“Ji Chaoxi, I won’t let you die. Our matter isn’t over yet.”
“Alright. Stop crying. Eat first. Only after eating will you have the strength to cry.”
Ye Jiming brought over a damp towel and wiped away the tear stains on her face. When he was done, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips.
He stood up and looked at those wet, glassy eyes.
They were pure and clear, like they had never been tainted by darkness—without a single impurity.
It was not something that could be faked.
Something in his heart moved slightly.
He placed the towel on the coffee table, then cupped the back of her neck.
Unable to restrain himself, he lowered his head again.
Their breathing tangled.
Soft and lingering.
Ji Chaoxi unconsciously tightened her grip on the coat over her legs. Her heartbeat missed a beat.
So kissing could be this gentle too?
Such a strange feeling.
Ye Jiming… had also become strange.
What kind of revenge was this?
Ah. Right.
It was the kind that first gave the best things, and then destroyed them all, leaving only the worst behind.
The system had said this kind of psychological blow could completely ruin a person.
If that was the case, then she could keep this tenderness in her heart.
With these beautiful memories, even if she had to face torture later, she would not be afraid.
She closed her eyes.
Her tongue moved slightly.
She wanted to take in a little more of that gentleness.
Ye Jiming’s dark eyes deepened instantly.
The restrained beast inside him abruptly awakened.
His breath hitched.
The last strand of reason forcefully locked the beast back down.
Ye Jiming suddenly lifted his head.
His chest rose and fell violently several times before he steadied himself.
Ji Chaoxi thought she had done something wrong.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Ye Jiming frowned.
“Why are you apologizing?”
Ji Chaoxi bit her lip, unable to explain. She lowered her gaze and did not dare look at him.
She looked pitiful—wronged, fragile.
It made one’s heart soften, and also made one want to bully her even more.
Ye Jiming endured it, turned away, and went to the kitchen.
He brought the food out to the coffee table, then pulled her onto his lap and picked up a chopstick of food, bringing it to her lips.
“Come on. Open your mouth.”
“I can do it myself.”
Ji Chaoxi struggled, embarrassed, trying to get down from his lap.
Ye Jiming tightened his hold.
His voice suddenly turned low and hoarse.
“Don’t move. Or I’ll feed you with my mouth.”
The hidden implication made Ji Chaoxi freeze instantly. She held her breath and did not dare move again.
She slowly ate from the chopsticks.
Her cheeks puffed slightly as she chewed, making no sound at all—like even the slightest movement might provoke him.
Ye Jiming saw through her thoughts.
A faint smile tugged at his lips as he calmly fed her through the entire meal.
“You can’t eat too much at night. You’ll feel uncomfortable.”
He set down the chopsticks.
Then tilted his head and bit her fair neck.
His teeth rubbed lightly, not too hard.
A wave of numb tingling shot through her body, making Ji Chaoxi’s breathing乱ed instantly.
Ye Jiming stood up and carried her straight into the bathroom.
He produced toiletries out of nowhere and placed them on the sink.
“Baby, wash up first. I’ll run the bath water. Take a good soak later and sleep well.”
Ji Chaoxi obediently washed up.
From the mirror, she saw him filling the bathtub. Thoughts she should not have suddenly surfaced, and her ears turned redder and redder.
She felt like she had also become strange.
At this moment, she was no longer as afraid of her inevitable ending.
Although Ye Jiming said he would not let her die, she still believed the system more.
She believed in fate.
The current Ye Jiming was too good to her—so good it made her unafraid of death.
After she finished washing, someone else was already beside her.
Before she could speak, a hand reached for her collar, long fingers unbuttoning it.
Ji Chaoxi stepped back, clutching her clothes.
“I can do it myself.”
Ye Jiming had just been thinking of letting her do it herself.
But now, seeing her startled little rabbit-like reaction, the darkness in him stirred again.
A teasing smile appeared on his lips as he watched her in silence.
The pressure was overwhelming.
Ji Chaoxi hesitated, then slowly returned to her original position.
