Chapter 11: Volume 1 Chapter 11 Dangerous Professor Makes My Soul Swoon (11)

Jiang Zhi even wondered if he was incapable?

It's over, the villain is incapable, so her x life is also over.

777: "……The villain's ability is stronger than anyone's!!!"

This kind of slander, 777 couldn't stand it.

Jiang Zhi retorted: "Then why doesn't he share a room with me?"

777 was speechless, because it wasn't human, just a system, and didn't understand those human roundabout ways.

It simply stopped speaking.

With no response, Jiang Zhi didn't want to deal with him either, and she stormed into the room angrily.

Huo Yin looked at her childish appearance and smiled helplessly.

Late night.

Bolts of lightning tearing through the dark sky like long dragons, followed by deafening thunder, woke Jiang Zhi who was lying in bed.

She wearily opened her eyes and sat up.

A flash of lightning illuminated the entire room, the pale light fleeting.

Jiang Zhi's consciousness suddenly cleared, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she excitedly clutched her pillow and ran out.

Until she reached Huo Yin's door, she reached out and knocked.

The light inside turned on.

Soon the door opened from inside; Huo Yin wore a black sleep suit that made him look even more ascetically mature, his midnight-like pupils devoid of sleepiness, and upon seeing her, his usually indifferent handsome face showed a hint of surprise.

"How?"

Before she could finish speaking, her waist tightened and the girl fell into his embrace, her arms tightly wrapped around him, her body trembling slightly.

"It's thundering, I'm scared." She muttered.

Another thunderclap sounded in her ear, and the girl trembled even more.

Huo Yin had no time to think of anything else, he furrowed his brow, reached out to cover her ears, and softly said: "Don't be afraid."

Following the man into the bedroom, she lay beside him, clinging to him like a piece of sticky candy.

Huo Yin's body tensed slightly; separated only by their thin sleepwear, he felt the soft body pressing against him, and his heart quickly heated up.

He could barely restrain himself.

"Zhizhi, let go."

Jiang Zhi turned a deaf ear, pressing even closer, wishing she could press her whole body against him.

"Zhizhi." Huo Yin drew a deep breath, his brows and eyes shadowed, his pupils roiling with dark surges.

Jiang Zhi kept leaning, and realized something was off.

She stared blankly, raising her forehead, and a hint of doubt appeared in her clear, clean black eyes.

Soon the doubt turned into shyness.

Jiang Zhi's fair porcelain cheeks instantly flushed peach, she pressed her pink lips, her long lashes fluttered, and she whispered: "I, I didn't mean to."

Huo Yin turned over and got out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom.

Jiang Zhi walked barefoot, slowly to the bathroom door, and through the frosted glass she could vaguely see the man's silhouette inside.

"Teacher Huo." She called out tentatively.

She waited a long time but got no reply.

Jiang Zhi licked her lips, her soft voice tinged with shyness:

"I, I can help you."

After a long while, he finally responded to her.

"No need."

His low, hoarse voice, filled with breathlessness, was almost gritted out.

Jiang Zhi let out a dejected "oh," then turned and went back to bed.

Huo Yin leaned against the cold tile wall, took off his upper sleepwear, but the heat in his heart remained hard to ease.

His mind was full of the girl's image.

At the last moment, the corners of his eyes turned red, his pupils dark and deep like an abyss, filled with a mad, dangerous, pathological love.

He whispered:

"Zhizhi."

"You are mine."

Spring Festival arrived.

The harsh winter passed, the heavy snow turned to thunderstorms, and the whole city was damp with a chill.

The TV played Spring Festival Gala warm-up programs, everywhere filled with liveliness and joy.

Jiang Zhi tried every way to seduce him these past two days, but to no avail.

This only strengthened Jiang Zhi's resolve.

Huo Yin, not possible.

Favorability reached 99 points, just one point shy of full.

Once favorability is maxed, Jiang Zhi should start raising Huo Yin's hatred value.

According to her plan, they put up spring couplets, bought New Year goods, she said tonight she wanted to eat dumplings, so Huo Yin went to the supermarket to buy flour, meat, and shrimp.

Jiang Zhi wanted to eat shrimp meat dumplings.

Huo Yin treated her very well, to the point of indulging her every wish.

It's just like the perfect male lead trope in TV dramas, so flawless you can't find a fault.

The only downside is: so far, Jiang Zhi hasn't slept with him!

She already has a plan.

Tonight she must complete the sleep task.

She needs to max out the last bit of goodwill.

She secretly bought red wine, and while Huo Yin was out buying groceries, she tidied up the house.

Filled with a romantic, fluttering atmosphere.

Before Huo Yin returned, she instead got a visit from the police.

