She's Crazy, I Love Her - Chapter 2
After three repetitions, the warning ceased, and silence returned to her mind.
Qi You released Chi Yue and tossed her onto the sofa.
The collar of Chi Yue’s shirt strained, followed by a faint pop as a button came undone.
Qi You glanced down. A coin-sized damp stain marked the collar—where Chi Yue had bitten it.
Chi Yue’s head swam from the rough handling.
Qi You stood beside her, looking down with a detached gaze.
If Chi Yue had previously been like an old, malfunctioning machine—slow, jerky, and prone to stalling—she now seemed to have suddenly sprung to life, its metallic surface gleaming coldly, its gears whirring with sharp precision.
After a full minute of observation, Chi Yue turned and walked toward the bar, her slender heels clicking crisply against the polished marble floor.
Qi You retrieved a glass from the shelf and turned on the faucet.
The water gushed out with a rush.
Qi You held the glass under the stream, methodically rinsing its interior. The clear water soaked her entire hand.
After a moment, she reached for a second glass.
With both glasses finally washed, Qi You turned off the faucet. The only sound in the room abruptly ceased, plunging the space into silence.
Though the room was still, one could faintly hear Chi Yue’s ragged breathing and the occasional, incoherent mutterings.
Qi You seemed not to hear. She approached the water purifier on the bar counter, cup in hand, and patiently examined the buttons above it.
Iced water, warm water, hot water…
After a long moment, the purifier finally activated. Qi You filled her cup with iced water, took a sip, and waited for the other cup to refill.
The machine’s silvery-gray surface reflected her face, the metallic sheen soft and hazy. In the distorted reflection, her features were stretched and warped by the magnetic patterns.
Qi You turned with the cup and slowly walked to the sofa.
Chi Yue was curled up on the sofa, shivering violently.
Qi You paused, then bent down and touched the cold glass cup to Chi Yue’s exposed ear. The tip of her ear, hidden beneath her dark, curly hair, was bright red.
Chi Yue flinched and looked up.
Qi You handed her the cup of warm water, her voice calm. “Want some?”
Chi Yue’s face was wet, her eyes misty, the corners tinged with a vivid red, like a wilted Rhododendron simsii flower.
“Drink,” Qi You said.
Chi Yue’s unfocused pupils lingered for several seconds before slowly focusing. She raised her arm, her fingers covering Qi You’s hand gripping the glass, and snatched the cup. She gulped down the water, tilting her head back so far that some spilled, trickling down her chin.
Qi You lowered her gaze to Chi Yue, studying her delicate neck and the soft cartilage of her Adam’s apple bobbing as she swallowed.
Qi You pressed her ice-cold water glass against the softest part of Chi Yue’s neck.
Chi Yue flinched, letting out a startled cry before choking on her own breath. She struggled to push the glass away, curling up and coughing violently.
Her dark pupils reflected Chi Yue’s pained expression.
Leaning against the armrest of the nearby armchair, Qi You watched her quietly.
Once Chi Yue stopped coughing, Qi You asked, “Miss Chi, what’s wrong?”
Chi Yue turned her head slowly, her mind hazy from the drug’s effects. She hadn’t noticed Qi You’s strange reaction.
“I…” Chi Yue moaned, unable to suppress the sound, her body trembling uncontrollably. “I’ve been drugged…”
“What kind of drug?” Qi You pressed.
Chi Yue curled up again, the bl00d pounding in her temples. Her consciousness was completely overwhelmed by lust, her exposed leg rubbing against the sofa—the pure black leather felt briefly cool against her skin before quickly turning scorching hot.
“What kind of drug?” Qi You repeated, her voice insistent.
“I… I don’t know,” Chi Yue stammered.
Qi You tilted her head. “Is it an aphrodisiac?”
Chi Yue closed her eyes, her face contorting in pain.
Qi You asked, knowing the answer, “Are you in pain?”
Chi Yue nearly burst into tears.
This was the first time Qi You had ever seen her like this—her body limp as mud, yet twitching slightly, like a drug addict in withdrawal.
