Deviant: No Longer Human

"That serious, hm?"

Wenxi's face flushed slightly as embarrassment flickered in her eyes.

'Grown-ups shouldn't act like this,' she thought, but that didn't stop her from puffing her cheeks, her pout deepening like a stubborn flower refusing to bloom.

Despite her inner thoughts, she snuggled closer, her delicate form nestling into Wang Xiao's chest as if seeking shelter from a strong breeze.

"Yes!" she huffed indignantly. "You visit so many women every day, but have no time for us? Hmm… you're so biased!" Her small hands clenched, fingers tightening as if she were grasping onto the last of her patience.

Wang Xiao couldn't help but chuckle. Since his return, most of his time had been spent attending to matters outside, and it was clear that Wenxi wasn't happy about it.

"Oh?" he asked teasingly, his tone light but mischievous. "So, you want to replace my women?"

Wenxi blinked, her lips pressing together in thought, a glimmer of cunning sparking in her eyes. "No," she finally replied, a slow smile creeping across her face, showing her pearly white teeth. "It's a downgrade."

Her sudden smile took Wang Xiao by surprise, and he raised an eyebrow, curious as to what she was planning.

Before he could react, Wenxi had already grabbed a tube of lipstick from the bedside table, her movements quick and determined.

Her smile widened as she uncapped the lipstick, the faint scent of dark red tempting roses filling the air. Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as he watched her smear the crimson shade across her already plump lips.

"What are you doing?" he asked, though he made no move to stop her.

Her eyes sparkled with determination, and without answering, she leaned in close—so close he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin.

Her lips pressed firmly against his cheek, leaving behind a bright red mark like the imprint of a blooming flower.

Wang Xiao blinked in surprise, but before he could react, she moved again, this time planting a kiss on his forehead. Another mark. Another bloom.

She smiled softly, her eyes gleaming as she continued. She kissed the tip of his nose, her lips leaving behind yet another vivid mark, then moved to his jaw, her lips brushing lightly against his skin, like petals falling gently in a spring breeze.

With each kiss, Wenxi became more animated, smiling between each one as she meticulously covered every inch of his face. His cheeks, his chin, his temples—no spot was left untouched. She pressed her lips to his skin over and over again, her small hands gripping his shoulders as if to steady herself, determined to leave no blank space behind.

Wang Xiao watched her with a bewildered expression.

He could feel the softness of her lips, the delicate pressure with each kiss, like raindrops falling on a calm pond.

Despite the absurdity of it, he couldn't help but smile.

As she leaned back to inspect her work, her eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

But she wasn't finished. She leaned in again, pressing her lips to his chin, then along his jawline, her small frame almost clinging to him as she continued her little harmless assault.

By the time she finally pulled away, Wang Xiao's face was a canvas of lipstick marks, a riot of red that covered his skin in a array.

Wenxi giggled, clearly proud of herself, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"There!" she declared triumphantly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Now you look perfect!"

Wang Xiao sighed, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his amusement. "I suppose this means you've claimed me, huh?" he teased.

Wenxi puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms with a triumphant pout. "Of course! Now everyone will know you're ours." But as the moment lingered, her face flushed slightly in embarrassment.

She hadn't really thought through what she was doing, and now her heart thudded in her chest, unsure how he would react.

She was daring today, braver than usual, and her mind buzzed with the possible consequences.

Wang Xiao, observing the mix of excitement and embarrassment that lit up her expression, decided to push her just a little further. "You forget a place," he said, his voice soft, but carrying a playful edge.

"Huh? Which place?" Wenxi blinked in surprise, immediately turning her head to look around, her eyes scanning his face as if trying to figure out where she had missed. Her brows furrowed in genuine confusion—'How could I forget something?'

Seeing her panic over something so small made Wang Xiao chuckle softly. He reached out and gently grabbed a handful of her silky, soft hair, running his fingers through the smooth strands as if they were the finest silk.

The moonlight filtering through the window cast a soft glow over her white hair, making it shine like a waterfall of light.

Wang Xiao brought her hair to his lips, brushing it gently, before speaking in a low murmur. "Here."

"!"

The moment his words reached her ears, Wenxi's eyes widened in shock.

Her heart skipped a beat, her lips parting slightly as the weight of his playful words sank in.

She stared at him, wide-eyed, her earlier boldness crumbling under the moment.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. The air between them felt filled with something she couldn't quite place, and her heartbeat seemed to echo in her ears.

Wang Xiao's fingers continued to weave through her hair, the strands slipping effortlessly through his grasp like the finest silk. He watched her reaction, amused by the shift in her demeanor, that delicate balance between embarrassment and curiosity.

"You were so confident just a moment ago," he teased, his voice low and smooth, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "What happened to all that?"

Wenxi felt her cheeks burn, the warmth creeping down her neck.

'What did happen to it?' She had been so daring, so sure of herself, but now, with his eyes locked on her, all that boldness had evaporated like mist in the morning sun. Her fingers fidgeted in her lap, unsure of what to do with themselves.

"I didn't forget on purpose..." she mumbled, trying to regain some of her earlier confidence but failing miserably.

Wang Xiao smirked, his grip on her hair loosening as he let it cascade back down around her shoulders. "Mm-hmm, sure," he said, his tone dripping with playful skepticism. "I think you just needed me to remind you."

Her blush deepened, and she looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I wasn't trying to..." she started, but her voice trailed off. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her hair, and her thoughts were a jumbled mess.

Wang Xiao leaned closer, his presence overwhelming as he brought his face near hers. "You know, Xi'er," he murmured, his lips hovering just near her ear, "you shouldn't start something if you're not ready to finish it."

"..."

His words sent another shiver through her, and she bit her lip, unsure of how to respond.

She gathered what little courage she had left and turned her head to face him, though her heart was still pounding. "Who said I wasn't ready?" she whispered, her voice wavering but steady enough to hold some weight.

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, surprised at her reply.

For a moment, the room was silent, except for their breathing.

Then, with a smirk playing on his lips, he leaned back slightly, giving her a little space but keeping his eyes firmly on hers.

"Is that so?" he asked, his voice still teasing, but now there was a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "Then prove it."

Wenxi blinked, caught off guard by the challenge. Her mind raced, trying to figure out what he meant, what he wanted from her. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting away from his piercing gaze for just a second before returning.

'Prove it?' She wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but the thrill of the moment—of being so close to him, of the way his presence made her feel both nervous and secure—made her want to...