Chapter 37 Senior 4
A dense drizzle fell, forming a shallow puddle at the foot of the steps outside the classroom. Wei Jing'an stepped into the water, the splashing water soaking her bare ankles. The cool touch brought her back to her senses, and when she came to, she realized she was standing in the rain.
Just now she seemed to be possessed. She smelled the damp and earthy scent and actually walked slowly into the rain.
She was only wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt and her whole body was soaked. However, strangely, she did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, she felt a slight satisfaction from the bottom of her heart because of the cold rain.
She ignored the strange feeling and broke into a jog.
Returning to her dorm and changing into clean clothes, she pulled out a sealed letter from her desk drawer. The letter detailed everything that had happened since the start of the university semester, more like a diary, occasionally even noting what she had for breakfast, detailing every detail.
The recipient was a kind-hearted person who had supported her for many years.
Wei Jing'an is an orphan. She remembers being taken in by her single grandmother, and the two of them lived in a remote, impoverished mountain village. She doesn't know the kindhearted person's face, age, or family background. She only knows that one rainy day, the village chief, hunched over, came to her home and told her about a man from the city who wanted to sponsor a girl from the village.
And she was lucky enough to be selected.
Since the day she was chosen, she has been in constant contact with the kind-hearted person. When she was young, she only received money and daily necessities from the other party. When she was fifteen years old, sanitary napkins were also given along with the daily necessities.
There was also a letter.
The letter said: I need to know how you are doing.
Fifteen-year-old Wei Jing'an held the letter from the city. The handwriting was neat and elegant, unlike her own flamboyant writing. The pale paper still emanated a rich, sweet fragrance. She was at a loss for words. This was her first time interacting with the man beyond financial matters, and she couldn't help but shrink back and feel shy. With trepidation, she carefully wrote a few lines on the blank paper he had brought her.
The other party did not reply to her letter again, but every month when she forgot to write, he would send her a letter to urge her.
Wei Jing'an thought that the other party might be an honest and gentle gentleman, or perhaps he had a considerate wife who could even think of her need for sanitary napkins and carefully prepare them. It is no exaggeration to say that she learned how to use sanitary napkins, including the difference between day and night use, from the letter sent by the kind-hearted person.
He attached detailed instructions for use to every new thing in the city that Wei Jingan had never seen before, which he wrote himself.
Wei Jingan was very grateful to him.
The gentleman she imagined was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a serious appearance and kind eyes. He wrote neatly with his slightly wrinkled hands and taught her a lot of knowledge that she had never been exposed to.
She wanted to repay him, but for her now, there was no better reward than living a serious life and studying hard. But she still felt that she should do something. There happened to be a commercial street near Qingdao University, so she used the money she had saved to buy wool.
She bought the softest wool, a navy blue suitable for middle-aged people. The weather would soon turn cold, and it would be just right for him. She used the breaks in military training to knit the scarf and wrap it in several layers.
The letter and the scarf were packed together.
Wei Jingan sent them out with an umbrella.
The address was in the suburbs of Qingcheng City. She pursed her lips and repeated the words in her mind, lowering her eyes as she watched the staff put them in bags and put labels on them. Then she turned and left.
She didn't tell the other party in the letter that she had found a part-time job.
During the winter break in high school, she worked in a milk tea shop for a few days. After she told the other party, he seemed very angry. Wei Jingan felt at that time that if she had not resigned immediately, the other party would probably come to her immediately.
Since the milk tea incident, the amount of money sent by the other party has increased.
Wei Jingan tried to communicate with the company many times but to no avail, and she saved all the money except for daily expenses.
Her part-time job was as an after-school tutor, primarily looking after nearby children and occasionally answering their homework questions. The hourly wage wasn't high, but it was enough for Wei Jingan.
Walking in the rain towards the tutoring institution, a cool breeze blew, bringing with it a sticky sweet fragrance.
The dense rain threads were like a big net, trapping Wei Jingan's thin body.
