Chapter 80: Xiao Qi, you’re sick

“Xiao Qi, you saw everything.”

The familiar gentle, mature voice echoed softly in the cramped bedroom.

If it were any other day, hearing Elder Sister Wen Yin’s unique, alluring tone would have made Su Qi overjoyed.

But at this moment, in this room filled with sickly photos, hearing this sudden gentle call, Su Qi, whose mind was just beginning to retreat, felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss.

Elder Sister Wen Yin, she… is back? Standing right behind me?

To confirm whether the voice was real, in the next instant, Su Qi slowly turned his little head, frame by frame, his movements stiff with terror.

And then he saw her—at some point, Elder Sister Wen Yin had closed the door and was now standing behind him.

Unlike her usual plain and conservative appearance, the Wen Yin before him now seemed to have come straight from the Saint Ruins after chasing him down, still wearing that eye-catching Queen Outfit.

However, at this moment, her black, bewitching skirt was dotted with twigs and wood chips from her rush, and her flawless legs, no longer wrapped in black silk, had faint scratches from the little bits and pieces clinging to them.

Though slightly disheveled, there was a wild, seductive allure.

Su Qi’s gaze slowly moved upward from those long, beautiful legs, and finally landed on Wen Yin’s face.

Just one glance, and Su Qi, who had turned back, froze on the spot, his pupils trembling violently.

Because from Su Qi’s upward angle, on Wen Yin’s delicate and beautiful face, though her lips still wore a faint smile, those gentle phoenix eyes from before now seemed to harbor a shadow as dark as a corrupted anime character.

Just looking at them made one sense a maelstrom of emotions—anger, sickness, danger…

Since childhood, Su Qi had always seen only the gentle side of Elder Sister Wen Yin.

Now, faced with her in this state—perhaps the contrast was too great—he could only feel his knees go weak.

At that moment, Su Qi was deeply thankful he had just gone to the bathroom.

Otherwise, he might have really… really…

“Wen… Wen Yin-jie, you’re back? I just got back from the Saint Ruins too, Wen Yin-jie, you wouldn’t believe what happened—” Forcing down his fear, Su Qi tried to break the awkward silence with a stammering voice.

But before he could finish, he felt Elder Sister Wen Yin, who stood behind him, slowly lean closer.

Her soft body, carrying an Orchid Scent, gently wrapped around him.

A springy, jelly-like sensation pressed warmly against his back.

Any other time, with Wen Yin-jie being this close, Su Qi would have been over the moon.

But right now, with her gentle touch and that complicated, unreadable gaze resting on his shoulder,

Su Qi felt more fear than excitement.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably; his slightly parted lips quivered, unable to form a single word.

“Xiao Qi, I’m so glad you came back safely. But… are you afraid of me right now?”

As the room grew ever quieter, that gentle, mature voice rang out once more.

Hearing the question, Su Qi was scared out of his wits but still prepared to shake his head and deny it.

After all, Wen Yin-jie’s state was clearly unstable. If he pushed her too far, something terrible might happen!

But just as Su Qi was about to speak, Wen Yin-jie murmured softly,

“Xiao Qi, don’t rush to deny it. You’re shaking right now.”

As she spoke, Gu Wen Yin gently lifted Su Qi, who was sitting on the floor, and slowly carried him towards the bed he had always longed for, speaking as she walked.

“Xiao Qi, did you know? From the very first time we met, I fell in love with you.”

Hearing Wen Yin-jie’s confession-like words, Su Qi felt deeply conflicted.

On the one hand, being confessed to by an older girl he secretly admired was thrilling.

But looking around at the room filled with Sickly Love, and seeing her abnormal state,

Su Qi, as a normal person, felt more fear than happiness.

Wen Yin-jie gently laid Su Qi, dressed in a bright red Phoenix Dress, on the bed as if he were a precious treasure. With a sickly smile on her lips, she reached out and stroked Su Qi’s head.

“Xiao Qi, because I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to handle it, I endured year after year, waiting until you were an adult. But you’ve been naughty, haven’t you? Hehehe, not only hiding secrets from your Older Sister, but also sneaking off to join the Brave Adventurer Group and almost getting hurt. You’ve even been flirting with other girls and ignoring me. That makes me so sad, you know?”

As she spoke, Wen Yin-jie’s slender, delicate fingers slid from Su Qi’s head to his glossy, cherry lips.

Then, as her gaze inadvertently swept over the Ring on Su Qi’s hand, her already sickly expression grew unstable.

“Hehehe, but… but what I really can’t stand is that now, Xiao Qi, you’re actually afraid of me. Is it because of these photos, or this Body Pillow? All of these are my love for you—can’t you feel it? Xiao Qi, you’re not thinking of leaving me, are you?”

“I’m sorry, Xiao Qi, but I can’t hold back any longer. This time, I won’t let you go again. Let’s stay together forever, okay? Xiao Qi, I love you, Xiao Qi~ Xiao Qi—”

Watching Wen Yin-jie’s state grow ever more unhinged, her phoenix eyes brimming with a sickly, dangerous pink, and her tail—when had she grown a tail?—somehow coiled around his waist, sensing the danger growing, Su Qi instinctively reached out his hands to keep some distance, trying to reason.

“Wen Yin-jie, calm dow—”

But in the next second,

Ka-chak~

With a crisp sound, a silver pair of Handcuffs snapped around Su Qi’s wrists.

Before he could react, he was pushed onto the bed by Wen Yin-jie, and the handcuffs just happened to latch onto the corner of the bed, leaving Su Qi unable to move his hands at all.

When she saw Su Qi rendered helpless, Wen Yin-jie’s phoenix eyes glimmered with an enchanting pink.

Under Su Qi’s shocked gaze, she slithered up from the foot of the bed like a beautiful serpent.

Every time she moved a little closer, a soft, warm article of clothing with the Orchid Scent fell to the floor.

By the time she reached Su Qi’s side, Wen Yin-jie looked more stunning than ever.

“Xiao Qi, being afraid of your Older Sister is an illness, you know. Don’t worry, let me treat you.”

“Wen Yin… mmph—”

Gently tucking a stray hair behind her ear, Gu Wen Yin spoke with her usual gentle tone.

But as she did, she swallowed every word Su Qi tried to utter.

As she savored Su Qi’s sweetness, her flawless, unadorned legs stealthily found their way to Su Qi’s legs beneath the Bride dress.

In a sea of celebratory red, two pairs of long, pale legs intertwined in breathtaking beauty. The room’s atmosphere quickly became intoxicating.

“Mmm… Wen Yin-jie, don’t be like this, I… I’m scared.”

Ten minutes later, finally given a moment to breathe, Su Qi trembled from head to toe.

Though being so close to Wen Yin-jie felt wonderful and addictive, with her in this state, she was like a hungry wolf gazing at a helpless rabbit—downright terrifying!

When she heard Su Qi admit his fear, Gu Wen Yin, her lips still dewy, pouted in clear displeasure, her eyes growing ever more deranged.

“Xiao Qi, you really are sick. On that stormy night, April 25th, seven years ago, you promised that you’d never be afraid as long as you were with me. But now you’re scared of me? You really must be ill. I’ll have to intensify your treatment.”

“Don’t worry, your Older Sister will be ever so gentle in treating you.”