mynovelonline Chapter 184 I'm Going to Die
Chapter 184 I'm Going to Die
The world seemed to have quieted down.
Meng Youcheng lay motionless on the writing desk, like a corpse...
His eyes were lifeless and dull, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. His eyes were fixed on the dark ceiling, and his expression was as still as stagnant water, without any ripples.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed, his body curled up into a ball, and he let out a painful groan...
It will unfold again after a long time.
The soul may still be alive, but the body has truly died, without any strength, and even walking has become difficult. How is that any different from death?
Meng Youcheng stared blankly at the ceiling.
He didn't know what to think. The mission had failed, or rather, his mission had never succeeded from the beginning. He had been discovered, arrested, and there was no chance of turning things around. He was trapped in this house, being bullied by others every day, without even a chance to struggle...
Thinking back on everything that just happened, I feel a pang of sadness...
Meng Youcheng felt utterly hopeless...
Feng Jingsheng had already picked up his clothes and pants from the ground and put them on. He turned his head and glanced at Meng Youcheng at the writing desk. "Teacher Meng..."
Meng Youcheng closed his eyes as hard as he could, pretending not to hear.
Feng Jingsheng approached him. "If you don't get up, does that mean that what I just did wasn't enough for you, and Teacher Meng wants to continue?"
Meng Youcheng had no choice but to open his eyes and try to stand up, but he couldn't even straighten his back. He couldn't even sit up. After several attempts, his body was already exhausted, and he collapsed heavily onto the writing desk again...
Want to...continue?
Feng Jingsheng's words were like a nightmare, frantically eroding his mind. Even though his body was already exhausted, he tried to sit up once again...
Seriously, I don't want to go through this again.
His second attempt was also in vain, and he once again fell heavily onto the writing desk.
His exhausted body was simply unable to support him in sitting up; it was as if any exertion would kill him from the sheer amount of effort he had used…
Ugh... I'm so tired.
Feng Jingsheng couldn't bear to watch any longer and went forward to hug him...
Meng Youcheng tried to break free, but he couldn't even lift his hands. He could only weakly cry out, "I don't want to... I can... get up, let me go, please..."
This feeble struggle was like cotton in Feng Jingsheng's eyes, utterly useless.
Feng Jingsheng picked him up. "If you weren't a spy, you wouldn't have had to endure so much today, and I wouldn't have been so rough with you. But you are... I hate spies the most, especially spies around me. Everything I did today is my revenge on you..."
"No matter how painful it is, you have to bear it for me. After all, you spies should have thought about the worst-case scenario before you became spies, right? Besides, I haven't done anything yet. Just live well for me. You're about to face a lot more..."
Feng Jingsheng carried him out of the room, found a guest room downstairs, put him on the bed, and covered him with a blanket. Meng Youcheng's consciousness was gradually fading, and he was still struggling in vain. Feng Jingsheng pinched his hands hard, "Don't move, you'd better behave..."
Meng Youcheng's mind went blank, and his body finally couldn't take it anymore, his eyelids closing heavily.
……
It seems like he slept for a very, very long time.
In short, when he woke up, his head was throbbing with pain, as if he had been punched hard. Meng Youcheng used all his strength to raise his hand and touch his aching head...
Then it shook it vigorously.
Those unbearable memories suddenly flooded his mind, and he remained expressionless, only letting out a sigh.
He's still alive?
He raised his hand, looked at it, and sighed.
The teeth marks on my arm haven't disappeared.
I can't remember.
Just then, footsteps sounded, and his hand instantly fell to the ground. He closed his eyes slightly, pretending to be asleep...
Feng Jingsheng placed the bowl he was holding on the table, sat down on the edge of the bed, and gently touched Meng Youcheng's face. "When did you wake up? Why didn't you wake me?"
Meng Youcheng then realized that his acting skills were completely useless against him.
He opened his eyes awkwardly, pursed his dry lips, and said, "I... I just got up. Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean to not wake you, I just..."
Are you afraid of me?
Feng Jingsheng suddenly interrupted him.
Meng Youcheng was stunned for a few seconds...
Are you scared? Of course I'm scared. I'm like a damn dog. Only an idiot wouldn't be scared.
but……
Meng Youcheng sighed, "I'm not afraid..."
Feng Jingsheng's face beamed with a smile. "Really? Yes, you did so many things, forced yourself on me, and kept biting me. Aren't you afraid of me at all?"
Meng Youcheng thought for a few seconds, "Um... I... actually it's alright. After all, I did something wrong, this is my punishment, I accept it. Besides... you're so tall and handsome, I... definitely won't be afraid of you. You're so talented and dashing, so many people like you, how could I possibly be afraid of you?"
"Oh……"
Feng Jingsheng immediately beamed and touched his face, "Actually, I..."
"That's exactly what you said."
Damn it... I thought you'd at least put on an act, but I didn't expect you to be so shameless.
It's a good thing, though. Even though I can't fool you, at least I know what kind of things you like to hear!
"Oh, right..."
Feng Jingsheng suddenly picked up the bowl on the table. "This is a soup I specially made for you. I don't know what kind of soup it is. It's a recipe from the nanny's hometown. She said it can strengthen the body. She... said she couldn't get pregnant before, and then... she said her mother-in-law found this recipe for her. After her husband drank it, he got pregnant the next day..."
So?
Meng Youcheng stared at him in disbelief...
Damn it, you don't want me to drink this soup, do you? And then, damn it, get pregnant with your child?
Feng Jingsheng gently blew a puff of steam, and said, "Drink it while it's hot..."
Meng Youcheng gave a wry smile for a moment, "Why...why would I drink this? I...don't want children right now, and...you don't seem to...be able to, do you?"
Feng Jingsheng was stunned. "What are you thinking about?"
Feng Jingsheng thought for a few minutes. "I definitely can't get pregnant. The reason I told you to drink this is because your body is too weak. Besides, the nanny said that after drinking it, it will have miraculous effects and can make your desire surge, so I won't have to make you do it every time, understand?"
"Tonight... I don't want you to be limp!"
Meng Youcheng's lips twitched fearfully. "Can I?"
"No! You'd better open your mouth now! Otherwise, we can start right now, without waiting until tonight!"