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At eight o'clock in the evening, after all the children left, Wei Jingan packed up and returned to school.
The path was quiet and silent after the rain.
Wei Jingan folded her umbrella, put it in her small bag, and walked quietly towards the dormitory. When she passed the staff dormitory, she slowed down her pace.
Under the light, the shadows of the trees on both sides of the road looked as hideous as giant monsters, exuding undisguised malice and terror.
Rough breathing and panting accompanied by faint cat meows broke the quiet night.
Wei Jingan stopped and turned around. The two buildings were not far apart, and only a few lights were on in the windows. There were not many people living there. Perhaps because it was the weekend, most of them had gone home.
This small path between the buildings seemed particularly quiet, even dead silent.
The cat's meows became weaker and weaker.
Wei Jingan walked in with light steps.
In the place where the light cannot reach, a dark shadow squats in the corner, with abandoned tables and chairs piled up next to it that have not been put away yet, forming a hidden space.
Jiang Chang grabbed the kitten's neck with one hand, forcing the frail kitten to tilt its head back. Its delicate neck was tightly pinched, and its meows grew fainter and fainter. Excited gasps erupted from Jiang Chang's throat.
The kitten's desperate and painful look made him feel genuinely happy.
The stacked tables and chairs were old items that had been used for many years. The joints were broken and they were piled up in a mess into a small hill. The hill that Jiang Chang was leaning on made a rustling sound. He subconsciously looked back and didn't pay attention.
Then, there was a heavy blow on the back of the head.
He covered his head and looked back.
Wei Jingan held up a fallen table leg in both hands. The edge of the leg was covered with rough wood splinters, and her palms must have been broken. The pain was not enough to cover up her anger. She had seen this kitten before. Although it was a stray cat, it was fed very healthily by the students and teachers passing by. The look in its eyes was clean and intimate when it looked at people.
She would occasionally bring it food.
Jiang Chang covered the back of his head: "You are fucking sick!"
Wei Jingan didn't say anything, his lips turned pale, his hand holding the wooden stick was trembling slightly, and sweat appeared on his palms.
She kept an eye on Jiang Chang while holding the kitten in her arms.
She was still angry, so she felt relieved.
"It's wrong for you to do this. I will tell the teacher and you will be punished." Her lips were dry and she couldn't help but lick them with the tip of her tongue.
The back of Jiang Chang's head was probably broken and bleeding.
Wei Jingan's eyes were fixed on his face. She swallowed a few times and felt her throat was extremely dry.
Jiang Chang's body size was several times that of Wei Jing'an. When he pounced on her ferociously, she did not dodge. She stood there, eager to see the back of his bleeding neck.
Her wish did not come true.
Jiang Chang was kicked away heavily, falling onto the pile of tables and chairs like a pool of rotten mud and meat.
Lin Yanzhou gave her a cold glance.
At that moment, the moonlight broke through the clouds. A huge shadow seemed to wriggle behind him. Something was twisting and struggling under his suit, and a strong fishy smell blew in with the wind.
Wei Jing'an stared blankly at the man in front of her. The inexplicable desire for blood gradually dissipated, replaced by panic and fear in the face of an unknown creature. The intense pressure made her brain stop functioning, and her breathing became rapid and long. After a long time, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted on the ground.
All creatures in nature have the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm.
When faced with a huge terror that they cannot handle, they will choose to fall into a coma.
The rough and muddy ground was replaced by a soft touch. The released soft touch slowly expanded into the thickness of an adult male's thigh. The dark red surface of the soft touch was covered with dark black veins similar to blood vessels.
Soft, sticky, and cool.
Wei Jing'an was enveloped in the expanding softness, as if she were lying on the soft bed that the Princess and the Pea had slept on, her whole body sinking in. The black blood vessels covering the surface of the softness pressed against her face, and the blood flow through it seemed to slow down, wanting to prolong the intimacy with her beloved.
