When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 129

Volume Six: The Years I Wasn’t Human

Trap

Her heartbeat was like thunder, deafening.

Sang Er was startled by her own frenzied heartbeat.

Wen Nuan also heard Sang Er’s abnormally loud heart and curled her lips, “Little Ears, your heart is beating so fast, what’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”

Sang Er shot upright with a “swoosh,” her face a little flustered, and she stammered, “No… I’m fine.”

“Then why is your face so red?” Wen Nuan raised her hand to touch her forehead. “Do you have a fever?”

“Or could it be…” The corner of her eye tilted up slightly, “you’re shy?”

“Shy.. shy?”

Having lived this long, Sang Er didn’t know what shyness was. How could she be shy?

She looked at Wen Nuan’s clear eyes, opened her mouth, but the words that came out were the complete opposite of what she was thinking in her head, “…En.”

Wen Nuan smiled, “What are you shy about?”

She looked down at her chest, “What I have, you have too.”

Sang Er blinked, “It’s not that.”

“What isn’t?”

Sang Er pointed at Wen Nuan’s chest and said seriously, “This part of you is bigger than mine, and it smells better too.”

The light in Wen Nuan’s eyes gradually grew ambiguous and dark, “Then do you like it?”

Sang Er’s eyes were a little flustered, her throat tightened, and she couldn’t speak.

Wen Nuan took hold of her already clenched hand, her fingertips hooking her palm, teasing it again and again.

She was luring Sang Er, “Little Ears, do you like me?”

Sang Er’s eyes widened, speechless.

She didn’t know what to say. She did like Wen Nuan, but this sentence was suddenly so hard to say out loud.

Because she always felt that the “like” Wen Nuan spoke of was different from the “like” in her own understanding. As for where the difference lay, she didn’t know.

Wen Nuan lowered her eyes, looking at her full, red lips. She seemed to have been startled, her lips slightly parted, which just happened to give her an opportunity.

Her patience was truly limited, so she didn’t want to wait anymore, especially since she sensed a crisis. Even if that potential crisis wouldn’t have a great impact on her, she still had to strike first to gain the upper hand¹.

She was an immature hunter, unable to wait for the prey to jump into the trap on its own.

Wen Nuan felt that perhaps she was more suited to taking the offensive, just as she had taught “her” back then.

Sang Er’s eyes flew open, feeling the touch on her lips in disbelief.

Wen Nuan’s right palm clasped the back of her neck tightly, making it impossible for her to move at all.

Her left hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her into an embrace. Their bodies pressed closer, and the faint, clean fragrance from Wen Nuan’s body, along with her supple lips/tongue, invaded her entire body² and her already accelerating heart with a powerful possessiveness.

Sang Er’s eyes were wide, feeling the real touch. That fierce attack continuously ignited the flames in her body/physique. This feeling was just like her special ability running rampant.

Before her eyes were Wen Nuan’s delicate skin and long eyelashes, every flutter hooking her into a state of agitation.

Suddenly, her vision blurred, and it was as if she had lost control of her own body.

She was plundering everything from her.

Her clothes seemed to have been pulled out.

That palm was scorching, and the heat made her heart tremble.

Her earlobe was enveloped by warmth. She could feel the slight pain from teeth gently biting her earlobe, causing her body to shudder.

Sang Er’s consciousness became increasingly muddled. She seemed to hear Wen Nuan chuckle lightly by her ear.

“Not small at all.”

What’s not small?

Where is it not small?

Her mind was a blank slate, her consciousness completely stirred into chaos by Wen Nuan’s actions.

Click——

Sang Er vaguely heard the sound of metal colliding.

She wanted to raise her head to look, but she simply couldn’t resist that person’s invasion.

Sang Er felt powerless and let out a soft, mushy sound she had never heard herself make before.

“Wen… Wen Nuan…”

Their fingers intertwined tightly, fitting together perfectly.

Wen Nuan looked at her dazed eyes and pecked her lips lightly, “Mn, I’m here.”

She watched Sang Er breathing with her mouth open, the scene becoming somewhat uncontrollable.

“Ding ling—— Ding ling——”

The communicator on the table let out a piercing ring. Someone was calling for Sang Er, and it sounded very urgent.

The ringing startled the dazed and lost Sang Er. Thinking it was something urgent, she abruptly pushed the person on top of her away. Without regard for her clothes that were almost completely taken off, she scrambled to answer the communicator.

“Sang Er, this is Gao Zhengwu. Doctor An Min wants to see Xiao Lin. You two come to the laboratory at once.”

Sang Er, panting heavily, responded, “…Okay.”

Gao Zhengwu hung up immediately after he finished speaking.

Sang Er stood rigidly on the floor, placed the communicator on the table, and looked down at her clothes.

Her jacket had been taken off, the short-sleeved shirt underneath had been lifted up, the clasp on the back of her bra had been undone, and even the button and zipper of her pants had been opened. It was easy to guess what that person had wanted to do next.

As her consciousness gradually cleared, Sang Er remembered what she and Wen Nuan had just done, and also… did she just push Wen Nuan away?

She whirled around abruptly. There was no one on the bed!

Sang Er immediately looked below the bed. Wen Nuan was lying on the floor, her face ashen, looking very peaceful.

She immediately walked over, pulled Wen Nuan up, and asked with concern, “Did you hit yourself anywhere?”

My heart. I hit my heart.

Something that was about to come to fruition naturally³ had been abruptly interrupted. Wen Nuan felt that if she were a man, she would have gone limp⁴ on the spot.

Wen Nuan waved her hand and sighed, “I’m fine.”

She looked at Sang Er and saw her averting her gaze, likely not wanting to bring up what had just happened. She could only change the subject, “Who was that just now?”

