Chapter 40

A few days later, Yun Zhan felt that he was almost fully recovered, so he bandaged himself up and didn't worry about it anymore.

Occasionally, Yun Zhan would feel a little dizzy, which would eventually lead to a sudden loss of consciousness, forgetting what he had just been doing...

“Your body has been acting strangely lately. I just did a test on you and found that you are unexpectedly weak and seem to be lacking some vital energy?” 21 hesitated for a moment, unsure if its description was accurate.

Yun Zhan held the water glass. She had been looking down, but when she looked up again, she suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted.

"I... I feel it too, I feel a little uncomfortable. Didn't you treat me?" Yun Zhan knelt on the ground, covered in cold sweat, his lips pale and weak.

"Do you remember the world before that? That world of cultivation, you were a little fox demon back then." 21 suddenly remembered something.

It continued, "In that world, you healed your wounds by absorbing people's life essence. Even after we leave that world, you should still be affected to some extent."

21 can only explain it this way: it has gone through all of Yun Zhan's physical data, but just can't find out what exactly is wrong with her.

"But in this world, who can let me absorb their life essence..." Yun Zhan sighed helplessly.

"Why don't you go find Pei Yanxi? Isn't she going to marry you? What's wrong with letting you have a taste?"

Yun Zhan: "Your idea is really not very good."

It was a late autumn afternoon, the rain had just stopped, and the playground smelled damp and cold of rust.

Unfortunately, the last class was physical education.

Yun Zhan stood at the very end of the line, fine beads of sweat already forming on his forehead, his dry lips slightly pale, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably after standing for so long...

She had been enduring it for a long time, thankfully she was in good physical condition...

After finishing their laps in PE class, the group dispersed along the track, and Wen Sixue was bending down to tie her shoelaces.

Yun Zhan stood behind her, sunlight filtering through the clouds, making her profile appear as pale as paper.

"Yun Zhan, why do you look so pale?" Wen Sixue's eyes flashed with panic as she stood up to help Yun Zhan.

"I...."

Suddenly, everything went black before Yun Zhan's eyes, his knees buckled, and he fell forward.

"Yun Zhan!"

Wen Sixue only had time to let out an "Ah!" before she was knocked backward onto the lawn.

His back was pressed against the damp, cold ground, but his chest was covered by Yun Zhan's weight.

Her mind went blank for a moment, her eyelashes trembled frantically, and she almost stopped breathing.

Yun Zhan's nose was less than two inches away from hers, and his lips were almost touching hers.

Wen Sixue's face flushed red instantly, and her ears burned.

She instinctively closed her eyes, her heart pounding wildly, her fingertips gripping Yun Zhan's collar.

Why did they suddenly press down on us...?

Only one thought remained in my mind: Is she...is she going to kiss me?

But after three seconds, four seconds...

There was no warm touch, only Yun Zhan's faint breath brushing against the corner of her lips.

Wen Sixue opened her eyes and found that Yun Zhan's eyes were closed and a thin layer of sweat was seeping from his forehead.

His body was limp and powerless, like a puppet with its strings cut.

She panicked, her voice trembling, "Yun Zhan? Yun Zhan!"

The surrounding students gathered around, their footsteps and exclamations blending together.

Ignoring her embarrassment, Wen Sixue wrapped her arms around Yun Zhan's shoulders.

He pulled her closer to him, placing his palm on her cold nape, where her pulse was faint, like a thin thread that might break at any moment.

Unseen by anyone, a faint glimmer of silver light flickered at Yun Zhan's fingertip.

Then it quickly disappeared.

Wen Sixue felt that the person in her arms was as light as paper.

The hidden stirring in his heart was shattered by the sudden fear.

In the infirmary.

Yun Zhan leaned against the folding bed, his face paler than the sheets, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the buttons on his collar.

Wen Sixue squatted on the edge of the bed, her face pale with fright: "You almost scared me to death just now. Are you still recovering from your previous injury?"

Yun Zhan felt a dryness in his throat and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm probably a bit weak..."

Yun Zhan raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Wen Sixue's neck.

