The Top Male Lead Who Does Not Like to Eat (43)

The moment Si Jiu first noticed something off about Xie Yu, she had a vague suspicion. But as far as she knew, even if someone had a split personality, it wouldn’t change their physical structure. Yet now, she was certain. Xie Yu truly had a dual personality—and it was the kind that felt almost supernatural.

The reason behind it remained a mystery. But this person before her, if it were Xiu, his demeanor was nothing like him. He was more sinister. Apart from his eyes, there wasn’t a single resemblance to Xiu.

Si Jiu had to admit that this man, who had been relentlessly chasing after her, had piqued her interest and stirred her curiosity. However, at the moment, curiosity was the last thing on her mind.

Perhaps Xiu was also mindful of Si Jiu’s inexplicable death and resurrection. This time, he hadn’t gone too far. Afterward, he was incredibly considerate, carrying Si Jiu to bathe.

Stripped of desire, his well-mannered self bore some resemblance to Xiu. He liked to cling to Si Jiu, enjoyed when she stroked his head, and loved having her sit on his shoulders as he carried her around the room.

Since Xiu’s appearance, Mantou had been curled up silently in his doghouse, not making a sound. This reminded Si Jiu of the Dragon God’s forbidden land, which housed many creatures yet was as silent as a grave.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

Xiu, displeased, placed her hand back on his head, signaling her to rub him.

Distracted, Si Jiu stroked his fur and casually asked, “Do you know dragon language magic?”

“Hm? What’s that?” he replied.

“You don’t?”

“Who does?” His tone soured instantly. With a swift motion, he lifted Si Jiu off his shoulders, pinched her chin, and looked at her dangerously. “Do you like that?”

“No. I just saw it in a movie and got curious.”

He studied her closely, as if trying to discern if she was telling the truth.

“Sometimes, I feel like I should be a dragon,” he said.

Si Jiu was stunned.

“Xie Yu, when you’re awake, do you know what I’m like?”

His words grew smoother.

“I… don’t know.”

“I’m in a place piled with gold and treasure, always sleeping. But my body hurts so much.”

Si Jiu’s breath caught. He noticed but acted as if he hadn’t.

“Because it hurts so much, most of the time, I don’t want to wake up. Except… that time when Xie Yu was kidnapped.”

“Xie Yu was kidnapped?” Her concern made Xiu immediately displeased.

“You care about him?”

“Uh, no, no, no.”

He leaned close, his breath on Si Jiu’s face. “Then, between me and Xie Yu, who do you like?”

That was a deadly question.

“I like you.”

“Heh… Xie Yu always thought you were a sly little fox, always tricking people. Seems he was right.”

Si Jiu was speechless.

“He and his mother were kidnapped together. That time, he watched his mother get killed right before his eyes. The pain was unbearable; he almost lost his mind. So, I woke up.”

Si Jiu clenched her fists immediately.

“And then?”

Xiu chuckled lightly, as if recalling something delightful.

“Then I killed them all. Not a single one spared.”

He looked into her eyes, carefully reading her expression. Suddenly, he sighed. “Don’t be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you.”

Si Jiu was stunned. “Why not?”

“Because… you’re the one who awakened me. Xie Yu and those so-called psychologists kept weakening, suppressing, and forcing me to sleep. It was you. Ever since he met you, I realized that as long as I’m near you, the pain fades. I want to kiss you, hold you, possess you. You’re like a precious treasure I lost and found again, the redemption that pulled me out of an endless abyss.”

His gaze flickered with light and shadow. For a moment, his eyes seemed to turn a bright blue. But on closer look, it was as if they never changed.

“I slumbered for thousands of years in a collapsing, annihilated space that held only the world’s core, never expecting to be reunited with you.”

“I’m so happy, my lord.”

He knelt before Si Jiu on one knee, kissed the back of her hand with his forehead, then looked up, smiling warmly at her.

In that instant, his hair shimmered with a golden glow, complementing the dual black and gold of his eyes—stunning beyond words.

Si Jiu recoiled in shock, exclaiming, “Charles?”

The man tilted his head, his smile sincere. “Is that the name my lord gave me? I like it.”

Si Jiu’s heart raced.

Xie Yu’s third personality?!

Damn it!