Her eyelashes trembled.
Obedient to the point of being unbearable.
His long fingers slowly unbuttoned each button.
Revealing snow-white skin.
Then pants. Shoes.
Enjoyment and restraint twisted together.
His throat bobbed.
Ye Jiming forced down the raging beast inside him, then suddenly lifted her into the bathtub.
Warm water spilled outward immediately.
Ji Chaoxi shrank into a ball in the water, not knowing where to look.
Ye Jiming rubbed her hair once, then calmly stood up.
Calmly washed up.
Calmly took off his clothes.
Calmly stepped into the bathtub.
And then—
was no longer calm at all.
Steam surged.
Water spilled everywhere.
The temperature dropped outside, but inside the room, it only rose higher and higher.
The cold night passed.
Warm sunlight slowly rose.
Even in the apocalypse, sunlight still remained warm and comforting, giving humanity endless hope.
In the bedroom.
Ji Chaoxi was asleep.
The man held her in his arms, eyes filled with satisfied pleasure.
Last night, he had not intended to go that far.
But she had been too obedient.
Too… inviting.
He had planned to stop after once—but she had not resisted at all.
When he kissed her, she would open her lips.
She would whimper softly.
She would cling to his arm.
She would even bite his shoulder…
This… he really couldn’t take it.
He did not know why she had suddenly become so obedient.
But he liked it.
Liked it so much he wanted to crush her into his arms.
Her eyelashes were long and soft, like a small fan.
The more he looked, the more he liked her.
He lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on her eyelid.
Ji Chaoxi slept peacefully.
Even the nightmares that usually haunted her did not appear.
When she woke up, the room was empty.
A set of clothes was placed by her pillow.
A soft white sweater, black pants, a light brown windbreaker, and comfortable black boots.
She looked at them.
She could not find her own clothes.
After touching the fabric and confirming it was soft, she hesitated for a long time before putting them on.
They fit perfectly.
Just as she finished changing, the door opened.
She startled and turned around.
Ye Jiming had again taken the appearance of Bai Xuan.
His eyes lit up the moment he saw her.
He walked over and looked her up and down.
Nodding in satisfaction.
“Not bad. Very beautiful. Fits perfectly.”
Ji Chaoxi felt slightly uneasy looking at Bai Xuan’s face.
“Thank you.”
Ye Jiming lifted her chin and kissed her already healed red lips.
“I’ve got some not-so-good news. Want to hear it?”
His eyes were like a deep whirlpool.
Ji Chaoxi followed his lead.
“I want to hear it.”
Ye Jiming looked straight into her eyes.
“Feng Ruijie got drunk last night, fought with another ability user team, and was seriously injured. He’s in the Yuzhou hospital now. The condition is bad—he might die.”
Ji Chaoxi frowned slightly and glanced at him quickly before looking away.
She suspected it had something to do with him—but she did not dare ask.
After a long pause, she nodded.
“Mhm.”
Only then did she realize she should respond properly.
She quickly added another “mm” to show she understood.
Ye Jiming was satisfied.
But something inside him stirred again.
“Baby, will you be sad?”
Ji Chaoxi shook her head.
“No. I only thought of one thing—no one knows whether tomorrow or accident comes first.”
Ye Jiming laughed softly.
“I thought you and him were close. I assumed you’d be sad.”
Ji Chaoxi looked at him.
“Do you want me to be sad?”
He paused for half a second.
“No.”
“Then I won’t be sad.”
The corners of her lips lifted slightly—just a little.
Impossible to suppress.
Ye Jiming pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard.
“Then… will you secretly go heal him?”
“I already treated him once last night. I won’t go again.”
“Mm. I believe my baby.”
But Ji Chaoxi could hear the disbelief in his tone.
She also knew she had already lost credibility with him last night.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
“Really, I won’t go.”
Ye Jiming clearly enjoyed her initiative.
In a low voice, he coaxed,
“Baby, kiss me again.”
She obediently kissed him once more.
Then quickly changed the topic.
“I’m hungry. Can I eat now?”