70 Conflicting emotions

On the bedroom door stood weimo, his face, which was clear and smooth as jade was now bloodied. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, his hands were clenched into fists and he was standing at the door of the bedroom leaning on the door. His body felt as if it had no strength left.

This was Xiaomin's first time seeing Weimo in this state. She had lived two lifetimes but never saw Weimo in such a condition. In her last life, even when she was kidnapped and he was searching for her he never broke down. Xiaomin still remembered, even after receiving her dead body he didn't cry, neither broke down. He simply kept on going forward.

Holding his shoulders Xiaomin took him to the bed. Today Xiaomin felt him very light, even though he was feeling little light he was indeed tall and had enough weight making Xiaomin difficult to carry him.

Taking each step slowly and stabilizing herself along with Weimo's bed Xiaomin eventually reached near the bed. Making him sit down she ran to the bathroom and got a wet towel. Squatting to reach his height Xiaomin started wiping the blood off his face. Xiaomin made sure to clearly have a look at his face if there were any cuts and luckily she did not find any injuries. Xiaomin was not sure if he was hurt on his face or somewhere else.

Xiaomin had just wiped Weimo's face once or twice when he suddenly clasped her wrist, startling her. Weimo right now was behaving strangely. He was quiet all the way, the strength he used was also too much for Xiaomin.

His eyes had a different emotion, it was not the same emotion of love. It was something deep, something hidden. He gazed at Xiaomin with his bloodshot eyes like a ferocious wolf. It was as if he was ready to devour her, this was very different from what Xiaomin had always seen. But, it was still familiar.

Generally, Xiaomin would not be intimidated by Weimo, but currently, she was sacred. She had no strength to hold on, she was nervous. Xiaomin was completely unable to understand why she was feeling like this. From the moment Weimo had seen her he did not speak a word. He did not say anything, did not comfort her. Her heart was in a mess, she just did not feel right. It was a little scary.

Even when Weimo was scary she felt safe, comfortable around him. Xiaomin was unable to know why she was feeling scared today. Weimo pulled Xiaomin towards himself, inching closer to her lips, he held the back of her head with the palms of his hand. Probably his strength was too high for Xiaomin to flinch a little in fear. This ultimately increased the distance between both of them.

Weimo frowned, he then left Xiaomin's wrist and glided his hand back towards her shoulder, holding her tightly from the back. He moved his other hand which was resting on her neck to the back of her head.

Xiaomin had conflicted emotions, it was not that they never kissed. It was just that since that day she was reborn, Weimo had never initiated any intimacy with her. So actually, this would be her first kiss with him after so long.

She had been anticipating it, was looking forward to it. On one side her heart was saying her to let her emotions flow with him while another tiny part was saying her to move away.