Seeing that she didn’t mention the previous matter, Sang Er breathed a sigh of relief. “It was Leader Gao. Doctor An Min wants us to go to the laboratory.”

“Okay, we…” Wen Nuan got up, fastened her clothes, and walked outside, “…let’s go.”

Sang Er looked at Wen Nuan’s back and bit her lip.

“Hiss…” Sang Er touched her lips, which were a little red and swollen.

The two of them went to the laboratory in mutual silence, barely speaking along the way.

【Are you okay?】 the system comforted.

Wen Nuan sighed, “Not really.”

Anyone interrupted in the heat of passion would feel very uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.

【You can’t rush this kind of thing. Relax.】

“I know,” Wen Nuan looked at Sang Er, who was walking behind her with her head bowed, lost in thought about who knows what. She looked very troubled.

She took a step back to walk beside her, “What are you thinking about?”

Sang Er paused and shook her head abruptly, “Nothing, I’m not thinking about anything.”

“Little Ears, you can’t fool me.” Wen Nuan grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, “So, don’t lie to me.”

Sang Er didn’t dare to look into her eyes and could only lower her head without speaking.

As long as I don’t speak, Wen Nuan won’t realize I’m lying.

“Don’t think you can get away with silence,” Wen Nuan was a few centimeters taller than her. Looking at the round top of her head, she sighed helplessly, “Are you very angry?”

Sang Er’s eyes shifted, not understanding the meaning of Wen Nuan’s question.

“Little Ears, I kissed you, are you angry?”

Sang Er lifted her head, her eyes wide. Her ink-black pupils shimmered with moisture, filled with shock and bewilderment.

“Little Ears, I touched you, are you angry?”

Wen Nuan touched her slightly parted lips, “Little Ears, I like you, would you be angry?”

“…What?” Sang Er thought she had misheard. “Wen Nuan, what did you… just say?”

“Sang Er.”

Wen Nuan used her full name, which meant she was being very serious now.

She pondered for a moment, “I love you.”

Once the words were out, it was surprisingly easy.

Wen Nuan had thought it would be very difficult to say, very heavy, but now she suddenly felt that it wasn’t as hard to say as she had imagined. It turned out she had already rehearsed it in her heart many times, which was why she could say “I love you” so simply and easily.

“I love you, Sang Er.”

Sang Er looked at Wen Nuan in disbelief, her originally bright eyes instantly dimming a great deal.

She fell into a somewhat sorrowful silence, then asked in a low voice, “What do you like about me?”

Wen Nuan was stunned by her question.

Seeing her not answer, a thin layer of sorrow welled up in Sang Er’s eyes, “See, you can’t say it yourself.”

“I….”

Just as Wen Nuan was about to explain, she was abruptly interrupted by Sang Er.

“You’re very good to me, I know. If you hadn’t saved me back then, I probably would have been bitten to death by zombies long ago.”

When the apocalypse broke out, she was scratched by a zombie and abandoned by people in a derelict house, left to fend for herself⁵.

At that time, Sang Er thought she was going to die, but then Wen Nuan appeared. She wasn’t afraid of the fever she had after being bitten by the zombie, nor did she disdain her as a burden⁶, even when everyone told Wen Nuan to give up on her, to leave her on the side of the road and not bother, Wen Nuan never let go of her hand.

And she had turned out to be promising. She didn’t turn into a zombie, nor was she burned to death. Instead, she activated a fire-type special ability. Relying on this fire-type ability and her reckless fighting style, she leaped to become one of the top ability users in the base. Even Chu Han couldn’t face her head-on.

Because she always believed that as long as she was very capable, very strong, no one could ever again persuade Wen Nuan to give up on her. She would protect Wen Nuan; she would not become Wen Nuan’s burden.

But this was all she could do. After all, compared to what Wen Nuan had done for her, it was simply insignificant.

She was like a stray wildcat that Wen Nuan had casually saved. She hid in a filthy haystack, looking up at the high and mighty Wen Nuan.

“You have an outstanding background, you’re well-educated, beautiful, and have a good, kind personality. Not like me, an orphan from the mountains, I haven’t had many years of schooling and I’m not well-educated, I’m not good-looking, and my personality is coarse and barbaric. The Mu Xuan I picked up is also a burden. For the two of us to have survived until now, and to even be friends with someone like you, I’m already very content,” Sang Er said urgently.

People always say, the more you want, the more you will lose, so she didn’t dare to hope for too much.

“So, are you rejecting me?” Wen Nuan couldn’t be bothered to listen to Sang Er’s self-deprecating words and asked bluntly.

Sang Er opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

She didn’t want to reject Wen Nuan’s affection. On the contrary, she was ecstatic that Wen Nuan liked her, so much so that she wanted to cry her eyes out.

But the tears stopped in her eyes, the words were stuck in her throat. All these reactions were telling her:

Are you worthy?

Are you worthy of Wen Nuan’s affection?

You once promised to protect Wen Nuan well, but did you do it?

Wen Nuan self-detonated in front of you, and you were even more powerless than Chu Han, completely useless!

So, are you worthy of Wen Nuan’s affection?

Wen Nuan watched Sang Er’s departing back, feeling a little panicked.

She hadn’t received Sang Er’s agreement, nor had she received her rejection.

Sang Er was running away from her affection.

The system let out a long sigh: 【Blackening value has increased. The female lead’s current blackening value is 5.2!】

Wen Nuan’s gaze was dark and obsessive. She sighed softly, “Slowly, slowly.”

The hunter’s intentions have been exposed. Next is to wait for the prey to imprison itself⁷.

From beginning to end, Wen Nuan had always believed in her love for her—it was direct and passionate, unrestrained and wild.

She needed a little time, and then the rose would slowly bloom.

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