AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 47
by Volare“AI ruling humanity?” Ka’lier lowered his eyes, seriously considering the possibility.
Hearing the two whispering, if he wasn’t mistaken, this person with a face identical to his was a mechanical AI.
“Ka’lier,” Song Ningwan called out.
However, what responded to Song Ningwan was a long darkness. Without seeing the story’s ending, he fell into another illusion.
This can’t go on…
If it really was the illusion of the mechanical blue butterfly, it might paralyze human will, trapping the spirit in a nightmare, tormenting the person to death.
Song Ningwan focused his attention, trying to steady his mind and stop thinking about anything.
“Wan, long time no see, I missed you.” A familiar voice rang in the void.
This time, Song Ningwan wouldn’t be fooled again.
He opened his eyes and saw Ka’lier, dressed impeccably, refined by time, with a few more hints of maturity and stability. His every move was dignified and elegant.
Song Ningwan didn’t speak, surveying the surroundings. This was actually the villa where he used to live!
What a long time ago.
Ka’lier paused, then smiled and walked over to hug Song Ningwan’s waist, habitually nuzzling him, cherishing that gentleness.
“Wan, it’s strange, why do I miss you so much?”
“Miss what about me?” Song Ningwan raised his hand and gently placed it on Ka’lier’s collarbone, his thumb caressing the protruding Adam’s apple.
“Mmm!” Ka’lier’s eyes turned red from the sudden stimulation, and he subconsciously clenched his fingers in response.
The moment their fingers intertwined, electricity coursed through his entire body.
Song Ningwan put a hand around Ka’lier’s supple waist, and the two were suddenly closely connected. An ambiguous atmosphere grew, and Ka’lier’s restrained hands were forced above his head. He could only tilt his head back and endure the domineering and passionate kiss.
Ka’lier gasped for breath, murmuring, “Mmm, Wan, you’re so rough, let me take off…”
Before he could finish speaking, Song Ningwan kissed him again, and the two stumbled and fell onto the sofa.
The person lying back was delicate and lazy, the collar of his white shirt open, revealing porcelain-white skin, inviting imaginative thoughts.
Song Ningwan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Lights off.”
The villa used an intelligent voice system, and upon recognizing the command issued by its master, it immediately executed it.
People are more prone to madness in the darkness, dying in a drunken dream, yet blackness often makes people calmer and more perceptive.
“Ka’lier,” Song Ningwan said, using his palm to caress Ka’lier’s exquisitely beautiful face, his eyebrows and eyes delicate but also incomparably cold.
“Wan, don’t talk, take me.” Ka’lier groaned, his invitation as straightforward as ever.
Song Ningwan was pressed onto the sofa by the other party, and he lowered his eyes to look at the “beauty” who was leaning against him in the darkness.
Imperceptibly, he pulled Ka’lier into his arms, the temperature under his fingertips scalding.
Ka’lier straddled Song Ningwan’s legs, leaning forward and intentionally teasing him, his lips unintentionally grazing over his chest.
Ka’lier whispered and acted spoiled, appearing pitiful: “Wan, I missed you.”
Song Ningwan tightened his hands on his waist, the low gasps and coquettish flirting vividly painting the scene in the darkness. His eyes, however, were as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.
Song Ningwan spoke slowly and deliberately: “Ka’lier, after we’re done, I’ll give you a gift.”
Ka’lier’s eyes almost popped out, and he raised his eyes in disbelief, a hint of astonishment flashing across his face, but he still agreed.
Song Ningwan’s features gave off a sharp beauty, aloof and unapproachable.
His dark pupils were unfocused, and his sharp jawline was even colder. The haze of intoxication blurred his indifferent eyes, making them sparkle.
“Wan, so… fast.”
Song Ningwan panted softly and couldn’t help smoothing Ka’lier’s hair: “Good boy.”
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After a night, sunlight streamed into the villa through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling it with happiness.
Looking at Ka’lier, who was obediently curled up in his arms, Song Ningwan couldn’t help but poke his fair cheek.
Ka’lier opened his red eyes, his voice muffled: “Wan, what’s wrong?”
Thinking about what he was about to do, Song Ningwan’s voice was particularly gentle: “Ka’lier, what have you been doing when I’m not home?” If he wasn’t mistaken, Ka’lier’s memory should be stuck in the villa days.
Ka’lier paused, patiently recalling: “Waiting for you to come home, and trying to make food. Wan, do you like cake?”
“I like strawberry flavor.” Song Ningwan wasn’t being pretentious, frankly admitting it.
“So Wan likes strawberry cake!” Ka’lier exclaimed in surprise and smiled: “Although I only know how to make chocolate cake, if you’re willing to tell me, I’ll go learn.”
Ka’lier quickly put on his clothes, the collar very low, unable to cover the dense hickeys.
He got out of bed, opened the bedroom door, and looked back: “Oh right, Wan, your gift has to wait until tonight, I’ll make you a cake first.” The dream was so real, how could Wan be so gentle… making Ka’lier not want to wake up.
Ka’lier seemed full of energy, still energetic after a night.
Song Ningwan lay in bed, looking at the boundless blue sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, all the beauty was just delusion.
The clock ticked.
Outside the door, there was a clattering of pots and pans. Song Ningwan frowned, feeling like the kitchen was about to explode.