The skin there was so thin it was almost transparent, and the pale blue veins were faintly visible in the sunlight.

Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and she could hear her own heartbeat pounding shamefully loudly.

"Warm as snow".

Yun Zhan's voice was dry, like sandpaper, "Would you... be willing to let someone bite your neck?"

Wen Sixue's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and the tips of her ears instantly turned red.

Does asking this question mean I should kiss her neck?

Wen Sixue lowered her head and clutched the hem of her clothes, her voice barely audible: "If it's... lovers, then it's fine."

Wen Sixue's flushed cheeks were burning hot, and her beautiful, doe-like eyes stared unblinkingly at Yun Zhan.

The girl's red lips parted slightly, a glistening tear hanging from them, and her tender gaze lingered on Yun Zhan inch by inch.

You can be my lover

Yun Zhan

I can agree to let you do anything.

Yun Zhan was stunned.

The word "lover" was like a code, but she didn't dare to decode it.

Lovers...

But they are not lovers.

Ask a girl if she would like someone to bite her neck.

That's a really strange way of putting it.

"It's nothing, I just said it offhand."

Yun Zhan smiled and gently steered the conversation back on track, "It might be low blood sugar. Just drink some sugar water when you get home."

Wen Sixue pursed her lips. Was Yun Zhan waiting for her to take the initiative...?

Despite the obvious topic, she quietly raised her eyes, her gaze filled with unspoken anticipation.

"Why don't you come to my house? I'll make you chicken soup with some nourishing herbs that will be good for your health." Wen Sixue shyly took Yun Zhan's sleeve and gently led her back.

She tried her best to persuade him to stay, and Yun Zhan had no reason to refuse, so after thinking about it, he went anyway.

Wen Sixue adjusted the incandescent light in the kitchen to a very soft tone, as if she were secretly hiding the moonlight of a winter night inside the bulb.

She wore a light blue apron with the thin strap tied in a small knot at her waist. Her jet-black hair was loosely tied up, with a few stray strands clinging to her neck, glistening with a soft sheen from the steam.

The clay pot was bubbling away, the chicken soup was golden, with a few red dates and goji berries floating on top, and the sweet aroma filled the whole small house with the steam.

Wen Sixue came out carrying a porcelain bowl.

She placed the bowl on the small table in front of Yun Zhan, her sleeves slipping down to her elbows, revealing a section of her fair wrist.

"Try it," she said, her eyes crinkling. "My sister used to make this soup for her boyfriend all the time... I'll make it for you too, the taste should be the same."

The sound faded gently at the end, like a small pebble quietly dropped into Yun Zhan's heart lake.

Yun Zhan gripped the porcelain spoon and looked up at her: "You miss the feeling of home?"

Wen Sixue paused for a moment, and the smile on her lips slowly faded.

She turned around and turned down the fire, her silhouette appearing thin under the lamplight.

“Yes,” she said in a low but clear voice, “From birth until now, what I’ve needed most is a home.”

“My parents left shortly after I was born, and my sister left too… When I was little, all I wanted was for them to come back and see me.”

As soon as she spoke, she seemed to realize she had said too much, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened around the hem of her apron.

"What does that place want most right now?" Yun Zhan asked. If possible, she would help Wen Sixue.

"I want to marry someone I love and start a family together." Wen Sixue gripped the pot handle tightly, suppressing the flutter in her heart and her shyness, and told Yun Zhan her most straightforward thoughts.

The soup in the pot was still gently bubbling, and steam climbed onto her eyelashes, condensing into tiny water droplets.

"If things don't go as planned, then my life has been too precarious..."

At that moment, Yun Zhan saw the emptiness in her eyes.

It's like when you were a child, you packed your toys into your suitcase, only to find that you didn't have a room of your own to put them in.

That cautious yearning, when seen by Yun Zhan, felt like a burning pain.

It's so hot...

Yun Zhan suddenly felt something was wrong with her body. She held her forehead and said, "Wen Sixue... why don't you go take a shower first? We'll have dinner together later."

“You don’t look well… Yun Zhan, what’s wrong?” Wen Sixue asked worriedly.

"It's alright, you go first."

