The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 28: Stockholm Syndrome

The movement of his hands came to a complete halt. Zhu Haomiao squinted his eyes, the Purple Gold Divine Light in his pupils trembling in resonance with the faint spirit light, as the cold divinity and warm humanity flickered back and forth in his gaze, shifting uncertainly.

"Senseless pity, anything that shakes my heart must be erased."

Zhu Haomiao gave a cold laugh and continued to tilt Ye Wan Ning's chin up, but just as their eyes were about to meet, the faint spirit light suddenly burst forth, freezing his hand's movement completely.

Zhu Haomiao squinted his eyes once more, the divine light swirling in his dark pupils, pressing the light of humanity back into the depths of his pupil little by little.

But during this standoff, the young man raised his other hand, touching the liquid flowing from the corner of his eye, and looked at the crimson blood on his fingertip, wincing in disgust.

"What a fragile shell."

With that, the awe-inspiring and terrifying Purple Gold divinity instantly collapsed and condensed, transforming into a stream of light that plunged deep into his pupil.

Ye Wan Ning trembled all over, feeling the overwhelming pressure of heaven and earth instantly dissipate, the fingers that had hooked her chin slowly dropping down, and a weak, helpless chuckle came from above.

"Senior sister, don't cause trouble anymore."

In disbelief, she raised her head to see the young man with blood and tears streaming down his cheeks, Ye Wan Ning gritted her teeth, her lips trembling slightly, tears swirling in her eyes but stubbornly not falling.

"What do you mean I caused trouble? Clearly, it was you who caused trouble!"

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She wiped her eyes abruptly with her sleeve, feeling utterly wronged, instinctively wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, as memories of the pleasure of being kissed and licked earlier resurfaced in her mind, making her angrier the more she thought about it.

My first kiss!!!

"..."

Zhu Haomiao was speechless, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Putting aside the facts, even if I was 99% at fault, does that mean you, Ye Wan Ning, bear no responsibility?

Who told your lips to be so enticing?

And unfortunately, they happened to complete the last bit of [Lust], causing a qualitative change.

"It's all because you're too alluring, Senior Sister..."

Instinctively blurting out his vexing thoughts, Zhu Haomiao twisted his mouth in bitterness.

"Please don't get too close anymore, alright?"

"I..."

Instinctively wanting to settle scores with Zhu Haomiao, but the lingering reverence deep within her soul left Ye Wan Ning without a trace of courage, her shoulders slumping in dejection, pouty and aggrieved.

"I won't dare to in the future."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao flashed a weary smile and affectionately patted Ye Wan Ning's head.

"Good girl."

The gentle touch on her head made Ye Wan Ning's heart skip a beat, and that pampering 'good girl' made her whole body go limp and numb, a previously unknown stirring surging from the depths of her soul.

A hint of color rose on her pale face, her heart pounding chaotically, as Ye Wan Ning's thoughts drifted into disarray.

Is this Stockholm Syndrome?

How could I derive pleasure from being abused?

Am I actually finding this brat a bit handsome?

I clearly only saw him as a junior brother...

Lightly biting her lip, Ye Wan Ning's heart was in turmoil, while Zhu Haomiao on the side completely missed the complex emotions on her face.

"Senior sister, there's a health office a few hundred meters east after exiting the teaching building; please help take me there."

"Huh?"

There's no health office around here at all?

Her mind still not catching up, as Ye Wan Ning lifted her head, the young man collapsed straight into her arms.

Hurriedly catching him, sensing Zhu Haomiao's rapidly declining breath, Ye Wan Ning was taken aback, holding him as she leapt out the window.

The three-story height seemed negligible, as Ye Wan Ning softly landed and absorbed the impact, following Zhu Haomiao's instructions before he lost consciousness as she sprinted urgently.

Though clueless about why the young man was fixated on a nonexistent health office, in the urgency, Ye Wan Ning had no choice but to trust him.

In mere dozens of seconds, she arrived at the destination, shocked to find an actual health office in sight!

Her pupils slightly contracted, with no time to delve deeper, Ye Wan Ning rushed straight into the health office.

Before she could speak, the dignified, languid school nurse, seemingly anticipating this, pointed effortlessly without lifting her head.

"Lay him on the bed."

An inexplicable sense of security welled up, YYe Wan Ning's tensed muscles gradually relaxed, and her anxious, fearful feelings began to dissipate.

Gently placing Zhu Haomiao on the examination bed, Ye Wan Ning hesitated, unsure as she looked at the ethereal beauty before her.

"Teacher..."

"You lie on the bed too."

Giving her no chance to speak, Nangong Su'e pointed to the bed beside Zhu Haomiao's, calmly ordering her.

Instinctively following her command to lie down, Ye Wan Ning watched Nangong Su'e stand by Zhu Haomiao's bed, using an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to wipe the blood from his face, her expression complex as she gazed down at the young man.

It was like an elder looking at a troublemaking junior, her eyes shifting from anger to exhaustion, to helplessness, finally condensing into a long sigh.

"Sigh... a little rascal who won't let one rest assured!"

Pinching Zhu Haomiao's cheek in irritation, Nangong Su'e drew out a slender incense stick, flicking it lightly, the incense spontaneously igniting, emitting wafts of mysterious purple smoke.

Sticking the incense on the bedside table between the two examination beds, Nangong Su'e turned to mix some medicines, Ye Wan Ning wanting to speak but interrupted by a refreshing scent.

A faint coolness traveled straight up through her nostrils, sinking into the Purple Palace bit by bit, the once alert and anxious thoughts turning muddled and scattered in an instant.

A heavy drowsiness washed over like tide, the wounded divine soul greedily absorbing the refreshing coolness from the purple smoke, realizing her injuries were rapidly healing, Ye Wan Ning's last shred of consciousness slipped into protective slumber, her powerful soul accelerating its recovery.

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao also breathed in the faint purple smoke, his tightly knit brows gradually relaxing, and as Nangong Su'e inserted the needle into his vein, spirit light "nutrient liquid" coursing through his blood brought solace to the suffering youth, lulling him into deep sleep.

Nangong Su'e glanced at the multi-colored medicine bottles hanging in mid-air, unable to resist pinching the unconscious boy's cheek again, grumbling irritably.

"The medicinal properties meant to last for years burned up in just a few breaths; with your prodigal skill, even Central Super can't afford it!"

And by the time Zhu Haomiao regained consciousness, the sky outside had already blackened completely, with the fluorescent lights illuminating the health office, leaving only Su E teacher, with her legs crossed, lightly tapping her palm with a thin, long teaching rod, looking at him expressionlessly.

Hastily getting off the examination bed, Zhu Haomiao noticed another band-aid on the back of his hand, understanding he must have received nutrient liquid while unconscious, yet his body and mind lacked the fullness experienced in previous infusions.

Instead, he felt as if he had been depleted by a thousand women taking turns, his body empty, every cell, every wisp of divine soul uttering a single word—empty.