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I understood immediately; the implication was that if something happened on my way home this late, it would also implicate him.
I knew he wouldn't say anything nice.
I pouted, feeling a bit unhappy, and took out my phone to check where the driver was.
"Eh?" The phone still displayed that it was searching for nearby vehicles, which meant the driver had likely canceled the ride.
I looked at Beiqing with some helplessness.
"Should we wait a bit longer?"
"No need."
He pulled me to a secluded corner and wrapped an arm around my waist.
The warmth of his palm made me jump back like a startled rabbit.
"What are you doing?"
He looked at me with clear eyes, appearing somewhat innocent.
"Going home."
I suddenly remembered how he had appeared behind me last time when I was about to open the door.
Alright, I admit I still hadn't fully adjusted to this being with superpowers or divine abilities.
Because of my earlier overreaction, I felt a bit embarrassed.
"Uh... how... how do we go back..."
He reached out again, but after the lesson from the first time, he didn't hold on too tightly.
"Hold me."
I obediently wrapped my arms around his neck, but I also dared not get too close.
Even so, I could still catch a faint, cool scent from him.
Suddenly, the scene before my eyes changed, beginning to retreat rapidly, so fast that I could only see shadows, until finally there were only vague shapes and colors left.
My brain couldn't process such a scene all at once; my ears buzzed, and I started to feel dizzy.
"Close your eyes." Noticing my discomfort, Beiqing said in a low voice beside me.
I shut my eyes, and the sensation of weightlessness made me instinctively tighten my grip around his arm.
Soon, all discomfort vanished, and my feet were firmly back on the ground.
How amazing.
I opened my eyes, stretched lazily, and ungracefully nestled into the sofa while scrolling through my phone. Just then, I saw that the movie I had been looking forward to was premiering this weekend.
I excitedly sat up.
"Beiqing, have you seen any movies? There's a new one coming out this weekend. Do you want to go together?"
"Sure." He turned on the light and went to the kitchen.
I lay back on the sofa and continued scrolling through my phone.
"Let's eat."
I sat at the dining table, feeling a bit strange. "Why aren't you eating first since it's so late?"
He glanced at me and replied calmly, "Waiting for you."
Not knowing how to respond, I could only say, "Oh."
For some reason, I felt a strange sensation in my heart.
On the weekend, I went with Beiqing to a cinema in the city center to watch a premiere.
The cinema was packed with people.
The movie was fantastic, resonating with most of the audience, and it received rave reviews on Weibo.
After the show, it was already dark outside, and Beiqing and I strolled along the street.
I noticed a couple by the roadside, intimately leaning against each other, gazing into each other's eyes, their reflections visible in one another's gaze.
I bit my lip, feeling envious.
Rationality and emotion often clash; although I always say I don't want to be in a relationship, seeing others so sweetly in love still stirs something within me.
As I was lost in thought watching them, I suddenly felt a weight on my shoulder. I turned my head in surprise and saw a hand with distinct knuckles casually resting there.
I stiffened and looked up at the person beside me. He was a head taller than me, and from my angle, I could only see his perfectly curved jawline.
I quickly averted my gaze, my face burning up, and my voice came out as a mere whisper.
"...What are you doing?"
He lowered his head, looking at me with confusion.
"Aren't you envious of them? Wouldn't this be better?"
Hearing this, my face burned even more, not from embarrassment, but from awkwardness.
A straight man for ages, this makes it even harder for me. I silently grasped his wrist and placed it back where it was.
After doing this, I turned my head to seek some quiet.
Looking at the neon street scene, I quickly forgot the earlier interruption, and various events from these days involuntarily surfaced in my mind.
"Beiqing, you said I am your Contractor. What does this identity mean?"
I thought to myself and then voiced my question.
He did not answer immediately.
After a long while, I assumed he was just like usual and didn't want to speak.
"...To protect you." His low voice resonated through his chest and reached my ears.
"Hmm?"
I looked at him doubtfully, silent and sharp-eyed, with a slight raise of my eyebrows filled with distrust.
"Really?"
He hesitated, pressed his lips together, and lowered his gaze slightly. His wing-like eyelashes obscured his eyes, and the dim streetlight cast a shadow over him, adding an air of mystery that made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"…Hmm."
His voice lacked confidence; this was the first time he had shown such an expression after spending so much time together.
I couldn't help but start to doubt his true purpose for being by my side and… his real identity.
During this time, we had been testing each other, silently acknowledging it without saying a word.
Although he posed no threat to me, it didn't mean he didn't have other intentions.
To him, I was merely a Contractor, someone he had never truly cared about.
