Exclusive Possession – CH 051

Chapter 51.

“Who are you talking to?”

As soon as Mu Xian finished speaking, my body stiffened, and I was bound again. My heart pounded, but my body was already airborne, involuntarily flying in front of him.

With a cold expression, he pulled me close with his long arms, forcing me to press my entire body against his and look up at him.

“What just happened?” He looked down at me.

I remembered Mop saying, “We mustn’t let the Commander find out,” and meeting his cloudy eyes, I boldly replied, “I didn’t say anything. You misheard. You suddenly fainted and were shaking all over. Were you dreaming? Does your head hurt?”

He seemed stunned, reached up and rubbed his forehead, and whispered, “It hurts.”

Although I was still a little afraid of him, seeing him like this made my heart ache. I reached out and touched his smooth forehead, gently rubbing it. He didn’t move as I rubbed it. After a few seconds, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips. He stretched his neck and lowered his head even lower, bringing his entire forehead close to my face.

I found it a little funny, but I also felt even more sorry for him. I gently pressed my hands against his forehead and whispered, “I was so scared when I saw you faint.”

“Don’t be afraid.” He buried his face deep in my chest, his voice muffled. “I control everything in this space; it’s safe. I will always be with you, protecting you.”

Hearing this, I was shocked.

He told Yi Pucheng before that he would stay here with him forever. I already felt that he didn’t seem to want to leave.

Hearing him say that again now made me feel even heavier.

He was still nestled in my arms with his eyes closed, his short black hair softly brushing against my cheek, looking so gentle and earnest. I suppressed the slight chill in my heart and said softly, “But your family, my family, Mop and Morin, and your fleet are all out there. Don’t you want to see them? You still have to command the battle and protect Stan.”

He slowly lifted his head from my embrace, the smile gone from his lips, his dim, yellowish eyes staring straight at me. It made me a little uneasy, and I instinctively turned my head away, avoiding his gaze. But then my chin tightened; he had gripped it, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“We aren’t going out,” he said softly. “My woman’s safest in my space.”

“But here…”

“Hua Yao…” He stared intently at me, the grip on his waist tightening slowly. “Be obedient.”

Given his assertive attitude and knowing him as I do, I knew it was impossible to persuade him. He was clearly becoming very paranoid and distrustful of the outside world, which was why he wanted to put me in the safest possible space.

I could only smile at him and say, “Well, I was just asking what you think. Wherever you want to be, that’s where I will be.”

His brows slowly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: “Mm.”

“Cough cough… Damn…” A hoarse, weak voice came from not far away. I immediately looked up and saw, in the dim light, in the dark woods, the bloodied figure struggling to get up from the ground—who else could it be but Yi Pucheng?

But just as he braced his arm on the ground, his body suddenly leaped into the air and flew rapidly toward us! I turned around sharply and saw Mu Xian with a cold face, raising his left arm toward Yi Pucheng, his slender fingers gently grasping at the air.

Yi Pucheng’s body came to an abrupt stop, hovering in mid-air about two meters away from us, motionless. His short hair was soaked with sweat, probably from the pain, and clung wetly to his forehead. His handsome face was as white as paper, his dark eyes were gloomy, and his features were distorted; and a large, bloody hole appeared in his abdomen, from which a gruesome mass of flesh and blood oozed out, looking extremely gruesome.

At that moment, his hands were tightly clutching his neck, hissing. Meanwhile, Mu Xian’s five fingers were slowly closing in mid-air—he was going to strangle him!

“Wait!” I shouted, grabbing Mu Xian’s arm. He let go, and Yi Pucheng fell to the ground with a thud.

Mu Xian slowly turned his face to the side, his eyes gazing at me with a dim, yellowish light.

“Why are you stopping me?” His voice was a little cold.

No sooner had I finished speaking than I heard a whooshing sound in my ear. Turning my head, I saw Yi Pucheng being lifted again.

“Damn it…” He was still cursing, but was immediately slammed against the big tree behind him by an invisible force. With a “thud,” he crashed into it, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

“Hua Yao, remember this,” Mu Xian’s soft voice rang in her ears again, “Don’t care about other men, not even with pity.”

My heart skipped a beat. I knew that if I showed even the slightest concern for Yi Pucheng, he would continue to torment him. I immediately shouted, “You’ve misunderstood! I hate him; I hate him so much, I wish he were dead right now.”

Mu Xian looked at me without saying a word, as if scrutinizing the truthfulness of my words.

I felt a chill run down my spine under his gaze. Without a second thought, I blurted out, “He’s the person I hate most. But…but…don’t you think killing him like this is too easy on him?”

