Chapter 657: Completely Cured, Deepened Emotions

Chapter 657: Fully Recovered, Closer Than Ever

Wu Yue opened her eyes to find Shen Que’s face right in front of her.

Realizing she was entirely in Shen Que’s embrace, she caught her breath and tried to pull back, but Shen Que gripped the back of her neck and pulled her closer.

Shen Que’s expression was icy cold. "Wu Yue, do you know what just happened to you?"

Wu Yue’s voice was weak. "What happened to me?"

Shen Que said, "Your heart stopped. You almost died."

He was lying through his teeth without batting an eye.

Wu Yue, "..."

So, because Shen Que went out to party, she nearly died of heartbreak?

It felt strangely unbelievable—was she really that fragile?

Wu Yue tried to push Shen Que away again, but he held her tightly, not allowing her to move an inch.

Shen Que’s voice fell beside her ear. "Wu Yue, so now you’d rather die than be with me? You’re quite stubborn."

Wu Yue dropped her head in silence, not making a sound.

Shen Que forced Wu Yue to meet his gaze. "If you want to know what I did when I went out, why didn’t you just ask me?

You want to know what happened to me these past six months—why couldn’t you just ask me directly?

Wu Yue, you want to know if I’ve stayed faithful, if I’ve touched another woman—the truth you once even tried to get from a lie detector test—why don’t you dare ask me now!"

Shen Que cupped her face. "Wu Yue, you know full well that when you’re jealous, when you’re possessive of me, when you’re obsessively devoted to me, mind and body, it only makes me happy. It makes me tremble with joy, enough to want to crush you into my very being."

Wu Yue looked up at him. "You’ve been angry with me all along."

Shen Que let out a soft chuckle. "So you feel guilty? You feel you owe me? You don’t dare order me around or interrogate me?"

Wu Yue nodded. "Yes, it’s like we’ve gotten back together after breaking up, and I’m the one at fault."

Shen Que wasted no time sliding his hand into Wu Yue’s pajamas. "We never broke up. We’ll never break up. We’ve always been together."

Just as Wu Yue was about to look away, Shen Que buried his face in her neck. "I just went to the Disorder Forbidden Zone to fight monsters.

The smell of alcohol and perfume was something I put on myself—I wanted to make you angry and jealous. If I hadn’t doused myself in those scents, the stench of the monsters would’ve made you vomit.

I rushed back to my room because I was eager to shower first before seducing you. Who knew you’d get so upset you’d pass out?"

Shen Que chuckled triumphantly as he spoke, and Wu Yue, embarrassed, turned her face away, ignoring him.

Shen Que turned Wu Yue’s face back to his, their eyes meeting.

"You can’t give me a lie detector test now, but Wu Yue, these past six months, I have not touched a single woman.

I haven’t touched anyone, haven’t strayed. My mind and heart have been filled only with you.

My days were packed with training—all kinds of training: physical combat, awakened abilities, mental strength.

Throughout it all, the people I interacted with the most were the Jiang family, Blaze’s higher-ups, and military generals."

It took me a full three months just to master splitting two strands of mental energy to control separately.

Not to mention the wings—I trained relentlessly day and night for half a year.

Admittedly, there were people who showed me kindness.

No one interfered, and they even turned a blind eye to those deliberately getting close.

The Jiang family’s attitude was the same as yours—they felt they owed me.

Even if I had a change of heart and fallen for someone else, they would have had nothing to say and let things take their course.

Even when I pushed my wing abilities to the limit, on the brink of death, your father said to me:

"Give it up, Shen Que. If it’s too much, just change the plan."

But I didn’t want to give it up, Wu Yue. I want you."

Wu Yue’s eyes reddened as she looked at Shen Que, tears slipping down her cheeks. She reached out to touch his face.

Shen Que tightly grasped Wu Yue’s hand, interlacing their fingers. He pressed the back of her hand against his cheek, his gaze deep and intense.

"Wu Yue, I’ve given everything for you. I’ve been through so much hardship, faced death countless times, and cheated death time and again.

Now, you are mine—mine alone. You must give me your whole self, what's left of your life, as compensation."

Since Wu Yue was so fond of holding herself morally accountable, he might as well do the same to her!

Wu Yue tenderly cupped his cheeks, her heart aching. "Baby, have you suffered so much? Have you been treated unfairly?"

Shen Que nodded. "Yes, all for you. So you have to comfort me.

Wu Yue, I want you to make the first move. Comfort me."

Wu Yue stroked his cheek and slowly sat up, leaning closer to Shen Que.

"Am I still attractive to you?"

Feeling Wu Yue’s hand slide under his shirt, Shen Que’s breathing grew heavier. He looked at her obsessively, holding her waist tightly.

"Yes, you will always have an irresistible pull for me.

Wife, my five senses and mental energy have been heightened to the extreme. Every breath you take, every swallow, even the scent you leave behind—it all has an intoxicating effect on me.

You have no idea—in such a tight, intimate space where the air is dense with our presence, just your scent alone makes me dizzy."

Wu Yue moved closer to Shen Que, their breaths mingling, noses touching.

Wu Yue, "Do you still love me?"

Shen Que gave a low laugh. "I will always love you, only you.

You have no idea how much I love you, how much I desire you.

Wu Yue, if I weren’t afraid you’d think I'm being corny, I’d tell you every second that I love you."

As they exchanged whispered intimacies, Shen Que leaned in eagerly, but Wu Yue drew back a little.

