Chapter 49: Volume 1 Chapter 49: Black-bellied x Arrogant (13)

Jiang Zhi lowered her head, her black long hair slid down covering half her face, and her muffled voice came through.

"Really, really? Can we still go back to before?"

Xie Wuchen turned his body, leaning close to her, his narrow eyes gazing at her sincerely and affirmatively.

"Really!"

Jiang Zhi heard the sound and lifted her gaze; tears slid from the corners of her eyes down to her chin. She reached up and hastily wiped them, gritted her teeth, after a moment she nodded firmly and said:

"Yeah!"

Why should she, as a victim, have to think so much? It's not her fault! The fault lies with that demon; he will surely face retribution!

Seeing the fighting spirit and mental power reigniting in the girl's eyes, radiating like the brightest star in the night sky.

Xie Wuchen liked her like this; that was originally hers.

Compared to that time, the girl before him was dazzling and attractive.

Xie Wuchen grew tired of the previous plan.

If he let her fall from the peak into the dark abyss, losing all her light.

Better now, to rely on him, until she comes to like him.

Otherwise, he would soon lose any interest in this plaything.

【Villain Xie Wuchen Favorability 76】

Hearing this prompt, Jiang Zhi's emotion broke free from the character setting; she turned her face outward and asked:

"Brother Seven, it's about time for the male lead Luo Heng to find the medical doctor's plot, right?"

777: "Correct! Host."

Jiang Zhi understood, falling into thought.

The car stopped on a street before it got dark.

Jiang Zhi alone, as if tireless, cleared the nearby zombies.

She must enhance her ability.

From separating from the male lead Luo Heng's team until now, her brick has visibly changed.

Before it was just an ordinary deep-red brick; now its color gradually darkens, surface smooth, shape can be freely molded.

Jiang Zhi molded the brick into a long spear, combined with her martial arts posture, easily killing those zombies that dared to lunge at her.

Xie Wuchen, standing not far away, calmly watched her silhouette; over these days she has become more agile, able to break through even when surrounded by zombies with ease.

After clearing the last zombie, Jiang Zhi walked panting to Xie Wuchen, leaning her body on the spear without collapsing.

"Great progress!" Xie Wuchen praised without reservation.

Jiang Zhi lifted her head and smiled at him; a few strands of black hair stuck to her forehead soaked with sweat, beads of sweat dripped down her cheeks, her whole body seemed drenched in sweat.

"Of course! I just killed... uh, I forgot the number, but there were plenty of zombies."

Xie Wuchen: "502 zombies."

He counted them.

Upon hearing, Jiang Zhi admired herself even more, clutching the spear in her arms, lifting her head to the heavens: "Hmph! Who said my brick is useless? After my ability evolved, my brick can still be molded; it's practically a divine artifact! No one is my match!"

Xie Wuchen took a dry towel from his bag and handed it to her, smiling warmly and indulgently: "Mm, no one is your match."

Jiang Zhi took the towel, wiped the sweat from her face, tiptoed, raised her other arm, and barely rested it on his shoulder.

"Xie Wuchen, follow me, and from now on you'll eat well and live luxuriously."

Xie Wuchen lowered his eyes, being close, soon he smelled her increasingly rich fragrance.

Her sweat is unlike anyone's, with no odd smell, even deepening and spreading her alluring body scent.

Instantly it aroused his desire; before his eyes appeared several beautiful scenes, the girl's graceful figure, and—

"Xie Wuchen!"

A near-shout from the girl came to his ears.

Xie Wuchen suddenly snapped back to his senses, hiding a dark emotion in the depths of his eyes, he curled his lips, his brows and eyes settling like an ink painting into beauty.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhi tugged at her lips, glared at him angrily, "I've been calling you for ages, and you ignored me."

Xie Wuchen scratched his black short hair sheepishly, bent down to be eye-level with her, sincere: "Sorry, Zhizhi, I just spaced out a moment."

Jiang Zhi tossed the towel into his hand, strode forward boldly, saying as she walked: "I said we're heading back! Hurry up, idiot!"

Xie Wuchen watched her silhouette gradually merge into the night, lowered his gaze to the towel in his hand, the towel that had touched the girl emitted an alluring fragrance.

He paused, then immediately lowered his head, burying his face in the towel, inhaling deeply.

On the verge of oxygen deprivation, he lifted his face; his complexion retained a strange reddish hue, his black eyes filled only with mad, obsessive possessiveness.

——

They temporarily resided in an apartment unit.

To cut off any risk of attracting zombies, Jiang Zhi simply washed her head with clean water in the bathroom, wiped her body, changed into pajamas, walked to the living room, and met Xie Wuchen's gaze as he turned his head upon hearing the sound.

Xie Wuchen set down the book in his hands, legs crossed, warm and graceful, his aura transcendent.

"Finished washing?"

Jiang Zhi hummed, unnaturally rubbing her damp head, not looking at the man on the sofa, she walked to the window and stood.

Xie Wuchen took a hair dryer from the drawer, plugged it into the generator, and said to her: "I'll blow-dry your hair."

Jiang Zhi wanted to refuse: "It's fine, don't waste electricity."

Originally, washing her head with water was already embarrassing enough.

Xie Wuchen chuckled lightly, put down the hair dryer, walked over, took her hand to the sofa, and gestured for her to sit.

Jiang Zhi's earlobes turned crimson, her fingers stiffened and clenched, feeling the man's fingers threading through her hair, bringing a tingling, numb sensation, as if it flowed along her limbs into her heart.

The hair dryer's buzzing sound echoed in the spacious living room.

Until the sound behind her stopped, Jiang Zhi rose unsteadily from the sofa, hiding her flushed cheeks, and awkwardly said to him, 'The technique, the technique is still, still not bad.'

After saying that, she spoke haltingly.

Her stance became even more unsteady.

Xie Wuchen, having set down the hair dryer, walked to her side, lifted his finger to sweep the dark hair from the girl's eye corner, revealing her delicate crimson cheeks; her beautiful brows and eyes lowered, her thick, crow‑feather‑like lashes trembling slightly, lovely and clean.

Jiang Zhi reacted intensely, dodging his fingers, her gaze flickering, a strand of black hair still tangled around his fingertip.

'I, I'm going to sleep.'

This time Xie Wuchen did not stop her, gazing deeply toward her room's direction, his eyes undisguised, deep within them surging with fervent fire.

Returned to the room.

The flush on Jiang Zhi's face faded, she walked to the bedside and lay down, closed her eyes, and soon fell into a dream.

A hazy dream.

She seemed to have lost all consciousness, leaving only an exceptionally clear perception; a black shadow drew nearer and nearer before her, until a face appeared before her eyes.

The man's features were peerlessly handsome, his jet‑black messy hair shading his brows, those familiar yet sharp eyes fixed on her like a wolf eyeing its prey.

Jiang Zhi clearly felt she knew him, yet her mind was blank, allowing him to press upon her and kiss her lips.

As if she were truly awake, the sensation was vividly clear.

The man kissed for a long time before stopping.

His thumb lifted her teeth, he gently pinched her jaw, his fingertips entwined with her soft tongue, teasing…playing…

The girl helplessly tilted her head back, wanting to evade his wandering fingers, but there was nowhere to hide.

'Mmm—'