Chapter 417: Volume 1, Chapter 417 - Sinful Island (15)

After discussing with the female lead Zeng Yao, Jiang Zhi was responsible for finding the place where the villain had developed the toxin, extracting the toxin as raw material.

Supporting Zeng Yao, who had taken fever medicine, they left the house and walked all the way to the courtyard.

Seeing the roses filling the courtyard, Jiang Zhi plucked one, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and handed it to her.

Zeng Yao took it, lowered her head to gaze at the overly vivid petals in the handkerchief, and couldn't help asking, "Do you suspect it's the source of the toxin?"

Jiang Zhi said uncertainly, "Take it first to have the organization's people test it, to see what's inside."

Zeng Yao nodded, put the handkerchief into her inner clothing pocket, and said, "I understand."

Jiang Zhi saw her off safely, seeing that the villain had not yet returned, she went again to the basement where the vampire A Du was imprisoned.

This time she brought a flashlight, illuminating the dark, cold corridor, her steps stopping before the iron door as she said, "You're not dead, are you?"

Inside, the vampire's voice was noticeably weaker than last time.

"How could I die in a place like this!"

Jiang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, carefully examined the lock on the iron door—it was a mechanical combination lock; if forced open, the lock's owner would receive a notification.

She said, "I want to ask you, what did Li Wu imprison you in here for?"

Even in dire straits, A Du showed no fear, even joking leisurely, "The old geezer is afraid I'll take you away; I'm so young, compared to that old geezer, I'll definitely make you like me more."

Jiang Zhi: "……"

She took a deep breath, her voice solemn: "I'm asking you about something important."

A Du slowly pushed himself up, leaning against the wall, the iron chains embedded in his bones clanking with his movement; he showed no hint of pain, closed his eyes, and said, "Draw my blood."

Jiang Zhi was not at all surprised by his words.

As a vampire, A Du had been kept here by the villain without being killed for a long time; the reason was obvious at a guess.

Having confirmed her thought, Jiang Zhi said, "I understand. Stay here for now; I will come to rescue you."

A Du's voice was low and hoarse, icy cold.

"I can't die yet; you'd better look after yourself."

If Li Wu were to find out she had been here, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Jiang Zhi gave a light laugh.

"Mm, I know."

…

Leaving the basement.

Jiang Zhi returned to the bedroom, lying in the coffin to rest.

Until 2 a. m., Yun Jin finally returned.

Jiang Zhi, a light sleeper, heard footsteps approaching from far to near, and the hand resting beside her involuntarily tightened.

Yun Jin walked to the coffin, met her clear, bright eyes, curled his lips, and naturally lay down beside her.

"Do you miss me?"

Jiang Zhi naturally extended her arm, wrapped it around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and whispered, "Yes."

Yun Jin's fingers lifted a strand of her black hair, twirling it, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhi clenched half of his shirt collar, her fingertips turning white.

"Sorry, Ah Li, I let the human go."

Yun Jin listened to her trembling voice, raised his hand to cup her pale cheek, his amber eyes warm and calm.

"It's okay."

His fingertip paused at the tear mole at the corner of her eye, moved gently, then slowly to her soft lips, his gaze deepening.

"Zhizhi, you can do whatever you want; I won't blame you."

Yun Jin broke the skin of his fingertip, blood welled out and dripped onto the corner of her lips, "Good, drink it."

Jiang Zhi obediently opened her mouth and sucked two mouthfuls.

During her meal, the youth suddenly sniffed her body lightly, then asked:

"Have you touched the flowers in the courtyard?"

Jiang Zhi's pupils contracted, but she kept her expression normal.

She lied without blushing or her heart racing: "Yes."

Yun Jin lowered his gaze and asked, "Which hand touched them?"

Jiang Zhi extended her right hand and brought it before him.

Her index finger was stained with juice that wouldn't wash off; the strange roses in the courtyard gave off a strong fragrance, and once touched, the scent lingered for a long time.

Yun Jin took out a box of white ointment, applied it to the skin of her right hand, and said, "Starting today, don't touch those flowers."

Jiang Zhi, puzzled, asked, "Why?"

Yun Jin smiled gently at the corner of his mouth: "The petals are poisonous on the surface."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhi fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Alright, I still quite like those flowers."

Yun Jin's brow bone was high, his deep eyes sunk in shadow, unusually showing a hint of fatigue as he held her in his arms, his chin resting on her neck, and said, "From now on I'll grow prettier flowers and give them all to you."

Jiang Zhi said nothing more, staying still in his embrace.

She slept for a very long time.

She slept, woke, slept again, woke again throughout, but the youth she held never woke.

A full twenty-four hours passed.

Yun Jin finally woke, gazing at the sleeping girl in his arms, he lay on his side, his fingers restlessly slipping under the hem of her clothing.

Jiang Zhi woke up instantly, dodged his hand, and muttered.

"Itchy."

Yun Jin's voice hoarse: "I want to kiss you, Zhizhi."

The air was hazy and sticky.

As his blood servant, Jiang Zhi had no reason to refuse him.

Her cheeks were pale pink, her finely curled lashes trembled, she lifted her chin eagerly, "Kiss me."

Yun Jin's fingertips pinched into her slender waist, his other hand supporting her head.

As the kiss deepened, her breathing grew ragged, her body instinctively recoiled; the coffin's space was cramped and narrow, she had nowhere to retreat, her gaze grew unfocused and hazy, and the tip of her nose caught the youth's scent, like melting snow from a mountain stream.

He had endured for a long time, finally seized the opportunity, and naturally would not let her go so easily.