Chapter 189: My Childhood Friend Can't Possibly Be an Idiot! (25)

At that time, Qi Xingyun laughed dismissively, "He has other women outside, and I've played around with other men too. Don't you think he and I are a perfect match?"

That was the first time He Ming learned that the heart-tearing pain one could feel was actually the taste of regret.

Heavy snow began to fall again in the night.

The snowflakes swirled with the cold wind, landing on the transparent glass window. That chill seemed to pierce through the glass and invade the dark hallway, bringing a biting cold everywhere.

Xiao Baobao had been walking down the hallway for a very, very long time. She had no idea why she had appeared here; after a sudden darkness before her eyes, she found herself in this bizarre space.

Reaching the end of the hall, walking down the stairs, another hallway, followed by more stairs...

She seemed trapped in a loop, endlessly repeating the exact same route. Yet she was terrified to stop—it was far too quiet here, and no matter how she cried out, no one answered.

Xiao Baobao’s eyes were rimmed with red, her soft cheeks pale with fear, making her look like a frightened little rabbit, both adorable and pitiful.

Her skin was delicate, and even the slightest bit of rough handling would leave red marks. In the past, whenever she threw a delicate, tearful tantrum, it would draw the pampering affection of a cold-tempered man like Qi Yuan.

In Qi Yuan's words, she was like a soft candy, making him genuinely want to take a few more bites.

Yet now, there was no sign of anyone around. Even when she used her soft, tear-choked voice to act spoiled, no one came to dote on her.

Suddenly, Xiao Baobao recalled that before her rebirth, she had seemed to appear in this hallway in the exact same inexplicable way. It was right as she was about to step onto the stairs that someone had shoved her from behind.

Xiao Baobao stopped at the head of the stairs. The pitch-black staircase ahead of her seemed fraught with danger, and she suddenly sensed an exceptionally eerie chill coming from behind her.

Having already learned her lesson once, she hurriedly turned around, running right into an outstretched hand.

Xiao Baobao’s eyes widened, "Qi Ye!"

The man, dressed in thin clothing, tilted his head. He blinked, an expression of surprise appearing on his pure and innocent face.

He was probably trying to figure out how she had managed to notice him.

In that fraction of a second, Xiao Baobao suddenly realized who the person that had pushed her before truly was. Trembling all over, her voice grew hoarse from sheer disbelief, "Qi Ye! How could you do this to me! I sacrificed so much for you, so much!"

Xiao Baobao screamed with a complete emotional breakdown, "If it weren't for you, I never would have married Qi Fei in the past! I wouldn't have had the courage to stay in the Qi family, desperately forcing myself to deal with those disgusting Qi family members! How could you... how could you push me down!"

This woman had had her heart utterly shattered, crying out in despair over everything she had sacrificed for him. Anyone with even a shred of a conscience would surely have been moved to pity by a woman so deeply devoted to them.

Xiao Baobao had a best friend whose situation was very similar to hers.

It was clearly her best friend who had saved a young boy in their childhood, but that boy had mistaken her older sister for her when they grew up. Later, when the man found out the truth, he immediately dumped the sister and felt overwhelming regret toward the best friend.

Xiao Baobao had not wanted to tell Qi Ye everything she had done because she didn't want him to love her purely out of gratitude. Yet now, upon discovering that the one who harmed her before her rebirth was him, she collapsed to the absolute limit, crying out the grievances hidden in her heart.

Qi Ye, however, had zero interest in listening. He only caught onto a single keyword—"rebirth."

"So you really were reborn."

In the dim environment, the man's voice was clean and pleasant.

Xiao Baobao, who had been crying bitterly, froze. After letting out a small, involuntary hiccup, she pitifully asked, "Y-you can speak?"

Qi Ye nodded, "I can."

Xiao Baobao’s expression went blank, "Then why... why have you never spoken before?"

Qi Ye answered amiably, "Because using power comes with a price."

Xiao Baobao let out another small hiccup, "Po... wer?"

Everyone had always thought Qi Ye was a mute fool, yet now he was actually talking to her.

She must be the very first person he had ever spoken to.

Xiao Baobao felt a sense of that special treatment, and her heart skipped a beat, speeding up slightly.

Qi Ye split his mouth open in a chilling, eerie smile, "Your hands will leave your body."

Suddenly, Xiao Baobao felt a wave of agony. Both of her arms detached from her torso, landing on the ground alongside splashes of bright red blood, and she let out a piercing scream.

Qi Ye took a step forward, "Your legs will crack piece by piece."

Xiao Baobao could see a web of fractures spreading across her legs. Staring in terror at the man advancing step by step, the man she had chased after for a lifetime had now turned into a terrifying demon.

She shrieked, "Don't come near me, don't—!"

The man rubbed his ear, annoyed by the noise, as the hypocritical smile on his face vanished, "Your tongue will fall to the ground."

The shattered body tumbled down the stairs, becoming a brand-new chapter in a bizarre urban legend.

Late at night.

Bai Yao was jolted awake by a wave of cold air. Reaching out, she brushed against a man's chest and opened her eyes to vaguely see the man wriggling back under the covers.

Sleepily, she asked, "Where did you go?"

Qi Ye could not speak. He anxiously rubbed against her body, letting out low hums. Clearly, he had only just been satisfied not long ago, but now he was impatient all over again.

Bai Yao's sleepiness vanished, and she simply let him have his way.

Qi Ye seemed driven by an urgent, desperate craving, reaching an almost exaggerated degree of impatience. He lowered his head to kiss her, silently inviting her to act as wildly with him as she pleased.

He seemed different today.

Afraid that she would be uncomfortable, Qi Ye tried his absolute best to exercise restraint. Light, fragmented kisses fell softly against the corners of her lips as he hummed gently to coax her, hoping she would lavish a little more affection on him.

After a long while.

Bai Yao felt that her own body was probably about to slip out of the realm of ordinary human limits. Sighing softly, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered something into his ear.

A glint of light flickered in Qi Ye's eyes. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, frantically inhaling her scent.

Wielding dangerous power also stirred his primal instincts.

The deeper his love for her grew, the more uncontrollable this desire became, impossible to resolve through any normal means of his own.

Only her. Only her.

Qi Ye closed his eyes, straining with every fiber of his being to experience the sensation of his very soul being doted on by her. This feeling of being perched on the clouds, enveloped in an all-encompassing favoritism from her, gave him a near-death sense of bliss.

The corners of his lips curved upward as he kissed the skin of her neck. When she complained that it tickled, he only felt happier.

Drowned out by their interweaving breaths was the obsession he repeated over and over again in the depths of his mind:

"Yaoyao, Yaoyao, Yaoyao, Yaoyao—"

"Let's go even more mad together."