Exclusive Possession – CH 071

Chapter 71.

The Mu Xian before me was somewhat different from the one I remember.

In the past, if he was angry or enraged, he would show a cold and chilling smile, hold me tightly, and kiss me fiercely and ruthlessly, strong and arrogant, restrained, yet unable to hide his sharp edge.

Instead of being as quiet as it was now, as quiet as a stagnant pool.

“What is it now?” His face was a little pale, and his deep voice was dry.

“What is what?” I looked at him blankly and sadly.

He lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes obscuring his clear gaze: “What is all this? Is it yet another dream of mine? Or another plan by the Time Clan?”

I had so much to say about my grievances, but when I heard his words, I felt an overwhelming pang of heartache.

“No! It isn’t a dream! Nor is it the Time Clan’s plan!” I couldn’t hold back any longer, rushed over, and hugged his waist. His body stiffened noticeably, and he didn’t move.

I choked back tears and buried my face in his chest: “Mu Xian, please don’t misunderstand me. I’m a member of the Time Clan from thirty million years in the future, but I didn’t know that before; otherwise, I would have told you. Until the day of the Stan Rebirth Project, your mental power triggered my memories. Historically, in the past, you would die from energy overload. When you died, your mental power would explode, triggering the potential of other mental power users, and the universe would enter the superpowered era. Stan Star would still fall into darkness a hundred years later. But the mass of the universe would also decrease, galaxies would collapse, and black holes would increase, and thirty million years later, the universe would perish.”

“I came to your side intending to kill you beforehand. But I couldn’t bear to; I only wanted to save you. Even if I couldn’t stop the arrival of the superpowered era, I wanted you to live! But I failed. Everything that’s happening now is because we used black hole energy to reverse time in the entire universe. Mu Xian, I never intended to hurt you! To bring you back to life, I…I…”

“Commander, what’s the situation inside?”

Mu Xian released me: “Go back first.” I was a little reluctant to let him go, and he hadn’t told me why he had memories. But he already called out, “Come in.”

Soldiers rushed in with guns, surrounding the unconscious Yi Pucheng on the ground. As I reached the door, I couldn’t help but turn back. Mu Xian stood among a group of soldiers, his hands behind his back, his face slightly lowered. He was fair-skinned and handsome, but his expression was cold and solemn.

My heart suddenly sank.

No, that’s not right.

His reaction was too calm.

Although the misunderstanding had been cleared up, he hugged me to comfort me. But… he was still too calm.

So did he… believe me?

This realization suddenly sent chills down my spine.

But how could Mu Xian not believe me? Even when his empire and his father doubted me, he still chose to stand by my side. I explained what happened that day clearly enough!

No, this wasn’t like him.

He had changed.

No, something must have happened to him, but I didn’t know yet. It must be related to why he had memories.

In the narrow corridor, soldiers approached, bowing their heads to avoid me. My gaze drifted blankly across the sky outside the window, where silvery nebulae beautifully blurred the landscape, their starlight dazzling like a dream. As I gazed, the question he had just asked me suddenly popped into my head.

“What is all this now? Is it just another dream?”

He said, “Another dream?” A flash of white light seemed to pass through my mind—had he had a similar dream?

After…death?

***

I returned to my room. Mop was silent, and Morin looked conflicted. I could only say, “Mu Xian will explain everything to you.” But when evening came, Mu Xian didn’t return. Instead, he sent someone to summon me to the interrogation room.

The large interrogation room was brightly lit, with all the overhead and side lights on. Yi Pucheng sat casually in the center chair, now dressed in clean clothes, the wounds on his face completely gone. The lights made his face look exceptionally handsome, almost like a movie star. As I walked in, his long, dark eyes curved into a slight smile, a hint of amusement in them.

Mu Xian sat alone behind the long table. When he saw me, his eyes seemed to linger for a moment before returning to their usual coldness.

“Come here,” he said in a deep voice.

I sat down next to him, and a pang of sadness welled up in my heart for no apparent reason.

Come here.

Such a simple sentence. I used to be quite dissatisfied with him, always thinking he was a chauvinist.

But when he wasn’t around, I longed for someone to say those two words to me. How many times had I thought about it?

“Are you really a member of the Time Clan?” Yi Pucheng’s voice suddenly rang out. I looked up and saw him squinting.

I nodded.

“Let me see your spiritual energy again.” He leaned back lazily in his chair. “Your Highness, selling yourself is something that naturally requires utmost caution; is that alright?”

Mu Xian’s expression was indifferent, seemingly acquiescing.

I was somewhat surprised.

