Feng Guang didn’t dare look back. When the bullet had brushed past her without warning just now, she had briefly lost the ability to think. Now she understood clearly—behind her, there must be two cold corpses. And she didn’t dare imagine: if the bullet had veered just slightly off course, who would be lying there now?
“Feng Guang.” Qi Wei softly called her name. He lifted her chin with one hand and lowered his head slightly, a smile in his eyes. “What are you thinking about?”
He wasn’t used to seeing her this quiet.
Aside from fear, what else could she be thinking?
She raised a hand against his chest and stepped out of his embrace. She almost admired herself—at a moment like this, she could remain so strangely calm. In truth, it was only because she knew she had nowhere to run.
She asked, “What exactly are you?”
“I’m Qi Wei. Don’t you already know that?” The corner of his lips lifted as he stepped closer to her with a captivating smile.
Almost immediately, she stepped back again. “Qi Wei… is the person you’ve shown me really the real you?”
“But the one Feng Guang fell in love with at first sight is this Qi Wei, isn’t it?” He took another step forward. This time, he didn’t give her the chance to retreat. He grabbed her wrist and pulled lightly, and she stumbled forward, pressing against his chest. A low chuckle escaped him. “Feng Guang, you’re afraid.”
Her fear was so obvious—him only noticing it now made it rather unconvincing.
Feng Guang bit her lip and said slowly, “Yes. I’m afraid.”
He asked with concern, “Is it still because of Nurse Jin’s death?”
Did he truly not know, or was he pretending?
Feng Guang couldn’t tell. His appearance was far too deceptive. Only now did she realize that she had never really understood him—what his true nature was, what he liked… Because he treated everyone and everything with the same expression: so gentle, so perfect, never revealing any genuine emotion of his own.
Was the person standing in front of her even truly human? He was like a machine programmed in advance, incapable of changing for anything or anyone.
“I’m afraid…” she murmured, her voice nearly a whisper. “I’m afraid of you…”
He seemed genuinely puzzled. “Why be afraid of me? Haven’t I treated you well?”
No… too well. So well that it only filled her with dread now. So many things came to mind—from the beginning, he had been so careful with the injury on her hand. He had said more than once that her hands were very beautiful. She looked up, her gaze flickering. “Doctor Qi… do you want my hands?”
“I do. I’ve always wanted them.” He smiled as he held her hand, lingering over the feel of her skin. With his other hand, his fingertips brushed the corner of her eye. His expression was gentle, his tone tinged with a faint, almost obsessive fascination. “Not just your hands… those beautiful eyes, too… that high nose, and those red lips…”
His finger came to rest on her lips, pausing there. His voice was soft, unconsciously seductive. “All of you, Feng Guang… suddenly, I want all of you.”
It was rather strange. At first sight, all he had wanted were her eyes. Later, he took a liking to her hands. And after that, what he wanted began to grow more and more, for no clear reason.
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