Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 147 Kiss

The drinking went on for too long, and Tan Jia and Wu Yang were both a little tipsy. Zheng Yan had them sent home one by one.

Lin Zhiyue met Tan Jia at the door; Tan Jia was squinting and looked like a fluffy jellyfish floating in the sky.

“You’re drunk,” he said, staring intently at her unusual appearance.

Tan Jia gave a perfunctory "hmm," lazily took out her keys, and ignored his gaze.

With a click, the door lock opened. She leaned against the door frame, turned around, yawned, and didn't say anything.

“You need some hangover soup,” Lin Zhiyue blurted out when he received a look, then paused before continuing smoothly, “I’ll bring it to you later. It’ll make you feel better before you sleep.”

"Okay, hurry up, I'm very sleepy."

After saying that, she opened the door and went into the room, quickly took a shower, and then went out to lie down on the sofa and close her eyes to rest.

Having not drunk alcohol for a long time, drinking so much suddenly was quite unsettling. The dizziness and lightheadedness made it difficult for her to concentrate, and her thoughts wandered.

Perhaps Wu Yang's family troubles stirred up memories of the past, and her thoughts drifted back to the first few years she spent abroad.

She was a lucky girl to be adopted by her parents and enjoy a comfortable life with all their love. Although her parents were always busy, frequently flying around the world, they rarely had time to spend with her.

It's not easy for a person to live among white people, but fortunately she is able to take responsibility for herself and fill her 24 hours a day with all sorts of things.

Exciting extreme sports, a variety of volunteer and part-time jobs, study tours, parties, revelry... But when the sky is about to darken and dawn is about to break, the world becomes blurry as her vision blurs, and she always feels a huge sense of emptiness.

Her parents had no demands on her, only hoping she would be happy. But a life where one can freely control their own destiny is always accompanied by this emptiness.

Several times she sped through other states, and in the hazy early morning sky, gazing at the horizon, she felt as if she were a small boat adrift on the ocean, with no reference point to how far or how long she had sailed. She drifted like this yesterday, and she will drift like this tomorrow.

Where will it drift to? I don't know.

Should we look for other large ships? Or maybe not. She can float on her own; let her drift with the wind.

Only recently, it seems that my ship has reached the center of the archipelago, and as I drift downstream, I finally have a reference point to know which area I am passing through on which date.

Perhaps dreaming is a gift that God carefully selected and specially given to her.

This would allow her to find some landing points at sea.

"Knock knock—" A knocking sound came from outside the door.

Ah, here comes one of those poor, isolated islands.

Tan Jia gathered his thoughts, slowly sat up to calm himself, and then went to open the door.

But she wasn't in the mood to entertain guests. She said, "Just leave it here, thanks," and plopped back down on the sofa, closing her eyes to calm herself down.

Lin Zhiyue didn't say anything, closed the door, and seemed to have been standing in the living room for a while.

Then the sofa next to her sank in, bringing a little warmth.

Tan Jia opened her eyes and saw him stirring the hangover soup to cool it down. After stirring it, he spooned it to her mouth.

She raised an eyebrow and stared at him, scrutinizing him.

Only the floor lamp in the opposite corner of the living room was on, and Lin Zhiyue blocked the light. The light behind him cast his shadow like a huge mountain range. She squinted at him and rarely noticed his tall stature as a grown man.

There were faint blue veins on the arm holding the bowl, and the focused gaze seemed to have a bit of a pressure.

"Who taught you that?" she teased, opening her mouth to drink the spoonful of hangover soup.

Lin Zhiyue didn't answer, and continued to feed him the second and third spoonfuls.

At times like these, his usual taciturnity seemed to take on a different meaning.

Tan Jia leaned against the sofa back and drank half a bowl of hangover soup. The strange taste made his mouth feel sour, so he took a box of filled biscuit sticks from the small table in front of him and ate them.

After taking a couple of bites, Lin Zhiyue stared at her again. "Is it good?"

"It's alright," she said casually, then, like passing on smoke, she rubbed the other end of the cookie stick against his lips, as if idly teasing a cat.

The cookie sticks got shorter and shorter with each bite, and the two of them got closer and closer together.

Their breaths were close. Tan Jia raised her hand and slid it up from his collarbone, caressing it until she pressed it against the back of his neck, making him lower his head, and then she lazily kissed him.

It was just a superficial attempt.

She withdrew, and Lin Zhiyue seemed not to have reacted yet. Maintaining this dangerous distance, her eyelashes trembled slightly as she lowered her eyes. After regaining her senses, she looked up again and stared at her lips and eyes, swallowing hard.

Like a hunter who has taken a break midway, Tan Jia waited until he was ready before kissing him again.

This time, her kiss was as aggressive as she was, biting his lip like she was grinding her teeth.

When I felt that was enough, I grabbed his hair and pulled it back.

But Lin Zhiyue's temper was clearly not as calm as he seemed. He braced his arm against her side to prevent her from pulling away and pressed her down to kiss her.

Tan Jia let out a muffled laugh, the lazy tone of which made one's head spin.

"I'm the one drinking, why do you seem more like the one who's drunk?"

Lin Zhiyue did seem drunk. Listening to her panting laughter, and with her arm being held by Lin Zhiyue, I longed to be like a vine entwined with her.

This went beyond the boundaries of "observation." He pressed his lips to her neck, recalling the association word test he had taken with a psychologist before.

"I caught it from you," he said softly.

Tan Jia laughed again: "Well, there's nothing I can do about it, you brought it on yourself."

He couldn't win an argument with her, but when it came to kissing, they were evenly matched.

The cushions on the sofa were swept off the floor, the warm hangover soup cooled down, and Tan Jia's exposed shoulder was covered in sweat.

It wasn't until midnight that the three bodyguards next door waited for the person to return. His hair was disheveled, and his steps were unsteady, making it obvious at a glance what had happened.

He went back to his room, slammed the door shut, and the next second the low-frequency hum of the showerhead began.

Tan Jia also took another shower in the bathroom. The remaining tipsy feeling made it easy for her to fall asleep, and she drifted into a sweet dream as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Then I was startled awake by a "thump".

She opened her eyes and found herself holding someone's hair. Anger surged into her brain, and she grabbed the person's head and slammed it against the wall.

The mirror on the wall was smashed, and the broken pieces flew outwards with a crash, bounced a short distance on the floor, and then scattered all over the place with a clattering sound. The tiny shards reflected the person lying motionless on the ground nearby.

His eyes were wide open but unfocused, his lips were pale, and there were several streaks of blood on his forehead.

She seemed to struggle to get up, but her movements were weak, her breathing was still somewhat rapid, and painful pleas were squeezed out of her throat, her thin hands trying to grasp something.

Unable to hold on, she withdrew her hand and clutched her stomach in pain. In the dim light, the slight bulge could be seen.

But "she" showed no pity, coldly watching her curl up like a withered leaf until she gradually fell silent.

Then “she” walked to her side, stepping on the shards of mirror, and slowly ground the soles of her shoes against her stomach.

The body beneath its feet twitched one last time.

As her anger subsided, "she" straightened her clothes, turned around, and walked away from the corpse without looking back.

The next story is about a big case.

Also, this book won't have much of a romance storyline; it's just for variety. So, unlike my previous books, the main characters won't have many descriptions of their journey from liking to falling in love. If you're looking for more romance, you can check out my previous books (wink).

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