"cloud…"

"Go ahead. I need to eat first."

"good…"

The bathroom door wasn't locked; it was just ajar.

The sound of hot water trickling down, like tiny hooks, scratched at Yun Zhan's nerves.

She sat on the living room sofa, her knuckles white from straining, and her fingers were full of sweat.

The air was filled with the warm, snowy scent of shower gel, mixed with a hint of lemon and milky sweetness.

The smell entered her nasal cavity, burned along her throat, and made her eyes red.

She stared at her hands, and the faint silver threads in the lines of her palms began to stir restlessly.

The image of Wen Sixue's snow-white thigh, exposed as she squatted down to serve soup, kept flashing through my mind—

"What should I do... I can't hold back anymore, I really want to bite her leg..." Yun Zhan's body trembled, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Hold on... If you really do this, I'll be dragged to the orange pit!" 21 also started to get scared and urgently helped Yun Zhan adjust his body.

Yun Zhan recalled Wen Sixue's long, snow-white legs...

The skin was almost transparent under the warm kitchen light, and the pale blue veins were faintly visible.

Yun Zhan's throat bobbed, and his teeth itched, as if something was about to crawl out from between his bones.

The sound of water suddenly stopped.

One second, two seconds, the silence was terrifying.

Yun Zhan suddenly stood up, his steps unsteady, as if being pulled by invisible threads.

Steam seeped through the cracks in the bathroom door, and the light sliced ​​the mist into soft blades.

She reached out, pressed the back of her fingers against the door panel, and felt the damp heat.

The next second, reason crumbled—

"Click".

The door was pushed open, and a cloud of white mist rushed in.

Wen Sixue had her back to her, and water droplets rolled down her shoulder blades in transparent lines, gathered in her waist and then slid off.

She turned around in a panic, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks, and tiny water droplets clinging to her eyelashes.

"Yun Zhan... what are you doing here?"

His voice trembled, and the last syllable was softened by the steam.

"I'm not wearing anything right now, please go out for a moment, please..."

Wen Sixue's chest pounded repeatedly, one beat after another, like the echo of a missed heartbeat.

She stood under the warm, hazy light. She had been practicing dance for many years, and water droplets rolled down the curves she had sculpted during her dance practice, like strings traced by her fingertips.

Her shoulders and back were thin yet strong, and her collarbone formed an elegant arc, large enough to hold the moonlight of a coin.

Her breasts were full, rising and falling gently with her breath. Water droplets slid off her snow-white skin, leaving glistening streaks like a hidden river.

Her lower back was deeply sunken, and a line of spine groove meandered from her shoulder blades to her tailbone, converging into a graceful arc. Further down, there were her round and perky buttocks, like a full crescent moon.

Her legs were long and straight, with full thighs, firm calves, and delicate ankles. When hot water was applied, her skin turned a very light pink, as if a light touch would leave a fingerprint.

Yun Zhan's pupils shrank to thin slits, and a silver light shimmered in his eyes.

So thirsty…

I really want to bite her.

Yun Zhan looked at Wen Sixue's skin, every inch of which was so delicate and radiant.

Water droplets rolled over, leaving a wet, glistening trail of light, like the softest silk in the night, rippling silently with the slightest movement.

She stood at the door, breathing heavily, as if she had just finished a marathon.

His gaze fell on the pulse beating on the side of Wen Sixue's neck.

There, the skin was so thin that you could almost see the blue shadows of blood flowing through it.

Wen Sixue took a half step back, her heel touching the water, and almost slipped.

She instinctively reached for the towel, but her fingertips touched Yun Zhan's cold hand.

They separate instantly, like an electric current passing through them.

Yun Zhan's fingertips hovered in mid-air, his knuckles trembling from restraint.

No... this is Wen Sixue.

But it seems she really can't hold on any longer...

She could hear her own heart pounding against her eardrums, and she could also hear Wen Sixue's rapid breathing.

Steam swirled between the two, like a membrane that could burst at any moment.

Yun Zhan's voice was hoarse and unlike his own.

Under the light, her small, fox-like teeth were revealed.

"I need your essence... I need you..."