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Chapter 373 The Rogue-like Superpowered Individual 18

His kiss landed again, no longer confined to the lips.

Cool lips brushed across her reddened eyes and wet cheeks like raindrops.

He even licked away the tears that kept sliding down his face, a mixture of sweat and emotion.

The salty taste melted on his tongue, but it made his throat churn, and the desire for destruction and possession within him grew ever more intense and unbearable.

He was captivated by her current state of complete dependence and helplessness because of him.

He was captivated by the sensation of her vibrant body heat soothing his cold skin, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

He was so infatuated with her that he lost control, cried, and trembled because of her.

This feeling of completely controlling, marking, and possessing her.

This caused the flames of "desire" and "obsession" in his chest to burn more wildly and intensely than ever before.

It almost burned away his cold rationality as well.

"My sister's voice... is so beautiful."

He released her lips, his hot breath spraying onto her flushed cheeks.

His dark red eyes churned with a frenzied desire, yet his fingertips gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes—a strikingly contradictory action.

"It sounded even better than when you called me just now. A little more... I want to hear it."

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"I knew that pretty boy was up to no good! It hasn't even been that long!"

"They dared to openly snatch someone away right in front of us... cough, right in front of the 'first wife' and 'second wife'!"

"Don't you know the rules? Huh? Don't you know about first come, first served?!"

Li Xin was so angry that her peach blossom eyes widened, looking like a furious fox whose mate had been stolen.

He paced back and forth, wishing he could kick the door down immediately.

Qin Zheng glanced at him silently, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

It's as if it's saying, "You're quite self-aware, even claiming a 'second wife'," but it's more of a sense of shared misfortune and suppressed anger.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions, his voice regaining its usual coldness and hardness, but tinged with weariness:

"Alright, what's the point of saying all this now? Don't let anyone come over here, lest... it become even more embarrassing."

He spoke the last few words with great difficulty.

Upon hearing this, Li Xin felt like a punctured balloon, his anger finding no outlet.

All he could do was glare angrily at the tightly closed iron gate, as if he wanted to burn it through with his eyes.

He turned around, kicked a small pebble at his feet in a fit of anger, and muttered a curse:

"Damn it! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It's utterly pathetic!"

The two stood silently at the door, their faces heavy with tension, like two angry door gods.

This creates a bizarre and ironic contrast with the almost overflowing ambiguity and intensity inside the door.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely during the agony.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a soft "click" came from inside the door—the sound of the lock being opened.

Immediately afterwards, the iron gate was pulled open from the inside.

Chu Sheng, carrying Liu Yunshu, was the first to walk out.

His clothes were slightly disheveled, and his black hair was damp with sweat.

But that pale, delicate face carried a languid satisfaction and an undisguised, almost provocative, possessiveness.

Liu Yunshu was held in his arms in a completely protective manner.

Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyelashes were drooping, and she seemed very tired. She leaned softly on his shoulder, his coat draped over her shoulders.

Li Xin immediately glanced at the watch on her wrist, then looked up.

Her peach blossom eyes narrowed as she scanned Chu Sheng from head to toe, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm and bitterness:

"Oh, you're out?... Pretty fast, huh?"

He emphasized the word "fast".

A chilling glint flashed in Chu Sheng's dark red eyes, and he immediately tightened his arms.

He pulled Liu Yunshu even tighter into his arms.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the two men with grim expressions standing at the door.

A half-smile played at the corners of his lips, his voice low and hoarse with a hint of wicked smugness: "Quick, wasn't it?"

He paused, lowered his head, and affectionately rubbed his nose against Liu Yunshu's sweaty temples before continuing, his tone flippant.

"But sister...you really enjoyed yourself just now, didn't you, sister?"

He deliberately pronounced the last two words softly and tenderly, but his gaze defiantly returned to Li Xin and Qin Zheng.

Liu Yunshu was too lazy to even lift her eyelids; her whole body felt sore and weak, as if she had been disassembled and reassembled.

They didn't want to pay any attention to the childish bickering between the three men.

She moved slightly, raising one hand from Chu Sheng's arms and stretching it towards Qin Zheng.

Her voice, heavy with weariness and a barely perceptible hint of dependence, softly said, "Uncle... hug me."

Qin Zheng's body, which had been as tense as a stone sculpture, suddenly relaxed the moment he heard her words and saw her outstretched hand.

Almost instinctively, he immediately stepped forward and extended his strong, powerful arms.

With a careful yet undeniable force, he took Liu Yunshu from Chu Sheng's possessive embrace and held her firmly in his arms.

"Tired?"

He looked down at the person in his arms, whose eyes were closed, face was flushed, and breathing was still a little unsteady.

His voice unconsciously became extremely low and soft, carrying a heartache that even he himself was unaware of.

His arms were strong and warm, and his movements as he supported her were exceptionally steady, a stark contrast to Chu Sheng's cold and domineering embrace.

Almost instinctively, she curled up even deeper, burying her face in the warm crook of his neck.

Chu Sheng looked at his suddenly empty arms and at Liu Yunshu, who was being carefully held in Qin Zheng's arms.

A surge of intense displeasure and gloom instantly welled up in his dark red eyes.

The fingertips curled up unconsciously, and the cold knuckles turned bluish-white from the force.

He took a half-step forward, almost touching Qin Zheng's side.

