章 11: Chapter 11 If You Move, I'll Shoot

However, she still bowed her head and licked the blood from your fingertip.

You didn't understand what was happening to Zhao'er, but life seemed to get increasingly better for you.

The remnants of the sun's glow, the twilight deepening.

You held Zhao'er's tender little hand, walking slowly along the shore of Xiang Lake.

This was the countryside, few people came by the lakeside, in the vast space, only the two of you walked alone.

"Zhao'er, if only we could walk like this forever."

"Zhao'er, do you like being with me?"

"Zhao'er, for you, I, Li Muyun, am willing to give everything, as long as you are happy, whatever you ask of me, I'm willing to do."

"Zhao'er, do you like me?"

"Zhao'er, I...suddenly realize that I...seem to have truly fallen in love with you…"

…

All along the way, it was only you performing a monologue, while Zhao'er just followed you, watching you, her gradually brightening eyes carrying a clarity and a sort of perplexity.

The golden sunlight scattered across the lake surface, also reflecting on Zhao'er's vividly beautiful face, you and Zhao'er stood facing each other, merely half a meter apart.

You looked at her steadily, took a slow step forward, encircled her slender waist, and the shadows of the two of you slowly touched under the golden afterglow of the sunset...

Zhao'er's lips were slightly cool, yet tender, making you momentarily forget yourself, only feeling your hands around her waist tighten.

This was a true first kiss, and the first time you had given your all, every emotion in your heart converging in that moment...

Perhaps some would think you were taking advantage of her vulnerability, after all, Zhao'er was still unconscious, but you were indifferent to how others saw you, to you, life had no right or wrong, only daring or not, love or not love.

After night fell, you combed Zhao'er's hair.

Every time this happened, Zhao'er's charming eyes would narrow into crescents, her mouth slightly open, red lips slightly parted, with a somewhat enigmatic smile.

You could tell that she must be experiencing an emotion.

She was awakening...

After washing up, the two of you would sit at the head of the bed watching television, during which Zhao'er seemed particularly spirited, staring at the TV without moving for hours on end.

At nighttime, you and Zhao'er would sleep in each other's arms, no matter what position you slept in, Zhao'er's cool, tender nose would always tend to gently touch yours, you guessed she might be absorbing your yang energy.

Nevertheless, you were never worried about suddenly dying because of this, for you could feel that Zhao'er must have the same heart as you, loving you.

By the time dawn began to break, you were already up.

Since drinking your blood, Zhao'er was no longer only imitating your actions, she seemed to have her own thoughts, and now she was sitting on the bed, tilting her cute head to watch you.

Turning your head, you noticed the T-shirt Zhao'er was wearing had slipped down on one side, revealing a glimpse of pure white, a purity mingled with a different kind of allure, like a peony blooming untouched on the snowy mountain peak.

You sat behind her, combing her hair.

In the past, it would have been hard for you to imagine staying in one place all day, watchin television and having sporadic conversations with someone.

There were no computers here, no internet, and you had also turned off your mobile phone, not contacting anyone.

For seven days straight, you ate and slept with Zhao'er, she had also become accustomed to snuggling in your arms when sleeping, occasionally rubbing against your chest playfully.

You looked at her, and she looked at you, as if everything in the world had frozen in that moment.

Meanwhile, when you were bored, you would let Zhao'er watch TV at home while you practiced and explored those sudden emerging superpowers around the house.

Up till now, visions had flashed several times, yet you still didn't understand the correct way to use these abilities or their origin.

Sometimes, when you touched certain objects, images related to the object would flash in your mind.

After thinking carefully, you discovered that these visions were mostly related to signs of life.

For instance, touching a pomegranate might flash an image of a farmer accidentally falling from a pomegranate tree; or placing your left hand on a power pole could flash an image of a dog being run over by a car; resting it against a wall in an alley might show a scene of some middle schoolers bullying a primary school student.

Moreover, using the power excessively left your eyes feeling extremely tired.

After seven days and dozens of attempts, you gradually mastered the way to control this power. Although you couldn't say you were proficient yet, there were no major problems; you just didn't know the purpose of this ability yet.

However, you believed this power was attributed to Zhao'er's arrival, that she had changed you, so you were even more convinced that Zhao'er's arrival was fate, that the Master intended to end your loser life and bring you a happy and content existence.

Seven days passed, and from evening onwards, you had an unrestful feeling as if you were being watched whenever you stepped out to buy groceries, but after looking around, you couldn't identify the source.

After dinner with Zhao'er and while you were watching television, you suddenly heard a loud "bang!" The front door was kicked open, and a flood of people rushed in.

It turned out to be a group of police.

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