Two police officers arrived; upon seeing her, they compared her to the photo in their hand and immediately asked, "Excuse me, are you Miss Jiang Zhi?"

Jiang Zhi froze for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, that's me."

The officers stepped inside, scanning the living room filled with New Year and homey vibes, their gaze stopping at the arranged incense, candles, and red wine on the dining table.

"Miss Jiang Zhi, do you know Liu Yang?"

"Liu Yang?" Hearing those two words, Jiang Zhi replied, "I suppose I do."

He was the guy who asked for her WeChat at the school cafeteria entrance back then.

The police delivered shocking news to her.

Liu Yang had died not long before—he was found at the entrance of a deserted, uninhabited alley, buried under thick snow. The autopsy revealed that an excessive amount of anesthetic had been injected into his body, causing him to lose consciousness in the snow; his abdomen was stuffed with frozen snow clumps, leading to fatal hypothermia.

The officer said: "In Liu Yang's phone contacts, you are the last person he communicated with, on the evening of the 26th."

Jiang Zhi pulled out her phone and saw the message the boy had sent.

【Liu Yang: Zhizhi, hurry and look, it's snowing again outside—your favorite snow!】

It showed as read, but she was certain she hadn't seen this message.

The police asked her: "Did you see him that night?"

Jiang Zhi's face turned pale; she shook her head: "I didn't see him."

The police asked where she had been that night, whether she had any evidence proving she hadn't been outside.

Before Jiang Zhi could answer, the door opened and Huo Yin walked in carrying big and small bags; upon seeing the police inside, his expression remained calm, he set down his things, approached them, and inquired.

"May I ask what brings you officers here?"

The police briefly explained their purpose to him.

Huo Yin said: "That night Jiang Zhi was at my place and didn't go out."

The police asked a few more questions, finished the record, and got ready to leave.

"If you notice anything amiss, Miss Jiang Zhi, please come find me here."

Jiang Zhi saw them out, took their business card, and nodded in acknowledgment.

Police A, standing in the elevator, had a grim expression: "That Professor Huo doesn't look like a professor at all."

Police B, hearing this, nodded in agreement: "I think he's not ordinary; his demeanor and speech are overly calm, with no flaw to pick—Brother Zhang, I also noticed he has a rather severe obsessive-compulsive tendency."

The handle of his water cup must always face his direction—this happened several times.

Police A recalled many previous murder cases; for so long, the killer had never been caught.

Those cases shared an obvious similarity.

The crime scenes were arranged methodically; every step the killer took was flawless, leaving no trace.

For example, in this snow-alley murder case, because the area is remote, there are no surveillance cameras nearby.

Even the footprints in the snow had been specially treated to conceal them, yielding no clues whatsoever.

It was too perfect—so perfect it seemed the killer had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Police A recalled locking eyes with the man.

It gave him the feeling of staring into the eyes of a venomous snake.

"Go back and organize all of Huo Yin's information for me."

After seeing the police off, she returned to the living room; her body involuntarily grew cold, her hands and feet went numb, and her mind was a blur.

Huo Yin walked over, took her hand, and softly comforted her: "It's okay."

Jiang Zhi's eyes reddened; she looked up at him and murmured self-reproach: "How could he die? I only met him once, and he was so young. If I had seen his message that night..."

Huo Yin pulled her into his embrace, gently stroking her back; his low, gentle voice seemed able to soothe inner fears: "Things are impermanent; you needn't blame yourself."

The man's neat black hair fell over his forehead; behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his narrow eyes were tranquil and waveless, slightly narrowed; a hint of cold darkness flickered and vanished instantly, and his beautifully contoured lips barely twitched upward.

After a while, Jiang Zhi emerged from his embrace, her cheeks flushed; she exhaled deeply, then said: "Where did you go for so long?"

Huo Yin gave her a deep look: "Traffic held me up."

After speaking, he glanced toward the table, lips slightly curling: "What have you prepared?"

Jiang Zhi grew anxious, tiptoed to cover his eyes: "You can't look yet!"

You have to wait until dinner time.

Huo Yin recalled that lately the girl had been receiving parcels frequently, acting mysterious, and wondered: "Zhizhi, are you planning to surprise me?"

The man's somewhat long eyelashes swept across her palm like two tiny fans, bringing a ticklish sensation.

Jiang Zhi pushed him toward the kitchen, mysteriously saying: "I'm not telling you!"

Huo Yin didn't press further and went to the kitchen to make dumplings.

At winter's end, the light outside the window dimmed; before six it was already as dark as midnight, rain pattering down, washing over Chengdu in the night, a fine mist like sheer white gauze.