His deep, husky voice carried an undisguised possessiveness and a hint of resentment at being "taken away":

"My sister just said... she was having a great time. Why is she asking him to hold her now?"

His gaze was fixed on Liu Yunshu's profile, which was pressed against Qin Zheng's neck.

Liu Yunshu closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting tired shadows beneath them.

Hearing this, she didn't even open her eyes, but tightened her grip on Qin Zheng's shirt.

The muffled sound came from the crook of his neck, carrying a post-coital hoarseness and a hint of willful coquettishness:

"The old man's arms... are warm."

This is a simple, even somewhat childish, statement.

But it was like an icicle with barbs, piercing Chu Sheng's cold heart, making his already pale face even darker.

For the first time, he felt such a clear loathing for his own cold, insulated body!

At the same time, he also keenly caught a subtle hint of annoyance in her tone, a hint of displeasure at his overly domineering behavior.

Li Xin first glanced at Chu Sheng, whose face was pale with schadenfreude and disdain, as if to say, "See, it's no use pretending to be pitiful."

He immediately put on his dashing and seductive expression and moved closer to Qin Zheng.

She gave Liu Yunshu a flirtatious wink, her voice soft and sweet:

"Yunshu~ I'm so warm in my arms~ And I can tell stories, I guarantee they're much more interesting than some hard, wooden blocks of wood~"

As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Qin Zheng.

Liu Yunshu still didn't open her eyes, but lazily hummed a word with a nasal tone, mercilessly exposing the truth:

"You're not holding me as steadily as an older man... it's wobbly."

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng immediately seized the opportunity to retaliate, looking back at Li Xin with disdain and letting out a clear sneer.

"Tch~"

His expression and voice were full of disdain for Li Xin, who was "good-looking but useless."

Immediately, he transformed back into his wet, innocent, and harmless self.

He bent down slightly and leaned closer to Liu Yunshu, who was being held by Qin Zheng.

Her dark red eyes were full of ingratiation and cautious probing, and her voice was soft and sticky: "Sister~"

He only called out that once, drawing out the last syllable.

Filled with endless grievances and longing, it was as if the domineering and unreasonable person from just now was not him at all.

Liu Yunshu felt a lump in her throat from the sticky call, and she lifted her eyelids slightly, revealing her half-closed amber eyes.

"Let's go back to base first."

Qin Zheng nodded in response, slightly adjusted his arm to make her lean against him more securely, and then turned and walked towards the vehicle.

His steps were steady, and his warm palms always protected her lower back.

It shielded me from the surrounding coolness, and also from the two burning gazes behind me.

Chu Sheng immediately followed closely behind, staying right next to Qin Zheng.

His dark red eyes were fixed on Liu Yunshu without blinking, as if afraid that she would disappear at any moment.

He wanted to reach out and touch her hair, but his fingertips were halfway there when he hesitated, remembering her earlier displeasure.

She shrank back dejectedly, muttering under her breath, "Sister, I'll shield you from the sun."

It was a rare sunny day in this apocalyptic world, with sunlight filtering through the tattered clouds, bringing a touch of warmth.

Chu Sheng spontaneously walked to Qin Zheng's left and used his own shadow to shield Liu Yunshu from the not-too-bright sunlight.

Li Xin chuckled and quickly followed.

Walking to Qin Zheng's right, she glanced at Chu Sheng's fawning expression with her peach blossom eyes, her tone laced with sour sarcasm:

"Some people weren't like this just now, but now they're acting all innocent and clever?"

Chu Sheng turned his head and glared at him, a hint of ferocity flashing in his dark red eyes.

However, with Liu Yunshu by his side, he didn't dare to lash out, only muttering fiercely in a low voice, "It's still better than some people who can't even hold you properly."

"Say it again?"

Li Xin immediately bristled and reached out to push Chu Sheng.

"Believe me or not, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"That's enough," Liu Yunshu interrupted them, her eyes closed and her voice hoarse. "It's giving me a headache."

The two men fell silent instantly. Li Xin reluctantly withdrew her hand, and Chu Sheng also pursed his lips, but his gaze toward Li Xin still held hostility.

Qin Zheng turned his head to look at the person in his arms with slightly furrowed brows, and said in a deep voice, "Don't let her not get enough rest."

In one sentence, he both warned Li Xin and gave Chu Sheng a warning.

Although the two were resentful, they knew they couldn't upset Liu Yunshu any further.

They could only hold their breath and silently follow behind Qin Zheng.

When Lin Yang arrived at the empty loading area near the main entrance of the warehouse, he spotted the strange group of four immediately.

He nudged Wang Lu beside him with his elbow, lowering his voice, his gossip-loving fire burning brightly:

"Hey, I'm getting braised noodles! Look! Who's that pretty boy?"

"Tsk... Could it really be... the 'third wife' we were guessing?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, or you'll get yourself into trouble."

As Wang Lu spoke, he pulled Lin Yang along.

"Hurry up and load the vaccines onto the truck. If we leave late, we'll be the ones who suffer."

Lin Yang shut his mouth in annoyance and quickly went to pack the vaccines.

No one noticed what happened after the convoy completely disappeared at the end of the road.

In a very well-hidden shadow on the side of the warehouse, a piece of off-white clothing moved almost imperceptibly.

From the shadows, a very soft, playful whisper seemed to drift away, fading into the wind like a breath:

"interesting……"