xian still stay by her side?
She had no answer.
Perhaps the answer was obvious, but she dared not delve into it. She could only brand Hua Xian, making her her own property for life.
A shadow of malice flashed in her eyes. Chi Meng looked up at Hua Xian, pecked her on the lips, and said with an innocent expression: “Older sister, you will stay with me forever, right?”