Pathological Heart Lock - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

In my dreams, I drifted through the memories of how I first met Shen Qinghe.

He was a senior, two years ahead of me.

He usually spent his time working in the lab with our advisor.

A chance encounter was all it took for me to fall for him-shamefully hard.

Shen Qinghe was the most “otherworldly” person I had ever met.

He was handsome and had a great build, usually seen in a long black trench coat and thin-framed glasses.

Despite his elegant attire, his cold and distant demeanor made people hesitate to even approach him.

Later, it was only through my sheer thick-skinned persistence and relentless pursuit that I finally managed to get his WeChat.

At first, he was annoyed by me. He said plenty of harsh things, trying to make me back off.

But I harassed him with messages every day and showed up with milk tea just as often.

Slowly, Shen Qinghe began to show a bit of patience, occasionally humoring me with a few words.

Then, one Christmas Eve, I pretended to be drunk. I kissed him forcefully, mussed up his shirt, and pinned him against a table.

Shen Qinghe didn’t resist.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint, delicate red.

He squeezed the back of my neck and said in a raspy voice, “Youxin, don’t regret this.”

My body felt strange, and my head was swimming.

I let out a restless whimper and woke from the dream.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and my surroundings felt incredibly familiar.

A clean, gray-and-white room, the childish pale pink sheets beneath me, and…

Shen Qinghe, who was incessantly kissing me.

I was startled.

Shen Qinghe was usually very restrained when it came to this sort of thing.

Even when he couldn’t withstand my pleading, he was always conventional, following the motions exactly as they should be done.

He never went for anything experimental or novel.

Why was he… so out of character today?

“Qinghe…”

I gave his head a gentle push.

Shen Qinghe let out a low grunt, lifting his head from the heat of the moment. The deep crimson in his eyes hadn’t faded. “What is it, Ah Xin? You don’t like it?”

I shook my head. “No.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like it.

It just felt strange.

Shen Qinghe shouldn’t be doing this to me.

He should…

Should what?

Before I could think further, a sharp pain shot through my head.

It was strange, truly strange.

Why did I feel like none of this should be happening? Why did I instinctively want to push him away? He was the person I loved most, wasn’t he?

In a rare turn of events, I didn’t lose myself in the pleasure. Instead, I drifted off into a confused daze.

It wasn’t until a sharp sting between my legs brought me back to my senses.

“Qinghe, you’re hurting me.”

Shen Qinghe lowered his gaze and kissed me again, his tone unexpectedly tender. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong with Shen Qinghe today.

He was acting completely out of character, showing none of his former restraint or asceticism. Instead, he was like a man who had been starving for a long time, frantically taking what he wanted with an insatiable hunger.

Because of this, I had no time to think about anything else.

I was forced to lose myself in this sea of tenderness.

Day after day.

Without exhaustion.