Soul Patch

Chapter 188 An Unconventional Passionate Scene

Liu Qingqing pretended to listen attentively to Wenjie's analysis, while subtly leaning against him.

Her hot breath tickled Wenjie's face. He shoved Liu Qingqing away and said with a stern face, "Stay away from me. Have you forgotten what I said?"

As he spoke, Wenjie swung his fist at Liu Qingqing.

He really doesn't understand romance. Liu Qingqing felt a little embarrassed and moved to the side.

Wenjie looked at Liu Qingqing's flushed face and her heaving chest, unsure whether she was angry because of his words or for some other reason...

However, Liu Qingqing's appearance reminded Wenjie of something, and he suddenly grabbed Liu Qingqing's arm: "Do you know where Zhang Zhipeng lives?"

"Huh? His home?" Liu Qingqing looked at Wenjie in surprise and said, "I can vaguely remember which neighborhood he lived in, but... this is twenty years ago, his family must have moved."

That's true, sigh! Wenjie sighed.

Let's put Zhang Zhipeng aside for now and focus our attention on Li Shiman.

Wenjie glanced at Liu Qingqing's watch; it was already past 11 p.m. He hadn't expected it to be so late.

He yawned and mumbled:

"You sleep in the bed, I'll make do here for a bit." After saying that, Wenjie lay down on the table, and soon began to snore evenly.

Liu Qingqing also felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and her body became languid. She seemed to have forgotten how she had complained about the bed just now. With her eyes half closed, she moved to the edge of the bed and lay down directly.

About fifteen minutes later, Liu Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were staring straight at the ceiling, empty and blurry, clearly unfocused.

She stood up abruptly, her body stiff as she slowly moved toward Wenjie. Her movements were slow and silent, as if even her breathing had become shallow.

Like a puppet on strings, she was suspended by her joints, one by one. Her hand slowly reached above her head, fiddled with it for a while, and then suddenly pulled it out with force, revealing a thin silver needle in her hand.

She twisted her neck rhythmically like a robot, then slowly lowered her head to look at the silver needles in her hand. Her gaze then slowly shifted to Wenjie, aiming at the Shen Ting acupoint on his head.

He took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and stabbed down hard.

The needle pierced the air with astonishing force, and it looked like it was about to pierce Wenjie's head. At this critical moment, Wenjie suddenly pulled his body to the side...

With a "whoosh," half of the silver needle sank into the table.

Liu Qingqing's face was expressionless, and her arm seemed to be out of her control.

"Ah!" she roared, and with a frantic effort, she pulled the silver needle out.

With a "whoosh," the silver needle changed direction and pierced towards Wenjie's temple again.

How could Wenjie give her that chance? He kicked her arm long ago, sending Liu Qingqing flying.

With a "thud," she fell heavily to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wenjie leaped up and stepped on Liu Qingqing, using his physical strength to subdue her.

At this moment, Liu Qingqing seemed to be possessed, with inexhaustible strength in her body. Every joint was exerting force to resist, making her look like a robot out of control.

Wenjie struck Liu Qingqing on the neck with a palm strike. In his memory, when the body was out of control, striking her on the neck would cause her to collapse.

However, the acupoints he struck were clearly incorrect, and Liu Qingqing continued to twist and turn, her movements so exaggerated that several buttons on her shirt popped open.

Wenjie stared at the underwear beneath the white shirt without blinking, and continued to slap the neck a few more times.

No, this isn't the place.

Wenjie's hand hurt from the chopping, but it still didn't have the effect he expected.

Enraged, he grabbed the thermos that had rolled to the ground and repeatedly smashed it against Liu Qingqing's head.

Finally, Liu Qingqing kicked her legs and stopped struggling. Her hands loosened, and the silver needles fell to the ground.

Wenjie gasped for breath, picked up the silver needles from the ground, and was about to get up when he felt that Liu Qingqing's body was still moving.

What kind of magic was used to control a body that had lost its mind?

Wenjie picked up the silver needle in his hand and stabbed it into the back of Liu Qingqing's head.

Just as the silver needle was about to pierce Liu Qingqing's head, Wenjie's hand paused, and the silver needle abruptly stopped in mid-air.

He noticed a glint of silver light shimmering in Liu Qingqing's disheveled hair.

While Wenjie was pressing down on Liu Qingqing's half-dead body, he parted her stray hairs... a small piece of silver needle was exposed on her scalp.

He quickly grabbed the section of the silver needle and struggled to pull it out.

It's difficult to drive this thing in, and even more difficult to pull it out by hand.

Wenjie's hand slipped, and the silver needle slipped from his grasp several times. After several attempts, he finally managed to pull the needle out. Liu Qingqing then shuddered violently and fainted.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Someone knocked on the wall in the next room, and an old man cursed and yelled, "Keep it down! Don't you know how to let people sleep in the middle of the night?!"

Damn it, who wants to cause trouble! Wenjie cursed inwardly.

If I hadn't been careful and hadn't slept soundly, I might have been ambushed by Liu Qingqing right now!

If a silver needle were stuck in my head...

The terrible thought gave him a headache again. He pressed his temples, and the pain slowly subsided.

In the ambiguous midnight hour, a lone man and woman were alone in a room. None of the usual passionate scenes unfolded. What actually happened was quite thrilling.

He stared at Liu Qingqing for a moment, making sure she wouldn't suddenly jump up and attack him again, then collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. He squinted, staring at the ceiling, panting, and muttering to himself:

This is too... too damn exciting! Who is this person? How can they use this kind of witchcraft to control people's bodies?

He replayed the events of the evening in his mind like a movie.

Suddenly he froze. Could it be that Liu Qingqing had already been controlled when she came out of the bathroom?

No wonder Liu Qingqing clung to him tightly at the hospital entrance, making him spin around and around on the road outside the hospital...

Liu Qingqing also clearly didn't care about information that was crucial to completing the mission, as if her mind was sometimes clear and sometimes being manipulated.

So does that mean their movements at night were actually under the other party's control?

Wenjie sat up abruptly, holding the two silver needles in his hands and playing with them back and forth: the two silver needles were about seven or eight centimeters long, and the bloodstains at the tips of the needles were tinged with blackish-red.

He brought the silver needle close to his nostrils and smelled it; it seemed to carry some kind of floral fragrance.

This smell... it's familiar, like I've smelled it somewhere before...

Wenjie patted his head, which was clearly a bit sluggish, and suddenly, a bouquet of lilies appeared in his mind's eye—the bouquet of lilies that the florist had given him.

The scent is a mixture of lily fragrance and the stench of blood...

(End of this chapter)