He sighed, still unable to rest easy, and walked out of the bedroom.
After going downstairs, he quickly found the kitchen in his memory and went inside.
Ka’lier was wearing an apron, seriously squeezing cream onto a bread, with washed strawberries next to him.
Song Ningwan didn’t disturb him, silence like a tide, drowning the newborn soul, making everything clear.
“What are you crying for?” Song Ningwan suddenly said.
Sure enough, the corners of Ka’lier’s eyes were scarlet, like a homeless puppy, begging almost humbly, “Wan, if this is a dream, don’t let it wake up.”
“Okay.” Song Ningwan didn’t feel anything at first, just saying it casually. Because the dream would eventually be broken.
Seeing Song Ningwan about to leave, Ka’lier paused, his voice a little hoarse: “Wan, do you want to eat strawberries? I’ll feed you.”
Song Ningwan didn’t look back.
“Turn around.”
Song Ningwan hesitated, knowing it was a dream, he should be cold.
“Wan, turn around.” Ka’lier said again.
Song Ningwan’s breath hitched, and the moment he turned around, he said: “You…”
Ka’lier directly bit a strawberry and kissed him, the sweet juice filling his entire mouth. Song Ningwan had no choice but to stand still and respond to the sweet, passionate kiss.
After the kiss, Ka’lier took half a step back.
The flickering candlelight shone brightly, the corners of the teenager’s upturned mouth merging with the warm light, outlining a seamless arc.
Song Ningwan’s voice was slightly hoarse, and he said uncomfortably, “Is the cake ready?”
Ka’lier’s voice was intoxicated by the evening breeze, exceptionally clinging: “It’s just putting the strawberries on, Wan, come over and take a look.”
Song Ningwan walked over, and Ka’lier naturally leaned into his arms, and the two looked together at the not-so-good-looking cake.
The cream was smeared messily, with two lollipop-shaped black lines drawn on it.
Song Ningwan pointed to the pattern: “Why draw lollipops?”
Ka’lier held up the cake, like a child seeking praise: “Wan, there are no lollipops, these are the two of us. I heard that after humans are born, they have to eat cake on that day every year. The day you came into my life was the happiest day for me, so I want you to have a birthday every day, I want myself to be happy for you every moment.”
What’s wrong with Ka’lier? Why is he suddenly so eloquent?
Song Ningwan ran his fingertip over the cake, smearing cream on the other person’s face: “Let’s go, let’s eat cake.”
The lights in the living room were dim. Ka’lier rummaged through the cabinets and found a few thick white candles, inserted them into the cake, and lit them with fire, then gently covered Song Ningwan’s eyes from behind.
His eyelashes trembled slightly in his palm. Ka’lier didn’t know what he was thinking, his expression stiffened, and he quickly moved his hand away.
Changing the subject, he said, “Wan, what’s your wish?”
Song Ningwan shook his head: “I don’t have one.”
“I want to know, okay?” Ka’lier took Song Ningwan’s arm and smiled, tilting his head.
“Let’s eat cake first.” Song Ningwan silently blew out the candles, pulled out the white candles, and cut half a piece of cake with a knife.
What was inside the bread?
Song Ningwan used a fork to pry open the surface cream, revealing an exquisite red box.
“What is this?”
Ka’lier smiled: “Of course, it’s a gift for you. You gave me one, and I have to give you one too.”
Song Ningwan took out the red box and wiped off the cream with a tissue.
Under Ka’lier’s gaze, his heart sank.
Song Ningwan opened the box. Inside was a ruby ring, the light dazzling. His heart couldn’t help but twitch.
“Wan, your fingers are beautiful, wearing a ring is very suitable.” Ka’lier picked up the ring and personally put it on Song Ningwan’s ring finger, and by the way, put his cream-covered finger into his mouth and carefully sucked it.
“Wan, do you like this gift?” Ka’lier asked.
I do, Song Ningwan replied silently in his heart.
“Wan, what are you going to give me?” Ka’lier became excited, very proactively sitting on Song Ningwan’s lap, his eyes upturned and a smile on his lips.
Song Ningwan noticed that Ka’lier also had a ring on his hand, so he asked, “What’s this?”
“Wan, it’s a pair with the ring I gave you.” Ka’lier hugged Song Ningwan’s neck and kissed his eyelids, showing incomparable joy and elation, “Why didn’t you tell me? What surprise are you going to give me?”
Song Ningwan didn’t dare to look at those red eyes, so he had to look away. He moved his lips, lowering his voice: “Ka’lier, I want to eat cake.”
Ka’lier was stunned, immediately stood up, picked up a piece of strawberry with a fork, his eyes full of love.
Wan never actively asked him to do anything…
Such a sweet request made his heart soften.
Ka’lier really wanted to know what kind of gift Song Ningwan would give him.
The moment he turned his head, a bloody dagger was stabbed into his chest. The strawberry instantly fell to the ground. Ka’lier’s pupils dilated, and he opened his mouth, unable to speak.
Why…
Why, even though he was so obedient, so well-behaved, did Wan still want to strike him down?
He wanted to turn around and look at those cold eyes…
But he was unable to turn back due to his restricted movement.
Ka’lier closed his eyes, not resisting, not wanting to say anything.
Ten years apart, Wan, I tried my best to find you, but you hate me to the core.
In despair, he only heard Song Ningwan say softly.