The Apocalypse? No Sweat—I’ve Got the Villain - Chapter 3

Gu Yuan opened his eyes soundlessly on the bed. The first thing he did was look for me.

Lost in thought on the balcony, I never heard him approach. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, startling the cigarette from my fingers.

“Why aren’t you with me?”

I turned and met his eyes, black as ink.

As the younger brother of the novel’s universally adored protagonist bottom, Gu Yuan was naturally beautiful. But there was a thread of brooding menace beneath that beauty. He did not look like an innocent college student at all.

“I was smoking. I didn’t want the smell bothering you. Is your fever gone?”

He nodded and said he had remembered something.

“I remember now. You’re my husband.”

What?

“Listen to me. That was a misunderstanding.”

Of all the things he could have remembered, why did it have to be that?

Gu Yuan clearly did not believe me. He asked whether I was trying to deny our relationship so I could abandon him.

“I’m not leaving you. But I’m actually your professor.”

Gu Yuan thought for a moment, then gave me a look of sudden understanding.

“Is that what you want to play today? All right. I’ll go put on my uniform.”

“Wait—”

What did that filthy novel put in this poor child’s head?

I dragged him back and buttoned his shirt.

I had changed him out of his old clothes. He was wearing mine now, and they were so big they slipped off whenever he moved.

“I’ll find you some clothes tomorrow. Stay home and be good.”

I turned my face away and draped my coat over him.

“I’m coming too. Take me with you, husband.”

“I told you, I’m not your husband!”

I was a model citizen of the modern age who had never even dated. How had I somehow become the great villain’s husband?

“But I remember you saving me from the vines. You said yourself that you were my husband. Why won’t you admit it now? Don’t you like me anymore?”

Right. A hole I had dug with my own two hands. There was no climbing out of it.

“It’s not that I don’t like you.”

“Then kiss me.”

Under the bloodred moon, Gu Yuan’s eyes were devastatingly beautiful. He looked like a demon made to lure men into ruin.

“I—I’m taking a shower.”

I pushed him away and fled the balcony.

After being rejected, Gu Yuan abruptly became obedient. He even started calling me Professor.

I assumed he had accepted my explanation and thought nothing more of it.

“Professor, where are we going?”

“A safe base.”

After driving the SUV for two days, I was exhausted. I lazily led Gu Yuan toward the entrance.

“Take a number and wait! No one cuts the line unless they have an ability!”

An administrator shouted through a megaphone and pointed toward a separate passage, clearly hoping someone would use it.

Ability users were the foundation of every base. Unfortunately, all today’s arrivals were ordinary people. No one went to the special lane.

Gu Yuan had an ability, of course, but his psychic power was too formidable. Early in the novel, he had hidden it from everyone. Judging from his expression now, he had no intention of revealing it.

“You look like you can fight,” the administrator said after studying my muscles.

I could enter. Gu Yuan could not.

I put down the registration form and turned to him.

“Let’s go.”

“We’re not staying?” Gu Yuan asked.

“They said ordinary people have to wait at least a month.”

“You don’t have to wait.”

His hoarse voice made the implication obvious.

“I didn’t bring you this far to dump you outside.”

The wind was fierce. I lowered my head and pulled his coat tighter around him.

“Let’s go home. I’ll make you noodles.”

“Okay.”

He took my hand, and we climbed back into the SUV.

For the rest of the drive, Gu Yuan stared at me with such scorching intensity that I started to panic.

I desperately needed a distraction.

Right on cue, the sound of an argument came from the gas station ahead.