Deviant: No Longer Human

Wang Xiao quickly dismissed the accusation. \'If she had a problem, she could have spoken up. She clearly enjoyed it! That bitch wNted to frame me!\' he cursed inwadly.

Lost in this chaotic mental maelstrom, Wang Xiao lay flat on his bed, his gaze fixed upon the ceiling like an abyss of unknown depth.

He was deeply engrossed in his thoughts until a sudden knock on his door broke the silence, and he frowned in response.

The knocking continued persistently, and Wang Xiao chose to ignore it at first.

However, it persisted, growing more insistent, until he could no longer resist.

He rose from his bed and approached the door, cautiously opening it just a crack to take a peek.

What met his gaze was the sight of Wang Mei\'s room door closing, indicating that she had been the one knocking, and she had just left his doorstep.

!!

As Wang Xiao closed his door, a profound sense of frustration and anger washed over him.

He let out a deep breath before collapsing onto his bed, determined to simply get through the day and its bewildering events.

His mind remained in chaos, struggling to comprehend Wang Mei\'s actions.

Why had she come to his door after all this?

Didn\'t she just want to pretend innoncent in front of their mother and expose him at the same time!?

Was Wang Mei here to mock him, to reveal some hidden truth, or for some more sinister purpose?

Questions swirled like a tempest, and Wang Xiao struggled to find answers.

He knew too well that appearances could be deceiving, and that trust was a fragile concept.

He was convinced that he had nailed himself in the foot, but today\'s encounter had made him acutely aware of the potential danger.

If Wang Mei chose to turn against him, she held many secrets and potential leverage that could be used to his detriment.

Every time he saw her smile today, he couldn\'t shake the feeling that it concealed a sinister undercurrent, like wicked laughter beneath a façade.

The unease gnawed at him, as he grappled with the fear of the unknown and the potential consequences of his past actions.

For two grueling hours, Wang Xiao wrestled with his restless thoughts, each breath rasping audibly, each exhalation a heavy sigh, attempting to find solace in sleep, but every endeavor proved futile.

In the oppressive darkness of his room, his eyelids snapped open with a sudden, heavy gasp. His eyes, like shimmering gems in the void, were wide with an intensity as he stared unblinkingly at the ceiling.

Wang Xiao sat up mechanically on the bed, turning his head around and glancing at the door.

Wang Xiao sat up mechanically on the bed, his movements deliberate, and he turned his head to glance at the door. His eyes narrowed, and he focused on the doorknob. With a sense of purpose, he smoothly left the bed and walked toward the door, his expression deadly serious.

In the corridor, the lone shadow of Wang Xiao moved mechanically, as if he were a specter passing through the doors. His footsteps were measured and silent as he made his way toward his destination.

Outside the door of one of the rooms, Wang Xiao came to a halt, his gaze fixated on the doorknob. His mind seemed to be in shutdown mode, dominated by an overwhelming need for company to quell his insomnia.

With a resolute hand, he grasped the doorknob and pushed the door slightly with his other hand.

*Creak...*

The door opened just a crack, and his eyes widened slightly. He stealthily slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

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A gentle beam of pale moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, silvery glow that bathed everything in a tranquil aura. The room was neat and well-kept, a sanctuary of calm amidst the cold night.

Wang Xueying, in her peaceful slumber, lay defenseless on her bed.

Her disheveled hair sprawled across the pillow, and her delicate features were accentuated by the soft moonlight, beside her, her spectacles rested on the nightstand.

Wang Xiao, his steps purposeful and his gaze fixated on his sister, entered the room.

In the stillness of the night, the sound of his breathing was the only disruption.

The room, cloaked in an air of quiet intimacy, held secrets and unspoken emotions.

Wang Xiao approached the bedside with a conflicted expression, the weight of his thoughts and the mystery of the night\'s events pressing upon him.

The scene was one of serentiy and solitude, as Wang Xiao faced the sleeping figure of his sister, his intentions and emotions shrouded in the shadows of the room.

!!

Wang Xueying\'s eyes snapped open, and the room was plunged into an eerie silence.

*Rustle...*

The blankets were ripped away from her, and in the blink of an eye, she found herself pinned down against the mattress. An unrecognizable figure loomed over her, casting a shadow of uncertainty and fear over the sudden intrusion into her sanctuary.

As the figure pinned Wang Xueying to the mattress, she struggled and gasped for breath.

"Haaa....haaaa!"

Panic coursed through her as she tried to make sense of the intruder in the dimly lit room.

"W-Who are you!? What do you want?" she managed to stammer, her voice quivering.

The figure remained silent for a moment, and Wang Xueying\'s heart raced with uncertainty. Then, a familiar voice whispered in the darkness, "It\'s me, Xiao."

A flicker of recognition crossed her face, and she squinted to make out the features of the person above her. Wang Xiao\'s face came into focus, and her initial terror began to subside.

"What are you doing here, scaring me like this?" she scolded, her voice a mix of relief and irritation.

Wang Xiao let out a breath he hadn\'t realized he was holding. "I couldn\'t sleep," he confessed. "I needed someone to be with."

Wang Xueying\'s irritation softened, and she sighed. "You could have just asked, you know."

With a sense of embarrassment, Wang Xiao nodded, realizing that his impulsive decision had caused undue distress to her.

As he relaxed his grip on her, the room returned to a more familiar state of calmness...