Deviant: No Longer Human

Chapter 640 Living with Elder Sister!

"This isn't half bad…"Liang Chen? Forgotten. Cast aside like a stray thread. Wang Jiarong didn't bother with farewells as she whisked Qian Ruixin back to her flat. Behind them, Wang Xiao followed at his own pace, as though the world moved to his rhythm, not the other way around.

The apartment was small, quiet, spotless—a reflection of someone who cherished control amidst chaos. Wang Xiao's eyes swept over it, a single sniff of the air satisfying his scrutiny. Lavender, faint and soothing. Tolerable.

He found food and busied himself in silence, to Jiarong's relief. No barbed remarks, no smirks—just the occasional sound of cutlery and the soft hum of contentment. Even he seemed to respect the floral stillness of her domain.

"Must you ruin my bed?" Jiarong's voice was calm, her words soft yet sharp. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed loosely, elegance in every motion.

Qian Ruixin looked up from where she was seated, her brow arching delicately. "Don't you have spare sheets?"

Silence. Jiarong's lips pressed into a line as she turned her head away. There was no point in bickering. Something had changed in Ruixin—an unshakable calm, like a mountain weathering a storm.

"How long do you plan to linger?" Jiarong finally asked, her chair creaking as she turned to face Wang Xiao. Her tone was light, almost conversational.

Wang Xiao leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, exuding casual dominance. "No plans. I'll leave when I feel like it."

Her sigh was soft, like wind brushing past leaves. "Did anyone else come with you?"

"No."

Her gaze shifted to Ruixin,

From the desk, Jiarong's pen stopped mid-sentence. She turned her head just slightly, catching them in the act. For a moment, she froze, her brain refusing to process the absolute filth before her eyes.

Her brother's tongue was practically down Ruixin's throat, his hand… well, she didn't want to think about where his hand was.

"Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath, disgust and irritation swirling in her chest. Couldn't they wait until they were not in her apartment? And did he have to be this aggressive with his own cousin?

She pinched the bridge of her nose, glaring at the mess she'd invited into her space.

This was why she preferred solitude—no horny maniacs ruining her peace.

Her chair creaked as she leaned back, pressing her palms to her temples. She couldn't even tell them to move to another room. That room was filthy, and the last thing she wanted was to hear them defiling her sheets.

But if they stayed here, she might lose what was left of her sanity.

Jiarong sighed heavily, muttering curses under her breath. Not only was she complicit in her brother's ridiculous act of "defiling" Ruixin, but she'd also dragged them here to protect Ruixin from her in-laws.

Now, she was the gatekeeper of this debauchery.

Her hand slammed the desk. "Finish whatever you're doing and get out of my sight!"

Ruixin froze, her lips swollen from his endless assault. Wang Xiao? He just smirked, his hand lingering far too long on her thigh.

"Can't promise that," he said, his tone tinged with amusement.

"Ugh..." Wang Jiarong groaned, reaching for her noise-canceling headphones. She wasn't going to survive this.

"Xiao… stop…" Ruixin whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling like a soft breeze. Her cheeks were already flushed, her gaze flitting between his bold hands and the oblivious figure seated at the desk.

"Stop? Why?" Wang Xiao's voice was a low purr, his hand slipping further under her top, fingers tracing the curve of her chest. "I haven't even started."

Ruixin bit her lip, her protest dying before it could form.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Rui, be honest. Hers—" His eyes darted to Jiarong, casually sitting at the desk, completely absorbed in her writing. "—bigger than yours, right?"

"!!"

Her face turned scarlet, her eyes widening in shock. "W-why are you asking that..?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

His thumb grazed her peak, drawing a soft, involuntary gasp from her. "Because I'm curious," he murmured, his tone too casual, too playful. "You've seen her, haven't you? Up close… all of her. Tell me, Rui, what's the verdict?"