Wei Jingan was unaware of this.
The surging clouds once again blocked the moonlight, the dark alley returned to darkness, and the gloomy night was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.
Lin Yanzhou walked over and half-knelt in front of her.
Another tentacle couldn't help but wriggle and wrap around her body.
"Still not," he sighed, leaning over to stare at her overly pale cheek, and said seriously, "You can't drink other people's blood."
The cold gaze was as deep as the night. The tip of the tentacles that extended outward was scratched with a deep wound, where the winding blood vessels were severed, and the black liquid that flowed out flowed along the corner of Wei Jingan's mouth and into her throat.
The tentacles shamelessly squeezed into her mouth and cavity.
Wei Jingan's eyelids moved, but still didn't open.
Lin Yanzhou stared at her closely until she stopped swallowing, then he retracted his tentacle. However, the tentacle seemed to have its own emotions, and it reluctantly hooked onto her teeth, licking her mouth all over, then swayed proudly in front of him, and then quickly retracted.
His tailbone was suddenly bitten by dense ants, which rushed all the way along the spine to the brain, and his eyes turned a deep scarlet.
The tentacles that grew from his body, their touch was his touch.
Wei Jingan's mouth was indeed filled with a sweetness that fascinated him. Her neatly arranged teeth, with a few slightly pointed teeth occasionally, rubbed against the soft tentacles, as if she was holding them in her arms and slowly nibbling them.
When will it be possible?
Lin Yanzhou pursed his lips, looking at her calm face with restrained eyes. He placed the back of his hand against her cheek for a long time before sighing, "You drank my blood, so you can't covet others'. Wei Jing'an, I'll be angry."
Wei Jingan did not answer, only the sound of his breathing gradually became steady.
The crazy desire that surged in his chest was about to drive him crazy, but he just knelt beside her with restraint. Apart from the tentacle that exposed his inner desire, he did what he had thought about a thousand times in his mind. He did nothing, and the back of his hand still had Wei Jingan's warm body temperature.
He warned himself secretly. Not yet, she was too fragile.
If he were to reveal his true form in front of her now, she would be unable to withstand the intense and powerful pressure.
Wait a little longer. Wait a little longer.
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When Wei Jingan opened her eyes, she found herself being held in Lin Yanzhou's arms. Her mind quickly recalled what had happened before -
Jiang Chang rushed towards her, Lin Yanzhou kicked Jiang Chang away, and she... seemed to have fainted out of fear.
Is she so timid?
However, now is not the time to be confused and unconscious. She was actually held in Lin Yanzhou's arms!
Lin Yanzhou half-knelt on the ground with his legs open, and Wei Jingan leaned against his chest, her back pressed against his slightly cold chest. Her hands and feet could not move, her face was red and her head was lowered, with the man's slender white hand on her waist.
How about closing your eyes and pretending to be unconscious?
Noticing the person in his arms was at a loss, Lin Yanzhou lowered his eyes and looked at her seriously. When he didn't see any fear on her face, his expression relaxed.
"You're awake."
A cold voice rang in her ears, and Wei Jingan's heartstrings seemed to be stirred. She completely forgot to care about her image. She supported herself on the ground with both hands and left his arms in a panic like a little animal. After standing up, she hid her dirty palms behind her back.
She hummed, took a breath, and added, "Did I just faint?"
After saying that, she wanted to cover her mouth.
Lin Yanzhou took her expression in his eyes, rubbed his fingertips a few times, and then let them go.
He said, "Are you feeling better now? I can go to the hospital with you for a checkup."
How could Wei Jingan dare to trouble him? She was about to say no, but when she looked up, she found that he raised one hand in a half-clenched fist, with a very conspicuous bloodstain at the base of his index finger.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then glanced at her lightly.
Wei Jingan hurriedly asked him, "Is it, is it the injury you just got?"
Lin Yanzhou smiled indifferently and lowered his hand: "It's okay."
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