"Shen Que, you’ve become so adept at navigating emotions this time."

Shen Que's hand kept stroking Wu Yue's neck as he chuckled softly,

"So that's what you're hung up on."

Wu Yue didn’t want to respond, but he pulled her close suddenly. "Zhou Qianfeng and Jian Suiyu taught me this. They predicted you'd get emotional."

Wu Yue turned her head away. "I don’t believe it."

Shen Que leaned close to her ear, nipping at her ear. "If you don’t believe me, I’ll have them tell you themselves.

But what they taught was just theory. For hands-on experience, you'll have to teach me.

Darling, won’t you teach me?"

Wu Yue turned to look at Shen Que, her breathing growing heavier. "Is there anything left for me to teach you?"

Shen Que buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent deeply.

"Of course there is. Just a glance from you sends shivers through my whole body."

He loved it when Wu Yue came on to him. As long as he could hold his composure, she could make him turn completely red, making him tingle with pleasure.

Wu Yue slowly leaned closer. Shen Que stared intently at her, feeling her moist lips. He hungrily tasted her sweetness.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as Wu Yue’s hand gently stroked his throat, until he could no longer hold back and urged her:

"Darling, touch me."

Wu Yue placed both hands behind his neck, trailing them down his slender neck, past his defined collarbones, and further down.

Shen Que’s face gradually flushed red. Wu Yue’s hands continued downward as she settled into his lap, her lips brushing against his earlobe.

"Baby, do you like this?"

Shen Que answered instantly, "Yes, I like it."

Wu Yue undid his belt, watching as his entire body grew increasingly flushed. She patted his cheek lightly.

"From now on, you answer whatever I ask."

Shen Que panted, his pupils shimmering with anticipation as he glanced down at Wu Yue’s hand. "Okay."

Wu Yue asked, "You really didn’t pay attention to anyone else?"

Shen Que let out a low groan and nodded. "No. Except for one female researcher... I did encounter hostages while taking out the bandits..."

He deliberately tried to get a rise out of Wu Yue, wanting her to be angry and concerned. When she was angry, she would punish him.

And punishing him was a reward in itself.

Wu Yue narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip. Shen Que let out a sharp gasp, his breathing growing ragged.

His eyes reddened, the corners turning up seductively as he smiled faintly at Wu Yue. "I just handled the bandits. Once they were dealt with, I left. The military handled the hostages."

Shen Que planted his hands on the bed, his shirt open as he leaned back. Wu Yue moved in closer.

"So the hostage sought you out, didn’t she?"

Shen Que nodded. "She said she wanted to thank me for saving her."

Wu Yue's grip grew increasingly firm, sending tremors through Shen Que's crown, his mind going blank in waves.

Wu Yue, "What did you say?"

Shen Que looked up at Wu Yue with a roguish smile, his gaze unrestrained. "Press harder, and I'll tell you."

Wu Yue instantly pulled back, but Shen Que immediately held her tight, covering the back of her hand to prevent her from letting go.

Shen Que, "I told her I'm married, that killing the bandits was all for my wife, that I love my wife deeply and will until death, and that she should maintain her dignity."

Wu Yue gazed at Shen Que, who leaned in repeatedly, seeking kisses.

Shen Que chuckled softly, "Is there anything else you want to know?"

Wu Yue tried to push him away but was held tightly by Shen Que. A searing kiss landed on her neck, his breath burningly hot.

"Wu Yue, stop holding back. You clearly want me just as much.

Deep in our souls, our love intertwines, inseparable.

You can't possibly leave me—you want me too."

Shen Que’s slender fingers unbuttoned Wu Yue’s pajamas one by one. She gazed at him with a shifting gaze, their locked stares making the air thick and suffocating.

Wu Yue, "Is there more?"

Shen Que gently stroked her cheek. "In such a tightly sealed, top-secret work environment—one that concerns the survival of all humanity in an apocalyptic war—how could there be so many confused people? Those who don’t get it were reassigned long ago.

Darling, if I didn’t give any chances, no one could possibly get close to me. That hostage earlier was just to make you jealous—I never even met her."

Wu Yue, "What about the story Wu Chong told about your relationship?"

Shen Que chuckled. "It’s all made up, darling. Who has time for gallivanting around? My only thought was to hurry and see you."

Wu Yue lowered her head, suppressing a smile. Shen Que leaned in to look at her. "Are you upset because I was too harsh?"

Wu Yue nodded. "Shen Que, you never comfort me."

Shen Que finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Darling, as long as you don’t think about leaving me, I’ll spend my whole life comforting you."

Wu Yue lifted her head, wrapped her arms around Shen Que’s neck, and initiated a kiss. Shen Que immediately took over, holding her tightly.

His palm continuously glided over Wu Yue’s smooth back as he lowered his head and fiercely kissed the tattoo on her chest. Wu Yue, unbalanced by his kisses, leaned backward.

With unprecedented intensity and mutual longing, Shen Que pressed Wu Yue down onto the bed, leaning over her and pulling the blanket over both of them.

Wu Yue, "Shen Que, slow down—you can’t be reckless. I... mmm..."

Shen Que, "Mm, I won’t do anything. I’ll just kiss you a little."

As the night deepened, Wu Yue lost track of how long Shen Que had been kissing her.

Even as her consciousness blurred and she drifted into sleep, she could still feel his scorching, lingering kisses on the nape of her neck, the burning embrace of his arms encircling her, and the gentle caress of his palm.