“Let’s start with a small shockwave.”

His tone was still so arrogant, still so irritating.

I raised my hand, and a small white ripple shot straight at his throat. His expression changed drastically, and his body suddenly flipped backward, crashing to the ground with a thud. Of course, I had that much control; the white light wouldn’t have harmed him anyway. I withdrew my hand, and the white light disappeared.

“Do you want to see more?” I asked.

He was taken aback, got up from the ground, pulled out a chair, sat down calmly, and glanced at me sideways: “What the hell are you doing here?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I subconsciously turned my head and saw Mu Xian looking at Yi Pucheng with a slight smile on his lips. The light shone on his face, making it glow like jade.

He smiled too.

This was the first smile he gave me since we reunited.

Why did I feel vaguely unwell?

“Fine. For her sake, I can persuade the mercenary headquarters to lease those asteroids and the fleet to you,” Yi Pucheng said slowly. “But I need to know, what exactly are you planning to do?”

My heart skipped a beat—an asteroid, a fleet? Could it be that Mu Xian was already planning that? So he could cooperate with Yi Pucheng, whom he hated the most, without holding a grudge?

Sure enough, he looked at Yi Pucheng and replied calmly, “I plan to build another empire.”

The lights were blazing, and Yi Pucheng and I both fell silent. Mu Xian turned to look at me: “You go back first.”

I didn’t move: “Then when are you coming back?”

He lowered his eyes: “I will try my best.”

My heart clenched, but he had already begun discussing the details with Yi Pucheng, while officers also entered. I walked out the door alone into the narrow corridor.

An indescribable sense of loss and sadness.

As a result, he still hadn’t returned by midnight, even though all the officers and men on board were already resting.

I wrapped myself in his military jacket and stepped out of the cabin. The guards looked hesitant, so I said, “I’m going to find the commander. You can come with me if you want.”

It was obvious that they were left by Mu Xian to monitor me.

They actually followed me all the way to Mu Xian’s work cabin door. The door was locked from the inside, but I used my mental power to break the lock, pushed the door open, and slammed it shut.

When I looked up, I was stunned.

His work cabin, like him, was dark, simple, and cold. It was empty, but the overhead lights, nightlights, and desk lamps were all on, making it as bright as day. The bathroom door was closed, but it was also brightly lit, with the sound of running water. A shirt and military uniform were draped over the sofa armrest—he was apparently taking a shower.

I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

light.

Previously, Mu Xian didn’t like bright lights and preferred dim, soft light. His half-beast physique allowed him to see clearly even in the dark. But after his rebirth, no matter where he went—my rest pod, the interrogation room, and here—he turned on all the lights.

Why?

I sat down on the sofa. Despite the bright lights, his room had an indescribable chill.

With a soft “thump,” the bathroom door opened. He was drying his hair with a towel in one hand, his tall, naked body like a marble statue. When he saw me, a look of surprise flashed across his fair, wet face.

“You don’t believe me?” I asked softly, getting straight to the point.

He stood still, silent, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

My heart felt like it was being weighed down by a huge rock. Looking at him, I said, word by word, “If you don’t believe me, then kill me. I won’t resist. My life now exists for you.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, including me.” He suddenly interrupted me, his voice cold, his dark eyes swirling with unspoken tension.

“But you still don’t believe me?”

He remained silent.

A chill ran through me, and I stood up and walked toward him. He looked so refined and handsome, yet there was an indescribable aloofness about him.

I choked up and said, “I know that the scene before I died made you think I betrayed you, but I did not! If you still don’t believe me, if you still don’t believe me… I can leave; I will leave right now! Leave Stan and leave you! That way, I will definitely not hurt you! Even if we have to part ways, I want you to believe me!”

The moment those words left my mouth, I felt as if my heart had been ripped open, and hot, wet tears welled up—why did I say that? I simply couldn’t imagine being separated from him…

I almost lost my composure and instinctively turned to leave, but suddenly my waist tightened, and I was pulled back by a strong force, almost crashing into his arms. His arms were as tight as iron hoops, and his deep, husky voice said, word by word, “Hua Yao, how could we be separated?”

Was he also stung by the word “separate”?

I choked back tears and said, “Then why do you do this to me?”

He fell silent again but held me even tighter.

With a heart full of bitterness, I said, “Do you know that after you died, I could only create hallucinations every day, living in a daze? Do you know how long I stayed alone in the black hole, trying to turn back time and resurrect you? I don’t even know how long it was—a month, a year? Maybe ten years! I stayed there for a very long time! Now, when I close my eyes, I still remember the feeling in the black hole, every muscle falling off, seeing my eyeballs bursting, I…”

I’ve never said these things to him before, because I was afraid it would hurt him. But today, I just want him to feel sorry for me.

