Deviant: No Longer Human

"Huh?" The boy stood there, stunned and completely bewildered.

His good intentions had been utterly rejected—not just by Wang Xiao, but by the very person he thought he was rescuing.

The world suddenly felt unfair, twisted.

He glanced at Wang Xueying, confusion clouding his face. "Are you serious?!" He looked at her tear-streaked face, and for a moment, something nagged at him—she seemed familiar, like he'd seen her before.

But where?

"Baby, let's go," his girlfriend said softly, tugging at his sleeve.

Her eyes darted nervously between the two siblings, sensing there was more to this than met the eye.

He hesitated for a second, still unsure, but eventually nodded and let her pull him away.

As they walked off, he couldn't help but steal one last glance at Wang Xueying's face, trying to place where he'd seen her. 'That kind of beauty… how could I not know about her?'

In a campus like this, where student groups often tracked the campus beauties like some absurd ranking system—such a girl should definitely have been on that list.

Unless she was from a new freshman batch that had just joined. 'How did someone like her fly under the radar?'

As the couple disappeared, leaving Wang Xiao and Wang Xueying alone once more, the fight between them restarted.

Wang Xiao chuckled, shaking his head. "You really don't want help from anyone?"

Wang Xueying gritted her teeth, her body still trembling beneath his grip. "I don't."

"Answer my questions honestly, and I might let you go," Wang Xiao said, his voice low and controlled, though there was a clear warning in his tone.

"..."

Wang Xueying remained silent.

She wanted to knock him out, to turn the tables, but the difference in their strength was too great.

Diplomacy, as much as she hated it, seemed to be the only option left.

"Why were you so angry?" Wang Xiao pressed.

Wang Xueying clenched her jaw, her lips tightening.

She wasn't ready to answer that.

Her pride fought with her guilt, making her feel cornered.

"Let me rephrase," Wang Xiao said, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice. "I didn't even know anything until the last three months. How could I possibly be responsible for all this?"

Wang Xueying bit her lips, the sharp sting of guilt flickering in her eyes.

Of course, he wasn't responsible.

'It was me,' she thought bitterly.

She knew better than anyone.

It all started when she involved Wang Xiao in dealing with that vile man, Hao Zemin.

She had asked him to handle it, and things had spiraled out of control—what began as a request for help turned into something much worse.

Hao Zemin had sought revenge, and the consequences had grown larger than she ever imagined.

When Wang Xiao had returned, after everyone assumed him gone, she was completely thrown off.

She wasn't prepared to face him again.

She wasn't prepared for any of it.

"I didn't like you acting like a fool.." she muttered in frustration, her words bursting out in a broken rush.

The memory of seeing him behaving mechanically, not remembering anything from their shared past, had shattered her.

The brother who had once been so sharp, so alive, was now an empty shell of what he used to be.

Tears welled up unconsciously in her eyes.

Wang Xiao's gaze softened momentarily, but he didn't let her off the hook. "And what about the drug?" he asked, his voice turning firm again. "Do you even know what it could've done?"

Wang Xueying's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling cornered again. "It was just to knock you out," she said quickly, trying to sound indifferent.

"Knock me out?" Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, a laugh escaping his lips. "And what were you planning to do after that, huh?"

Her eyes widened, the full weight of her plan crashing down on her.

'What was I going to do?' Her lips trembled, opening and closing as she tried to form an answer. "I-I…"

Her face flushed bright red, a deep crimson like the petals of a peony in full bloom.

The truth was too shameful, too absurd to say out loud.

She had come up with something so diabolical in her desperation that now, faced with her his interrogation, it seemed utterly insane.

Wang Xiao's suspicions grew.

He leaned closer, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "If you don't tell me, don't even think about leaving."

Wang Xueying panicked.

She was trapped, embarrassed beyond reason.

'Why did I even think of such a thing?' The madness of her own actions was sinking in, but it was too late to backtrack now.

Desperation had driven her to a point she didn't recognize herself anymore.

"To make sure you're responsible..." she whispered cryptically, her voice barely above a murmur, her eyes lowering to the ground in shame.

"Responsible for what?" Wang Xiao asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Wang Xueying's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, her face now resembling cherry blossoms in the spring.

She avoided his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.

This was mortifying.

"For me..." she muttered weakly, barely audible.

"??" Wang Xiao blinked, dumbfounded. For a moment, he thought he had misheard.

He wasn't slow to catch on, but what she had just implied was outrageous.

Responsible for... her?

It hit him suddenly.

Wait, she can't mean...

His thoughts trailed off, and his own face turned embarrassed slightly, realizing what she had been plotting.

In a mix of both frustration and embarrassment, Wang Xiao raised his hand and smacked the back of her head. "Have you lost your mind?"

Wang Xueying, though still reeling from her own embarrassment, instinctively snapped back, "No, it's you!" But she instantly regretted it, feeling a twinge of guilt.

She knew it was all her doing, but admitting it aloud was another matter entirely.

Wang Xiao, shaking his head in disbelief, finally stood up and released her. "You'd better not try that kind of stupidity again, or I'll lock you in your room."

He didn't care that he wasn't the master of the household, not in his mother's home at least, but keeping his sister in check was something he could do without a second thought.

To him, locking her up would be as easy as breathing.

Wang Xueying sat up slowly, rubbing her wrists, which had turned red and slightly scratched from the pressure.

She winced, letting out a quiet hiss of pain, before casting Wang Xiao a faint smile—a smile that made no sense to him.

Her eyes, now misty, held an unreadable look as she gazed at him, her lips quirking up in the smallest of smirks.

"What are you smiling about?" Wang Xiao asked, genuinely puzzled.

She wasn't just planning to drug him.

That much was clear.

She had even intended to take him to the island Isabelle had mentioned, a place where things could've gone far beyond what he imagined.

But she remained silent, knowing that if she revealed that part of her plan, she'd likely earn another scolding—or worse, a beating.

"Nothing," she whispered, casting a sideways glance toward the distant trees, her mind still swirling with thoughts.

'How did it get to this point?' she wondered.