Shen Wuxiao stared at Liu Qingqing’s portrait and slowly reached out, as if gently caressing her face.
“Qingqing, it’s the seventh day. Are you coming back to life?”
“You always said you wanted to stay young forever. I helped you fulfill that wish. Now, you’ll always be young.”
“And Uncle, Aunt… you used to always ask me for things, one request after another. From now on, if I want anything, I can only ask you in my dreams.”
“If you’re cold down there, come to me in a dream. I’ll have someone pour gasoline on your graves and light it up. That should keep you warm.”
Hearing these words, cold sweat broke out on Liu Ruyan’s back. Shen Wuxiao’s personality was unpredictable, cruel, and terrifying—he was a complete madman. She was genuinely scared. She had come here alone to face the person who had slaughtered her family. If she made even one mistake, she might end up just like them.
Shen Wuxiao looked at the portrait again and smiled softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Ruyan. She’s well-behaved, and I’ll look after her. But if she isn’t obedient, I’ll just send her back to you. When you meet again, don’t blame her.”
Liu Ruyan’s heart was filled with unease. A thin sheen of sweat covered her forehead, her lips were cold, and her body weak—like a sudden drop in blood sugar. After the memorial, Shen Wuxiao turned and walked to the sofa, sat down, spread his arms, and crossed his legs.
“Ruyan, a glass of red wine, thank you.”
His tone was soft, his expression calm, like a refined gentleman—but everything about him felt oppressive.Liu Ruyan didn’t dare disobey. She quickly brought out a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
“You want to drink with me? Not bad, not bad,” Shen Wuxiao said with a smirk.
She poured the wine and placed the glasses on the coffee table, then sat beside him. Shen Wuxiao immediately put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. Liu Ruyan didn’t resist. She rested quietly against him.
At such close distance, she could see his features clearly. Her feelings were a strange mix—fear, tension, nervousness, and even a hint of pleasure. She started to wonder if she had Stockholm syndrome.
But there was one thing Liu Ruyan knew for sure: if it weren’t for the blood feud between them, she would’ve definitely fallen in love with Shen Wuxiao. After spending time with him, it was inevitable. He was perfect in every way—appearance, physique, power, status, and even his “Kun Kun”… all top tier. And his darkness—his cruelty, ruthlessness, and unpredictability—only made him more dangerously attractive. It was terrifying, yet magnetic.
She couldn’t deny it—she longed to be the one he spoiled.
But unfortunately, they were fated to fight to the death.
Maybe she’d be lucky enough to kill him…
Or maybe one day, she’d die by his hands.
At this moment, Shen Wuxiao changed positions and lay down across her thighs. Her soft, fragrant legs became his pillow. Liu Ruyan wasn’t idle either—she gently massaged his temples. If one only looked at this scene, they would think it was a couple deeply in love.
After a while, Liu Ruyan finally spoke, “The wine is almost ready.”
“Mhm,” Shen Wuxiao murmured lazily with his eyes closed. “I’m too lazy to move. Just feed me.”
“Huh?” Liu Ruyan was stunned.
He was lying down. How was she supposed to feed him? If he choked and it went down the wrong pipe, wouldn’t that kill him?
“Use your mouth,” Shen Wuxiao said without opening his eyes.
Liu Ruyan opened her mouth slightly but said nothing. She reached for the wine glass, took a small sip, and held the wine in her mouth. After hesitating briefly, she used her thigh to support his head, then leaned down and pressed her lips to his.
Shen Wuxiao responded without hesitation.
After a long kiss, he remained lying there as if asleep.
Liu Ruyan dared not speak.
Suddenly, Shen Wuxiao sat up. “Go run some hot water. I want to take a shower.”
Liu Ruyan gave a soft “okay” and stood up, walking toward her bedroom. She went into the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water. As the water poured in, she stood there, lost in thought. Her eyes drifted toward the hair dryer hanging on the wall.
If she turned it on and threw it into the bathtub while he was bathing… would everything end just like that?
Her heart pounded. Her nerves were a mess. She stared at the water until it reached the brim before snapping out of it.
After a moment of internal struggle, she gave up on the idea.
She couldn’t afford the risk of failure.
Once the water was ready, she went to call Shen Wuxiao. The two walked back to the bathroom together. As they reached the door, Liu Ruyan said directly, “I… I can’t serve you today. I’m on my period…”
Shen Wuxiao nodded calmly. “Just help me rub my back.”
They entered the bathroom. Shen Wuxiao immediately noticed the overflowing water in the tub, but he only smiled.
He stepped into the bath, and Liu Ruyan began rubbing his back.
“Ruyan, I’m sure you think I’ve humiliated you, and that you want to kill me too,” Shen Wuxiao said suddenly.
Liu Ruyan’s slender hands trembled slightly, but she still shook her head. “No… I don’t…”
“Really? Maybe I’m just overthinking,” Shen Wuxiao said casually. “I thought you were figuring out how to kill me while you were in the bathroom. The water’s almost spilling over… you were clearly distracted.”
Liu Ruyan forced herself to stay calm. Shen Wuxiao was becoming more and more terrifying. She couldn’t figure him out.
“Let’s suppose you really did want to kill me in here. Besides using toxic gas from mixed chemicals, the only thing that might work is… the hair dryer.”
He smiled faintly.
“Ruyan, bring me the hair dryer.”
Liu Ruyan froze, completely caught off guard.
“What’s wrong? I told you to get it. Can’t you even do that?” Shen Wuxiao asked.
She stood up stiffly, walked over, and took the dryer out of the cabinet. Shen Wuxiao took it and said, “Plug it in.”
Liu Ruyan thought she’d misheard.
“I said, plug it in.”
She didn’t dare disobey and turned the power on. Shen Wuxiao flipped the switch. The hair dryer began humming.
Then, right in front of her, he let go of it.
“No!” Liu Ruyan screamed instinctively.
But it was too late.
The hair dryer dropped into the water. In an instant, the bathtub lit up with arcs of electricity. Liu Ruyan was so terrified she clung to the wall.
Yet Shen Wuxiao remained completely still in the water, unfazed. It wasn’t until the fuse burned out that the sparks stopped.
He laughed, “Remember, this method doesn’t work either. It just tingles—like a tickle.”
“Don’t risk your life doing stupid things, alright?”
Liu Ruyan was drenched in sweat. When she saw him let go of the hair dryer just now, her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. It hurt.
She didn’t even understand why.
The truth was, Shen Wuxiao was completely unharmed. She didn’t know that one of his awakened abilities was Thunder Control. Electricity meant nothing to him. Even if he didn’t have that power, his physical strength as a sixth-grade, fifth-level master would be more than enough to withstand the shock.