Mu Xian remained silent, but I caught a glimpse of Yi Pucheng tilting his head slightly and looking in our direction.

How could I make Mu Xian believe that I hate Yi Pucheng but still let him live?

I looked at Yi Pucheng, and he was looking at me too, his gaze unreadable.

“He ruined our wedding and hurt you. I hate him to the core. Don’t let him die so easily,” I said slowly. “He’s a robot; he can repair himself. From now on, you will beat him up every day, and once he’s healed… beat him up again. Make him suffer every single day to vent my hatred.”

After I finished speaking, they both stared at me in silence. I knew that Mu Xian must have found it strange that I had suddenly said such a thing, but… I couldn’t think of any other way at the moment.

“I disagree. He’s an enemy, but he’s also a soldier,” Mu Xian said slowly. “I will end his life tonight.”

I was startled and was about to try again when I suddenly heard Yi Pucheng chuckle hoarsely on the other end.

“That wicked woman…” Yi Pucheng said haltingly, “I’ve been so good to you for nothing…”

I froze. Mu Xian frowned, and then I heard Yi Pucheng say, “So what if you die… I won’t lose out! Stop pretending to be innocent; I’ve held you and touched you anyway…”

Mu Xian’s face had turned completely cold. I was initially angry, but when I saw Yi Pucheng’s ferocious face and prostrate body, I suddenly realized that he was deliberately trying to provoke Mu Xian!

Why? Did he want Mu Xian to kill him in a fit of anger so he could avoid further physical suffering?

No, that wasn’t right. He values ​​his life more than anything else; why would he seek a quick death? He’d probably cling to life even with the slightest hope. So why did he provoke Mu Xian?

Did he want to completely enrage Mu Xian, making Mu Xian unwilling to let him die so easily?

Yes, that must be it.

A sudden surge of hope rose in my heart.

He continued, “…He killed me…that’s one thing, but you…I actually quite liked you…I almost kissed you…why don’t you remember…our past feelings…”

I felt a chill run down my spine, and fearing he might make things worse, I glanced guiltily at Mu Xian. Sure enough, Mu Xian’s face was icy cold, and a sinister smile was already playing on his lips.

“Don’t you want to die?” he asked softly.

My heart skipped a beat—he saw right through Yi Pucheng’s intentions at a glance!

Yi Pucheng hesitated for a moment, not immediately responding. Mu Xian then nodded calmly and said, “As you wish. I will come again tomorrow.”

I was taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief—no matter what, Yi Pucheng’s life was temporarily saved.

Mu Xian didn’t look at him again, turned around, picked me up horizontally, and walked out of the woods. But his face was a little tense; obviously, Yi Pucheng’s words had displeased him, which made me a little uneasy.

After walking a few steps, I secretly looked back at Yi Pucheng, only to see him lying face down on the ground, looking in our direction. On his bloodied and hideous face, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he actually gave me a pale smile.

***

By the time we reached the edge of the woods, the sky was already beginning to lighten, and the entire earth was bathed in a thin morning light. We spent the whole night in the forest.

Mu Xian held me tightly, remaining silent. His cool, jade-like face seemed to be covered with a faint layer of coldness, clearly still angry.

I looked at him and said softly, “Don’t worry about it; it’s nothing. I don’t even want to look at him.”

He lowered his dim, yellow eyes and looked at me without saying a word.

I asked again, “Where do we go now?”

A smile finally appeared on his lips: “Let’s go home.”

Home? I followed his gaze and saw the village where we had previously stayed. He raised his right hand and gently waved it, and something strange happened: the village huts vanished instantly, and a house sprang up from the verdant grass like a bamboo shoot. The silver-gray, floating house was elegant and simple. That was… our home.

He smiled and carried me into “home.” But as I looked at this familiar yet unreal “home,” all I could think about was that there was still a day and a night until the time Morin had mentioned.

**

He walked all the way to the bedroom before setting me down. Looking at the familiar furnishings, especially his favorite king-size bed, and even the photos of the two of us on the table, which were the same as in the real world, my heart softened. But the urge to leave grew even stronger.

“I’m going to take a shower.” A deep voice came from behind me. I nodded and continued looking at the photos on the table without turning around. After a few seconds, I realized there was no movement behind me. I turned around and saw him still standing there, quietly looking at me, his cheeks flushed slightly beneath his dim eyes.

“You wash me,” he said softly.

I was taken aback.

He used to just pick me up and carry me into the bathroom, and he would always “wash” me. But it isn’t like this now—quietly, gently, and a little shyly, asking me to help him bathe.

This tall man, who was so violent and domineering towards Yi Pucheng before, now acts like an ignorant child when facing me.

My heart ached, and I went over and hugged him.