Red rose petals were scattered across the wooden dining table, candles placed on either side, the red wine aged for years, and a faint fragrance drifted through the air.

"How is it? A surprise, right?"

Jiang Zhi's dark eyes brimmed with laughter; her innocent, clear smile held a seductive allure.

Outside the window, the sound of fireworks bursting in bundles rang out, lighting up the whole gloomy night sky, giving it a hint of festive flavor.

New Year's Eve.

The TV was playing the Spring Festival Gala, and laughter came from time to time.

Huo Yin stared at the girl before him, a fragment of memory flashing across his mind.

It was also such a New Year's Eve, after the mother was raped by the father again, at that time she was still pregnant, and blood dripped from the bed planks onto the floor.

He, hiding in the wardrobe, saw his mother pull out a kitchen knife from under the pillow and chop at his father's head, blow after blow.

In the cramped, dilapidated house, a thick smell of blood filled the air.

"A Yin, this world is utterly corrupt, reeking and filthy."

"You're just like your father—a demon who will never understand love, and no one will ever love you."

"Demon!"

"Teacher Huo!" Jiang Zhi noticed his abnormality, stepped forward and wanted to take his hand, but before she could touch it, her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly with great force, as if it would be broken.

"Pain."

Huo Yin suddenly came to his senses, released his hand, and his gaze fell on the wrist he had choked red; his pupils constricted.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her wrist, the corners of her eyes slightly reddened, her trembling voice soft: "You, you what?"

Just now she truly thought the man would break her wrist; that feeling of fear lingered in her heart and did not fade.

A shadow covered Huo Yin's pupils, his expression frighteningly deep; he stepped back and said, "Sorry."

Having said that, he turned and wanted to leave.

Jiang Zhi ignored the pain in her wrist, her slender white fingers clutching his hem, she said seriously and firmly, "I don't blame you."

"Teacher Huo, shall we spend New Year together?"

Huo Yin looked back, his gaze once again falling on her reddened wrist, his heart feeling a dull ache.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

Jiang Zhi slowly narrowed her eyes, her brows and eyes breaking into a smile: "My skin tends to leave marks; actually it doesn't hurt."

Huo Yin pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

How could it not hurt.

Her wrist skin was not only red but also somewhat swollen.

He lifted his foot to go get the medicine box, but her grip on his hem remained tight, not loosening at all.

"Let go."

Jiang Zhi shook her head hard, pouting: "No way, I won't let you leave!"

Huo Yin, holding her hand on his hem, gently squeezed and soothed: "I won't leave; I'm going to get the medicine box."

Jiang Zhi loosened her fingers, following close behind him, as if afraid he would run away at any moment.

When Huo Yin brought the medicine box, he took her hand and came to the side of the sofa.

The girl's skin was snow‑white, delicate and tender, but her wrist was red and swollen to a frightening degree, as if broken inside.

"Sorry." His voice was low and hoarse, heavy with deep self‑reproach.

Jiang Zhi's beautiful eyes drooped slightly as she watched the man applying ointment to her, her voice soft: "I'm not hurt, really, not at all."

After wrapping the white gauze, Huo Yin's chest grew ever more oppressive, and he softly called:

"Zhizhi."

Jiang Zhi blinked doubtfully: "What's up?"

Huo Yin spoke in a solemn tone:

"I'm not good."

After a pause of a few seconds, he continued: "I'm not as good as you think."

There's still a chance.

Leave.

Leave him.

Otherwise, he will forever bind her to his side.

Jiang Zhi's eyes sparkled like the stars across the sky, rippling with light: "Whether you're good or not, I decide."

"Anyway, I like Teacher Huo the most."

The tense string in Huo Yin's mind suddenly snapped; in the depths of his dark, deep eyes, a chilling desire grew wildly, and his heart, which had never felt emotion, pounded violently.

Occupied by the girl.

"Villain Huo Yin's Favorability has reached 100, Hatred Value activated; please, Host, quickly max out Villain Huo Yin's Hatred Value."

The sound of 777 suddenly appeared.

Jiang Zhi ignored its voice, leaned toward the man, and lightly kissed his lips.

Pressed against his lips, soft and fragrant, the girl's alluring body scent rushed over, making one unable to help but sink into it.

Huo Yin froze for a moment, then turned the tables, wrapping his arms around her waist and letting her sit on his long legs.

He lowered his head; a cool kiss landed on her forehead, then slowly moved down to kiss her eyes, the tip of her nose—

Until it stopped at her delicate lips, where he lightly licked and kissed, the skin feeling as soft and fine as silk.

Jiang Zhi raised her arms and placed them on either side of his neck, going limp in his embrace.

The man's kissing skill grew better and better; his deep, scorching kiss left her almost breathless.