Chi Yue had tried to stop her from drinking the wine, and she had also ignored her when she did. She had tried indifference, called the police, summoned doctors, and even dunked her in cold water to sober her up.
She had made countless different choices, but this was the first time she had simply watched Chi Yue writhe under the drug’s torment.
“It hurts…” Chi Yue whimpered, reaching for Qi You’s sleeve but desperately restraining herself.
Qi You studied her for a long moment before bending down and pressing the glass of ice water against Chi Yue’s exposed thigh. “Does this help?”
Chi Yue let out a sharp cry, though the sound was only a weak whimper. She grabbed Qi You’s wrist, trying to push her away, but her efforts were futile.
Qi You held the glass in place for two seconds before moving it to another spot.
Chi Yue felt a surge of terror and recoiled, her teeth chattering. “So cold…”
Qi You replied, “But you look so hot.”
Chi Yue was indeed burning up, her body drenched in sweat, her skin glistening as if freshly washed.
Yet the icy water in the cup felt excruciatingly cold against her overheated skin. Even a brief touch was like an ice pick piercing her bones.
Oblivious to her suffering, Qi You tilted the cup and poured the icy water over Chi Yue’s body.
Chi Yue trembled violently, on the verge of fainting.
“How’s this?” Qi You asked. “Does it feel good?”
Chi Yue couldn’t tell if Qi You was being sincere. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at her, shaking her head numbly and fearfully, unable to speak.
Qi You forcefully pulled Chi Yue from the depths of the sofa and patted her back, as if to comfort her.
The thin dress Chi Yue wore clung to her body, soaked through. Her hair was disheveled, wet strands sticking to her arms, neck, and the side of her face.
Qi You tossed the empty cup aside. Perhaps from too much skin contact, the heat radiating from Chi Yue’s body seemed to transfer to her, a faint flush rising on her cheeks.
Chi Yue clung to her, pressing her face against Qi You’s body and nuzzling upward until she reached her chest.
Her shirt was disheveled, skin pressed against skin with no barrier.
Qi You lowered her gaze, staring at Chi Yue.
The drug had thoroughly consumed the woman. Though her subconscious screamed in terror, her body was completely beyond her control. Her arms twisted around Qi You’s, her exposed face a mixture of pain and pleasure.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Qi You touched Chi Yue’s damp face.
The longer the drug lingered, the more Chi Yue suffered, craving embraces and comfort. Yet Qi You merely caressed her cheek, and the sensation surged through her like an electric current, biting at her nerves.
Chi Yue pleaded, her voice slurred, “Help… help me…”
Her words were barely coherent, her tongue brushing against Qi You’s fingertip as she spoke.
Qi You thought, In this state, she wouldn’t refuse anything I asked of her.
Had she acted like this with others when she was drugged before?
Qi You’s mind drifted aimlessly, yet her fingers remained pressed against Chi Yue’s lips.
Chi Yue’s lips were full but not overly plump—soft, tender, and fleshy. On her exquisite face, they exuded a delicate, innocent sensuality.
Qi You pressed and kneaded, then deepened her touch. Chi Yue’s mouth flooded with saliva, her tongue soft and warm, coiling around Qi You’s finger like a water snake, licking and tugging.
Qi You pressed down on the soft, tender flesh. Chi Yue whimpered in discomfort, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes and sliding into her temples.
Qi You’s fingers remained pressed against Chi Yue’s lips, slowly stirring and pressing, causing Chi Yue’s tongue to spasm. After a long moment, Qi You withdrew her hand and wiped it on Chi Yue’s skirt.
As Qi You tried to stand, Chi Yue clung to her, refusing to let go.
Qi You frowned, her fingers digging into Chi Yue’s hair, gripping the roots to force her back.
“Do you really want me to help you?”
Chi Yue sobbed, “Please…”
Qi You stood up, removed the decorative ring from her finger, and placed it on the table. The cold, crisp sound of metal against the dark marble surface echoed in the room.
Then came the wristwatch.
“Take off your clothes,” she heard herself say.