The bathroom was filled with steam, making one feel hot and dizzy. Mu Xian sat upright in the bathtub, his upper body above the water, like a fair and smooth statue. I thought that, as before, taking a bath was just an excuse for intimate moments, but to my surprise, after scrubbing his back for a long time, he didn’t move at all, remaining sitting upright the whole time.

“Raise your hand,” I said softly.

He obediently raised his arms.

“Stand up.”

He emerged from the water with a splash, his skin already slightly red from being soaked. I wiped his long legs while he stood ramrod straight, even putting his hands behind his back, looking down at me with his dim, yellowish eyes, appearing very obedient and serious. But to my surprise, I noticed that the little beast between his legs remained limp, devoid of any desire.

so……

After his mind went blank, he simply wanted me to take care of him.

My eyes welled up with tears, and I lowered my head to avoid his cloudy, unreadable gaze.

However, when it was his turn to bathe me, his body reacted. He threw down the towel, silently pressed me against the bathroom wall, and after that, he never left my body.

Our lovemaking that day was different from every other time before.

In the past, although he was domineering, he would at least make some concessions based on my preferences and reactions. But today, he simply bound me with his mental power, silently and completely dominating the entire process, not allowing me to beg for mercy or back down. Every time I looked up, I only saw his dim, yellowish eyes and his face dripping with sweat.

When we released our pent-up emotions together, he, who always just frowned and endured, let out an unprecedented, almost painful roar. His voice was so low and hoarse that it pierced my heart like a knife. I held him tightly in my arms, and he, with his cloudy eyes, trembled silently in my embrace. Through his handsome yet grotesque face, I seemed to see the aloof, proud, and upright man I loved, imprisoned in this puppet-like body, suffering silently and repressively.

By the time he finally felt satisfied, it was already afternoon.

The blazing sun shone on the fields, turning the earth into a serene painting. Golden sunlight also bathed the bedroom, making the bedding gleam white. I was nestled in bed, dozing off, when he released me, got out of bed, and began to dress.

I found it a little strange and watched him without showing any emotion.

He buttoned up the top button of his military uniform, put on his hat and gloves, but didn’t leave the room. Instead, he sat upright on the chair by the bed, quietly smiling at me.

“You…aren’t you going to sleep?” I asked.

He gently shook his head: “Go to sleep.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m right here,” he said gently. “Hua Yao, I can’t sleep. I need to stay awake to protect you.”

I was even more confused: “But didn’t you say you control everything in this space, that it’s the safest place?”

He seemed stunned, as if only now realizing that what he had done was somewhat unnecessary. After a moment, he replied softly, “It’s very safe, but I want to protect you.”

Looking at his blank, stubborn expression, my heart ached with a mixture of sorrow and pain. After his mental breakdown, he became even more obsessive about protecting me.

“Don’t be too nervous,” I said softly.

He shook his head and said softly, “I can’t let what happened last time happen again.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at him: “Last time?”

He stared at me silently, his cloudy eyes revealing no emotion, but his lips were tightly pursed, making him look unwell.

“Watching the bomb explode at your feet, I wasn’t sure if I could protect you,” he said slowly, his voice trembling slightly.

My heart skipped a beat, and I stared at him blankly.

I clearly remember that at that time, no matter how much Yi Pucheng threatened or intimidated him, he remained calm and composed. Even before the explosion, he simply said to me in a cool and collected tone, “You will be fine.”

Later, he whispered in my ear, “If I die, Hua Yao, I’m sorry.” Even now, thinking about those words cuts me to the bone. But I also thought he was confident he could protect me with his spiritual power.

But hearing his words today, I realized that back then, he actually lacked confidence; he was even… Afraid? Not afraid of death, but afraid that I would die in his arms?

Even someone like him could feel fear. And it remains vivid in my memory to this day.

So, was it because of this fear that, after his mental breakdown, his subconscious created this powerful space to surround me—just to protect me?

Now, he was obsessed with the outside world, refusing to leave or stay up all night, almost hypersensitively guarding against a danger that didn’t even exist—simply because he always remembered that he had to protect me.

A surge of tears welled up in my eyes instantly, and my heart felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on it, making it difficult to even breathe. I quickly buried my head in the pillow so he wouldn’t see my tears.

After a long while, I looked up at him. He remained sitting quietly, his eyes dark and unfathomable. When he saw me looking at him, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Seeing that gentle, innocent smile, my heart felt like it was gradually warming up.

What else was there to fear?

What else could separate us?

Mu Xian, this time, I would protect you.

Even amidst peril, even if life were worse than death,

I would definitely take you away from here.

I would bring you home, this bewildered, gentle, and tormented version of yourself.