Before I could finish speaking, my chin was grabbed, his cool face inches away, and a deep shock and pain seemed to flash in his eyes. Before I could even figure it out, his lips had already landed hard on mine.

His grip was incredibly strong; my feet were off the ground as he held me tightly in his arms, my waist aching from the tightness. His kisses were even more intense and fierce, sucking and biting until I felt a dull ache.

But this painful yet hazy kiss seemed to bury all my reason. I wrapped my arms around his neck, entwined my legs around his waist, and kissed him passionately in return. His eyes became turbulent and dark, and his pale face tightened slightly.

His body, parched for so long, was exposed to the cold air again. His fingers, his lips, his tongue, and every inch of his skin seemed to be a wildfire, making me tremble with sensitivity.

There was no foreplay whatsoever; not even a hug or a kiss made us impatient. His taut, burning hardness, dry and painful, with a certain sinister ferocity, plunged in and began a storm of pounding.

His hands were like iron clamps, firmly imprisoning me beneath him. Pain and pleasure tormented me simultaneously, leaving me with a disoriented feeling of being on the verge of collapse. Yet, gazing at his handsome, picturesque face and his taut, cheetah-like body, I felt utterly captivated.

Only this extreme, almost out-of-control feeling could soothe the pain buried deep in my heart. That day, the heart-wrenching pain of losing him.

That night, he was very forceful, and he kept holding me tightly from behind or in front of me. When it was over, his long arms and legs were intertwined with mine, holding me tightly in his arms without any gap, and we were like two children clinging to each other.

When I woke up, I found the lights were still on, and the bedside was empty. I got up and looked over and saw him sitting naked on the sofa with his back to me, his head slightly lowered.

The light shone on his back, outlining breathtaking lines. Broad shoulders, a strong back, a narrow waist, and long legs made him look like a deity sitting in meditation, yet exuding loneliness and desolation.

My heart softened. Although he had changed somewhat, he still came back to me.

He seemed to sense the movement, but without turning around, he slowly said, “Hua Yao, I was in Yu.”

I was taken aback, staring at his handsome, serene profile. He continued, “My spiritual power has been trapped inside Yu. My consciousness was extremely blurred, and I was surrounded only by darkness.”

Only then did I understand, and my heart trembled.

Yu? Was he in Yu?

Yes, his body vaporized that day, but Stan’s powerful new energy pillar remained unbroken. So his energy was also forced into Yu Mountain?

It suddenly dawned on me—that’s why he had memories, and that’s why our time travel was off track. Because back then, inside the black hole, there were actually two energy entities, him and me.

Was this fate, destined to keep us from being apart?

I rushed over and hugged him tightly. He immediately picked me up, placed me on his lap, buried his head deep in my shoulder, and we pressed close together.

After a while, the intense heartache still overwhelmed me.

I said hesitantly, “We’ve been separated for so long, and you’ve been stuck in Yu all this time…” My voice suddenly stopped.

We’ve been apart for so long. How long…?

For me, it felt like I was transported back to the future in an instant, and then I hesitated for a whole year. I lost him for a year.

But… but for him, how long had we been apart?

I stared blankly up at him, his handsome face illuminated by the lamplight. He looked at me, and in his cool eyes now lay the familiar tenderness and infatuation. His kisses began to fall softly and gently on my face, as if the Mu Xian of the past was slowly returning.

But all I felt was a throbbing pain in my brain, and my heart was hurting so badly I couldn’t breathe.

For him, we had been separated for thirty million years. My love had spent thirty million years alone in darkness.

I choked up instantly, unable to speak.

The fall of Stan Star, the descent into darkness, the universe had changed beyond recognition. Yet he remains trapped in Yuri, believing I had betrayed him.

Was that why he asked if this was another of his dreams? And why he turned on the lights everywhere he went, bright white lights? Was it because he’d been wandering in the darkness for too long and had begun to fear it?

Was that why he looked at me so distantly and warily? Had it been millions of years, and in his heart, had I become distant and blurred?

But after I cried, after I felt reluctant to let go, he immediately let down his guard and held me tightly. In bed, he was so fierce, so silent, like a wild wolf ready to tear me apart and devour me, yet also like a child, entwining with me tightly as we slept…

My tears streamed down my face as I tightly embraced his neck: “Mu Xian, Mu Xian… we will never be apart again, never again…”