There’re Always Paranoid Thoughts to Monopolize Me - Chapter 58.2

In fact, compared to the main building they had just left, which had several internal elevators, Qin Ke was more familiar with this side building they were walking towards in her previous life.

The rooms in this side building mostly faced south, and it was where she had lived in her previous life—especially the dining room, which she remembered as a large slanted glass room.

In the afternoons, sunlight would pour down in large swaths, making every tiny dust particle in the air seem to glow…

Until she was locked up by Huo Zhonglou in a corner room on the first floor of the side building.

Everything related to sunlight, color, and hope was completely stripped from her life…

Qin Ke was suddenly brought back to reality by the pain in her wrist.

She looked down—Huo Jun’s five fingers were gripping her wrist tightly. The young man had stopped suddenly, his gaze fierce but his expression somewhat unpleasant as he looked ahead—

At the end of the empty corridor, covered with an intricately patterned carpet, sat a glossy black grand piano.

That piano seemed somewhat familiar.

Perhaps it had been placed there in her previous life for many years, but during those years Qin Ke had lived in the Huo family’s old mansion like a walking corpse, with little impression of most things and experiences. She didn’t know where this sense of familiarity came from.

“Huo Jun?”

Qin Ke noticed that Huo Jun’s mood wasn’t quite right today, and now he looked like he did earlier when he turned back in the fitting room—the young man’s profile was tense, his cheekbones quivering slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress and endure some emotion on the verge of eruption.

“Huo Jun, are you feeling unwell?”

“……”

Huo Jun’s gaze didn’t waver, the girl’s voice beside him seeming distant and near, as if coming from another world. In his own world isolated in darkness, at the end of the corridor on the carpet before the piano, two figures, one tall and one short, overlapped.

The tall, blurry figure of a man with his back partly turned to him almost completely obscured the petite girl in front of him. He tightly gripped the girl’s wrist, pressing her against the black piano. The clear moonlight fell through the glass corridor’s windows onto the girl’s equally snow-white, smooth skin.

Black long hair scattered across the piano, the girl whimpered with tears, her eyes empty and pained. She tried to escape several times, but each time was forcefully pulled back by the man whose figure was unclear, pressed against the cold black piano and kissed as if being ravaged…

Until at one moment, the black hair slipped, brushing across the girl’s snow-white neck and profile.

The all-too-familiar face that emerged caused a heavy, muffled thud in Huo Jun’s heart.

Huo Jun’s face turned ashen.

The girl’s somewhat anxious calls sounded again in his ears. Huo Jun’s thoughts wavered, and all the night in his eyes receded, leaving only a sun-dazzled corridor.

Huo Jun turned his head with an unpleasant expression.

“Did you see that?”

Seeing Huo Jun finally respond to her, Qin Ke’s worry eased slightly.

She looked in the direction the young man’s hand was pointing, but saw nothing except the empty corridor, the greenhouse outside, and the grand piano.

Qin Ke frowned and turned back, “See what?”

“……”

Huo Jun raised his head again at the girl’s words, and saw nothing unusual in his line of sight except for the perfectly normal still objects before him.

It was as if the tide-like receding vision had been just his own hallucination again.

But how could he possibly have such a damn hallucination!

A vein throbbed slightly at Huo Jun’s temple.

He clenched his fist almost unconsciously—the girl being pressed against the piano and kissed forcefully by that tall, blurry figure of a man was clearly Qin Ke!

Just one glance made him want to go mad—so how could he possibly allow himself to have such a hallucination?!

Qin Ke could see that Huo Jun’s mood was very strange at this moment.

She opened her mouth to say something, but saw the young man in front of her suddenly move—his five fingers still gripping her wrist tightly, he pulled her forward with a slightly stiff posture.

At first his steps were slow, but as they got closer to the piano, Qin Ke felt the hand gripping her wrist become as hard as an iron band.

“Huo Jun, you…”

Qin Ke had just started to speak when she felt a pulling force on her wrist.

The next second, caught off guard, she was pulled so that everything spun before her eyes, and then her back hit the piano, not too hard but not too gently.

Qin Ke felt pain and involuntarily let out a muffled groan.

“…I’m sorry.”

She heard the person in front of her murmur. Qin Ke looked up in confusion, but before she could meet those familiar eyes, she was suddenly gripped more tightly by the wrist and forcefully pressed against the piano lid.

The person in front of her, with dark, unfocused eyes, gripped her tightly and kissed her forcefully.

His voice was hoarse and suppressed.

“I’m sorry, Qin Qin…”

“I can’t control myself.”