At some point, it had started raining outside. The sealed environment of the hotel suite had obscured her awareness until a flash of lightning illuminated the room.
Qi You hated thunderstorms. She remembered a car accident that had occurred during such a storm—a sudden, unexpected collision that had reduced her car to a twisted wreck, like a child’s discarded toy, tumbling violently across the road before crashing to a halt.
Her head pressed against the car window, raindrops pattering against her skull.
She was always like this, unable to die swiftly, forced to endure prolonged agony before death claimed her.
Qi You loathed thunderstorms.
But her hatred was futile. She was merely a mortal, powerless against the supernatural. All she could do was watch as lightning split the sky, bathing the world in momentary, blinding white.
In one such flash, Chi Yue appeared clearly in Qi You’s vision.
She was truly beautiful.
Soaked to the bone, flushed with desire, the corners of her eyes were red, her lips glistening, her skin translucent as white jade. A gentle touch would leave a pink stain, as if she had been dipped in rouge, or melted into a pool of spring water, every ripple of the slightest breeze sending her swaying, mesmerizing all who beheld her.
Truly beautiful.
Qi You couldn’t help but feel genuine awe.
She had never considered Chi Yue particularly stunning before. Having seen countless beauties, each with their own unique allure, Chi Yue had never struck her as exceptional.
But now, she was different, radiating a bewitching beauty.
A beauty that stirred a primal urge to destroy something.
The lightning vanished in an instant, followed a beat later by the thunder, a deafening roar that shook the earth.
Chi Yue seemed startled by the thunder, her body suddenly going limp without even a groan.
Qi You’s hand remained clamped around her neck, her thumb pressing firmly against Chi Yue’s jaw, forcing her to tilt her head back and part her lips.
Chi Yue’s eyes were glazed over, and it took a long moment for a flicker of clarity to return, her damp gaze still haunted by lingering fear.
Qi You tilted her head, studying Chi Yue with an admiring gaze.
Chi Yue trembled uncontrollably, reaching up to cover her face.
Qi You seized her wrist and pinned it to the pillow.
Chi Yue desperately wanted to hide herself in shame, pleading softly, “Don’t… don’t look.”
But Qi You’s gaze remained fixed, unwavering, as if entranced, yet also probing with curiosity. Her hand brushed across Chi Yue’s body.
Qi You knew the drug’s effects on Chi Yue were gradually fading. Originating from a country where illicit substances ran rampant, the drug’s effects dissipated rapidly. Before being soothed, the body would crave intimacy for an extended period; afterward, the drug would be metabolized within hours.
Chi Yue began resisting, attempting to push Qi You away.
Qi You, caught up in the moment, brushed aside her resistance and pressed her with questions.
Chi Yue’s heart sank into despair under the relentless questioning.
By the time the downpour intensified, rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a mottled, distorted pattern across the thick glass.
Chi Yue gradually regained consciousness, though her body still felt numb. Fragments of the night’s events flashed through her mind: the drinking party, Liu Yifang, the frantic man—
And the pearl U-shaped hairpin she had stabbed into him.
The hairpin, normally used to secure her hair, wasn’t particularly sharp at the tip. But in her panic, she had somehow mustered the strength to drive it deep into him.
She couldn’t recall exactly where she had stabbed him, only the memory of bl00d staining her hands.
Qi You tilted Chi Yue’s chin up, frowning. “What are you thinking about?”
“I… I think I killed someone…” Chi Yue stammered.
Qi You let out a derisive laugh, offering no comfort. Instead, she patted Chi Yue’s cheek. “Little murderer.”
The gesture was dripping with mockery and contempt, making Chi Yue’s face burn crimson.
“I… just now… I… I think I really… really Zhao…”
The sentence, twisted and stuttered, remained unfinished. Qi You flipped Chi Yue over and pressed down on her lower back.
Her movements were forceful, leaving Chi Yue utterly defenseless. She could only bite down on the pillow corner, nearly losing her mind.
After what felt like an eternity, Qi You finally released her.
“He’s not dead.”
“…R-really?”
“Mm.”