It felt as if I were a tiny speck of dust, easily obliterated with just a flick of his finger.
Or perhaps I was just an accident in his journey here.
The bustling crowd and the noise from the street painted the city in vibrant splendor, creating a stark contrast to the atmosphere between us.
On the way back, neither of us spoke again, and the mood dropped to freezing point.
We were both weighing our positions against each other but never reached any conclusions.
At least, that was how I felt.
The power was out at home; according to Aunt Hu downstairs, it was due to a circuit malfunction, and the workers were repairing it with a promise to restore power by tomorrow morning at the latest.
To prevent my phone from dying, I avoided using its flashlight and instead went to the storage room on the second floor to find some candles.
Beiqing A person was in the living room, seemingly lost in thought. Ever since the last incident, our relationship had taken on an inexplicable strangeness.
I lit the candles and carefully made my way out of the room and down to the first floor.
The warm orange light illuminated the surroundings, with the flickering flames casting dancing shadows.
The faint glow fell on Beiqing's profile, projecting his blurred silhouette onto the wall like an angel in the dark night.
"Let's use this for now; maybe it will spark something later."
I placed the candlestick on the table, and the scent of melted wax lingered in the air around us.
To my surprise, he suddenly recoiled.
Has he grown to despise me this much? I furrowed my brows, my pupils trembling as I stared at him, feeling a tightness in my chest.
"You don't have to act like this. I'll put it down and leave," I said harshly, setting down the candle and preparing to storm off.
"Take away the candle," he replied, his voice sounding hoarse, as if it had passed through a layer of sand, seemingly suppressing something within.
Confused, I turned around only to find him curled up in the corner of the sofa, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles turning white as he gritted his teeth. Veins bulged on the back of his hands, extending all the way up to his neck.
Something was wrong.
I hurried over to check on him. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Before I could get close, he quickly moved away.
His tall frame stumbled and fell onto the plush carpet. He clutched his collar tightly, bending over and trembling as he curled up. His face was pale, looking extremely weak. Just a moment ago, he seemed fine; how did he suddenly become like this? I forced myself to suppress my rising panic and without hesitation knelt beside him.
I originally wanted to help him rest, but I saw a small patch of dark, scale-like substance emerging from his forearm as he struggled, surrounded by a faint blue light that flickered in and out.
I froze, my hand poised to reach out, my lips parted in disbelief as I looked at the person before me.
Moments later, I noticed a similar phenomenon on his neck; this time I could see clearly that they were scales.
A shock ran through me, and I didn't know how to react.
Beiqing's voice had already begun to grow hoarse from the pain, and a light seemed to slowly flicker above his head as if something was about to emerge.
His figure became blurry and soon vanished completely, just as suddenly as when he first appeared.
"Beiqing?" I called out helplessly into the empty room.
There was no response. I hurriedly got up, my hands trembling as I searched around in confusion.
His current condition was visibly dire; where could he have gone?
As I scanned the room, I noticed a candle that had burned down halfway, wax still dripping, filling the air with the scent of burning wick.
A flash of realization struck me, and my eyes widened as I stood frozen in place.
Beiqing's abnormality began after I set down the candle, indicating that he had a fear of fire or wax.
From his actions over the past few days, it was clear he was not afraid of fire.
If he wasn't afraid of fire... then it must be the wax that frightened him.
I was startled by my own discovery, a chill running down my back.
"I am..." A weak, faint voice echoed from the first-floor bathroom in the silent room.
My tense heart relaxed as I quickly blew out the candle, opened the window for ventilation, and turned on my phone's flashlight. I hurried to the door and turned the doorknob, only to find it locked from the inside.
"Don't... come over," he said hoarsely, struggling to suppress his discomfort.
"I have to help you! Do you think I can just stand by and do nothing?"
I stomped my feet in frustration, anxiously pacing back and forth.
He fell silent again, leaving me to listen to the sounds from inside.
I could hear his painful groans, his throat raspy and completely different from his usual cold voice, as he fought against the pain within him.
A series of clattering sounds came from behind the door, followed by a heavy thud as something large fell.
I rushed to the storage room, frantically searching for the spare key to the bathroom, cursing my usual messiness.
Fortunately, thanks to my good memory, I found it tucked away in a corner of a drawer.
At that moment, a bright light flashed before my eyes, forcing me to close them; it seemed that the staff had already fixed the electrical circuit.
I hurried back to the bathroom and quickly opened the door.
Inside was a scene of chaos; things were scattered everywhere, and he lay heavily in the center, scales covering half of his body, with what looked like antlers sprouting from his head.
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